#Overwatch fanfic

[darling-answers]

Part 1 Overwatch Agents breaking the bed/desk

( some of these have breaking the bed others have same scenario similar but breaking other stuff 😏. NO MINORS ARE ALLOWED IN THIS FANFIC. PLEASE AND THANK YOU. RESPECT MY WISHES AS I WOULD YOURS.)

TW., Predator vs Prey, Mention of Heats but no a/b/o Kiriko has a cock, Fingering, insulting, Petnames as in “ Baby girl, Babe”. Etc, Smoking, Thigh Riding, Sex, Jerking Off, Over Thinking and self doubts, Oral Sex, Cum eating, Brat Taming, Size Kink, bonding, Body worship. Mentions of Old people, I’M TALKING IN THR SENSE OF 50-60 years old having sex obviously in Reinhardt part. Affirming. Degradation and praising. Reader gets slapped once.

( D.va, Cole Cassidy, Tracer, Genji,Reinhardt, Ana Amari, Symmetra, Kiriko.)

Continuation of this post

Side note: D.va is 22 in this, since she officially around the age 19-20 I aged her up for the comfort of my followers and Me. I will not be writing for Illari as she is 18.

Genji does not have a dick sense it a fanfic it won’t kill you for genji to have a smaller writing cause I can’t see him having a dick and it not hurting

Symmetra and Genji had the lowest amount of writing and it was because I have been working on this for two weeks and I didn’t want to recount the same thing over and over so I tried my best to switch it up the best as possible

I’ll be honest Pharah and Lifeweaver were supposed to be in this fanfic but when I was writing Reinhardt I didn’t realize that Reinhardt did sorta body worship so I had to skip Pharah, also the fact I felt it a little weird to have young Pharah in this fanfic in Ana fanfic and then write for older so for less confusion she will be in part two. I’ll be honest the prompt I had for Lifeweaver at the end thinking about it, it didn’t fully fit the theme of Lifeweaver so he will come to part 2-3 to.

NOW ONTO THE WRITING 🧡

D.Va ( Hana Song.)

• “ Hey Baby! welcome back! You came back so soon! OMG! I have so many things to tell you!” She Rushes to give you the biggest hug, To be expected she remembers you telling her that you were supposed to be gone for 5 months so to come back in only 3 months we’re surely a gift and one to be thankful. Coming to grab at your bags that you had packed with the help of her she rushes to put any heavy armor you had on you to the floor. “ Hana, you do not need to help me, I’m perfectly capable of taking my own armor and ammunition off myself just cause I’m back does not mean you need to do more work and stress yourself.” Mumbling and grumbling out the words she completely shushes you and grabs at your clothing pulling them off, shoving you into the Bathroom, “ Let me give you a little surprise BUT! After you take a shower you’re a little stinky!” She giggles placing a towel down and the beloved soap she made you buy. She quickly shuts the door and rushes around the house.

• Getting out of the shower with only a towel covering you, open the door to try and find where D.va was a lot harder than you expected. “ I thought you wanted me to-“ a gasp of air left your lips as you slowly come up to cover your eyes only to have your towel be drag to the floor by gravity itself. Peeking out through your fingers to the sight infront of you. Hana sitting on her work desk, wearing a dark red Lingerie, her legs which were crossed slowly came undone to open her legs completely wide.

• “ Come here.. it been so long since I have gotten to have you all to myself! Don’t be shy.” She lets out a pout as she gently lifts her hand to come beckon you over walking over to her she grab your hand and guides it towards her pussy, coming to move the fabric out of the way she helps you create a rhythmic movement, fingering her she moves her hand away to grab on your hair, pushing your face to be inches away from her face, she comes to grab at your cheeks to place her lips on your lips mouthing at your lips, sucking on the bottom of your lip she gently scoots backwards on the desk to give more space for you to have better access to her, coming to gently squeeze at your hip feeling so close to her climax she leans back on her hands.

• “ Please.. please, let me..” her head rolls back as her pussy contract as she let out a cry her fingers gripping your shoulders as her back arches she comes to let out a loud moan. Her body let out a heave as the table becomes lopsided falling to the ground causing both Hana and you to slam your body into the floor. She lets out a giggle from both pain and how equally shocked you both were. “ I guess I was too hot for this table to handle us both.” She divaly flick her hair from her shoulder as she comes to prop the top of her body up to come and look at you. “ Ready for round two! Player two?” She smiles down winking at you.

Cole Cassidy

• “ You mother fucker! You asshole, you son of a bitch! I hate you!” Screaming was heard throughout the house. Cole Cassidy, who was known as Jesse Mcree, sat on the couch with a smirk and a grin, tipping his hat down letting the woman take out her frustration and Anger on the cowboy. “ Baby girl take a breather before you become unable to breathe.” He grinned with a cigarette around his lips, watching as the woman storm up to him he grabbed her by her waist and dragged her down onto his lap slowly rubbing in circles on her skin around her waist. “ I know I said I wouldn’t smoke in your house but- bad habits die hard hun.” He mumbles grabbing his hat and placing it on the women head. “ you! Ugh you make me so frustrated!” Hearing the women screech he slowly move bounce her on his thigh. “ if you’re so frustrating and feeling feisty then get to riding, the saddle ain’t just for sitting on.” He let out a chuckle coming to bounce you roughly on his knee, nipping at your neck he slowly pulled at your sweater, letting it be pulled over your head.

• Being Mindful of the hat that was his signature cowboy look he roughly bounced you on his knee again, coming to bare handed rip your shorts off your body tossing the fabric that was in his hand over the side of the couch, grunting at the way your pussy clings to that underwear. Gently palming at your pussy he cups it in his hands coming to rub harshly at your clit over and over with fast pacing Movements. He started bouncing his knee short but pacing enough have your slick that started building up to come soak your underwear. “ Well well, look who the one who knows can’t handle having some of the fire that was first given.” He mumbled taking the cigar out of his mouth and letting it be smushed in the smoke cup. Rolling his head back in forth he grunts at the feeling of a puddle slowly start forming around his pants that were being rubbed back in forth in friction with your pussy. Moans and whines filled the area as he watches you come to cover your mouth closing your eyes, letting you roll your eyes as he suddenly stop. Smirking when he sees you whines and hit him on the shoulder from the painful feeling of being so close but so far from the delicious utopia.

• wandering Hands that were shakily come to undo his belt, grasping at his penis he felt you start to jerk him off, moving in a up and down stimulation, the movement cause him to let out a slur of shit and fuck me. As he comes to grab your wrist he grabs at your ass and one hand and moves you to straddle his waist. “ Let me help you babe, ride me Baby.” He piston his hips dragging his fat cock in and out of your tight hole, letting his cock kiss your cervix as he grips your hips grinding you down watching as your walls clinch and contract around his cock. “ fuck me baby that is some tight shit you have going on, damn baby.” He grunting and groaned as his hat started lop siding on your head

• “ shit baby!” The slam of a leg of the couch giving out. Causing the couple to slide to the left. There haft way on the couch and down as a groan and a whine was heard from the women. “ You need a better couch!” A groan was let out as she rubbed at her head, which was banged against Cassidy head. “ damn baby and we are so close..” he mumbled letting out a cough of a laugh. Sighing as he watches you walk into another room and grab a spare of clothing as he looked at you unimpressed. “ are you going to leave me hanging dear?” Watching you open the bathroom door and peeking your head back out of the bathroom. “ who said we can’t move it in here?”

Tracer

“ Love! What are you doing out here..? You’re supposed to be resting! I can’t believe you’re trying to be up and about right now.” She blinks towards you grabbing the mug out of your hand, “ I can’t believe you even had the audacity knowing that I’m right here faster to help you, all you had to do what ask!” She smiles gently guiding you back towards your room, setting the mug on the coffee table and gently setting you down on the bed, guiding you to lay back down. The injuries you sustained were worse than most missions you been subjected through harsh conditions which cause you to have to stay in bed even longer Emily both you and Lena Girlfriend had to go to work which left Lena staying home to take care of your injuries, given permission by her commanders to do so. “ I’m so sorry you are forced to go stay home, I know how you like to be out on the field.” Mumbling out an apology made Lena heart grow weak “ oh Love! You did nothing wrong stop being so hard on yourself! Everyone has some mess up and everyone can and will get injured from time to time and that will never make me feel less love for you.”

She suddenly lean in and hugged you tightly let out a big deep breathe in and out and snuggled with you coming to gently pull you down to be laying down. She comes to climb on top of you gently hugging you tucking your head inside her neck as she leaned her chin on your hair. “ You know.. if you ever want to retire from the field I nor Emily will not stop you, you deserve to live your life not stressing about what goes on in the field, I promise you, we will miss you but if you ever feel the need to take a step back the field will always wait for you to come back again. Don’t ever doubt your abilities.” She mumbles as she comes to gently smooch your face over and over when she felt you come to kiss her on the lips gently grabbing at her mouth pulling her into a long, sensual kiss before she felt you slowly peel away at her clothing tugging at her leather jacket and pulling at her tank top pulling it all off. “ oh baby! What are you trying to do to me? this is one of another one of your tricks now is it? Love you know we can’t do it. You still need time to recover and get your energy up. I cannot afford you hurting yourself because of me.” She mumbles as she tries to playfully slap your hands out of the way “ I love you insatiable come here.” As she felt you weren’t going to keep your hands away from her, she comes to peel off your clothing, the short skimpy nightgown that was dedicated all over your skin, came undone as she slowly comes to pull down your underwear.

Rubbing lovingly circles around your hips and pelvic bone she gently pulls one of your legs over her shoulder, licking up and down your folds she circles your clit and grazes it with her teeth, having a stifled moan and whine, she comes to start pushing your pussy closer to her mouth as she starts going at you. The warm sensation of her mouth all over your cunt, made the impending orgasm to effectively take over your body, the twitching and cry of pleasure as the headboard snap in haft hitting you in face and your upper body causes a loud yelp.

To Lena horror in shock seeing the headboard slid out on your head. She was frozen in place until she lift the headboard of the bed looking at you up and down gasping for air like a fish out of her mouth is dropped open she quickly scrambled to help you up as she paced around the bed quickly giving you ice and cleaning you up she let out another shaky apology as she looked at the headboard and look at you “ how are we gonna explain this to Emily… she’s gonna kill us love…” she mumbles a droopy expression as she tries to think of a way to avoid the obvious impending question.

“ Babe, I’m home! Where are you guys?”

Ana Amari

“ Mama! Mama!” The Screech of Young Fareeha was heard throughout the house, It was on constant repeat until a shush sound was heard from the soldier woman lips. “ Habibti being so loud is not necessarily, i understand you’re excited to see me but let not get to full of uncontrollable energy.” The Arabic women mutter kissing the forehead of her daughter. Giving her daughter the warmest hug “ Ana dear, I didn’t realize you would be home so soon.” Walking out of the kitchen was Ana Amari Wife of 6 years, wearing a slim but elegant yellow colored dress, Ana sighs at the feeling of being relaxed. Getting to take a minute to just relax in the warm environment and joy of her wife.

“ it been so long since I have seen my two beautiful girls, how are you doing.” Picking up Fareeha placing her on the snipers hip, leaning over to kiss her wife cheek, “ but you Miss need to go to bed, it is so late for you to stay up any longer than you have.” “ But Mum! I haven’t seen you in like forever! You will see me in the morning and I will be right with you and your mum will also be with you in the morning, we can play then but now is bedtime.” Fareeha let out a huff as she stomped up to her room. A sigh out of the sniper lips was heard, Ana moved towards her wife grabbing at her hips in a firm gesture. One of her hands come to take her wife hand and gently grasp at her wrist. Placing a kiss from her wrist to her shoulder gently sliding the straps of her wife dress off her shoulder. “ No, Ana We can’t Fareeha is hasn’t fully went to bed yet. We shouldn’t! She’ll be asleep sure enough just don’t make any more noise than usual.”

Yanking the Sniper into your share room, Ana pushes you into a wall and starts shedding her clothing first dropping her jacket and Bonet. Grabbing her back to remove her chest plate from her body she peeled it off and slam it on the floor. Unzipping her full Soldier outfit and dragging her legs out of it. She reaches for your bra, slowly unhooking the hook that ties your bra in place, Slipping out of it she throws it on the floor. Coming to kneel down on the floor she trails her kisses down to your hypogastric area. Coming to trail her fingers into peeling your underwear down, one of her wandering hands come to embrace your hands together. Moving her hair to her back, she comes to slowly place her tongue against your folds.

Licking up and down before locking her lips around your clit, poking and prodding at it. Her other hand that wasn’t connected comes to push two fingers into your vagina slowly thrusting in and out circling around the entrance before going deeper firmly pushing against the G-spot which causes a string of whimpers, Moans and Cry’s to erupt from the mouth of her wife. “ Oh Ana please don’t tease me I beg you.” A muffled voice filled the room. Moans and strings of please follow throughout the room as Ana speeds up her pace. Back in forth the sniper flattened her tongue along the edges of her wife folds. She could feel you pulse around her fingers as your free hand that wasn’t interlocked with her comes to yank and grab at Ana hair. Pulling and squeezing it she felt a gush of fluids around her fingers and her mouth, lapping up all the fluids she made sure that you were easily able to be aware of her and the setting around her.

As she comes to pick you up and put you on the bed a gasp of horror drawer her attention towards you then towards the direction which you stared at, a hole in the wall while it seem like just a little hole and not that big of a deal the horror of knowing that Fareeha will surely ask about it tomorrow morning cause a embarrassing cry.

“ We can just tell her you fell into the wall because of a game mommy was playing.”

Kiriko

The sound of panting and running throughout the woods is heard through echos and the trees that almost seem like a maze. Tree branches and sticks nicked and pull against the women skin as she runs further in a direction that she doesn’t even realize or notice if it the right way or the wrong way. Her mind feels like it a mushy blur as she keeps running away, the same message repeats in her head like a broken loop, “ you have 5 Seconds to start running. Once I catch up to you I’m not stopping nor will I give you a break. Start your running NOW.” Running past the broken tree that was broken from a lightening strike you started running the opposite direction to throw her off a chase. Even just a tiny bit of a slight second could help you but running from a Kitsune is harder than most people realize. It almost as if you can feel her breathe hard down your neck. A rush of air gives you goosebumps as you feel someone put out there leg stopping you from running and before you could brace for impact your suddenly on the ground. Face planted first.

Growling, huffing sound was heard from behind you as your mind suddently adjusted to the obvious fact that your body had fallen down. The sensation of pain and discomfort follows through as you let out a whimper, your left cheek is caked in mud the growling sound comes closer to you. Hands reached out and dig into your hips as forcefully you feel yourself be placed presenting for her. Ass up head down the feeling of being rutted into aggressively cause spews of Moans and mewling., The sound of ripping fabric fills the air as Kiriko rips your skirt off your body. Removing her leggings she lets out a feel grunts as her cock moved up and down your folds, gathering The slick that you were producing. “ I’m not holding on longer for you to adjust.” She Grunts as she pushes her cock through the right muscles into she bottoms out into you. “ oh baby, you’re so tight and pretty when you’re looking like this.” She lets out a grunt as she pulls back leaving just the head of her cock inside your warm embrace before pushing back in, pelvic to pelvic bone meet Eachother multiple times as she keeps fucking you raw. One of her hands that was holding the side of your hip comes to meet with your hand her mouth latches onto your shoulder as she bites down on it. Leaving teeth marks in your awake. “ How beautiful our Kits would be, one with your hair and eyes my personality.” She stop her ranting as a moan and few other cuss words followed out her mouth. Before either you or her could cum she got off of you leaving her cock drenched in wetness and leaking. Grabbing at your shoulders she rips you off the ground and slams you into a tree, picking up one of your legs she hooks your leg around her waist.

Grabbing her cock and pumping it a few times she pushed it back inside your pussy. Fucking you into the tree her knot gets bigger your insides feels even fuller than before as she grabs at your hips and slams you into her, “ Baby it coming! I need you to come with me fuck!” She grunts as her knot slips into you, blocking you from escaping the warm flood of semen that spurts out. Flooding your insides with warm embrace your cum mixed in with hers you feel her let out a huffy laugh. “ Baby look at this, the tree is haft way falling over.” She gave a big smooch as she gently tugged on her cock causing a grunt to fall from her lips. “ I have done a nice job. Maybe this time our kit will finally come to us.”

Reinhardt ( Size Kink.)

“ oh My Leibling how could I ever forget about how beautiful you are. Remember when we used to dance in the moonlight under the pavilion.” Reinhardt proclaim loudly as he entered the bathroom. He knew you were going to take a shower soon, you had already undress yourself “ oh Wilhelm! Get out! It best if you don’t see an old fool like me.” It been a while since he or you have seen eachother bare naked, you refused to be seen naked if it wasn’t yourself. “ oh could I ever stop loving you for who you are. Don’t try to hide yourself from me.” He gave you the puppy dog eye as he gently grabbed at your hips. “ oh Wilhelm you always put me to shame with your loving words but we both know this is not the same body i once had in our prime days.” A sad hum filled the room as Reinhardt mumbled “ Nonsense you are beautiful the way my wife has always been.”

The shower started running as Reinhardt changed the knobs for it to be warm. Reinhardt undressed himself in front as he walked into the shower, turning towards you he helped you in, using him for support in walking inside the shower the water started pouring onto each of your body’s. Grabbing the shampoo you started washing your own hair and his hair letting the water seep through his hair after your done making sure his whole roots were throughly cleaned and rinsed out. Rinsing out your own hair you go to bed down and grab the shampoo only for Reinhardt to firmly grab at your hips. “ you big buffoon what are you doing.” Swatting at his hands you go to pour yourself some conditioner only for him to take the bottle out of your hands, “ please just this once.. let me love you like we were when we were in our prime. I beg you Liebling, Don’t hide yourself from me. We both have grown old, you shouldn’t be ashamed to hide this body of yours.” A action you didn’t expect is for Reinhardt to fall to his knees his hair getting beaten down by the shower, water drips from between your guys body as Reinhardt comes to gently lay his head on your stomach, his beard scruff against your own skin. “ oh Reinhardt, how you make me feel the same way you always do, stand up dear, if you really want me now even if my body is old and aching, then do so as you wish.” a happy smile is brought to his face as he comes to stand up towering over you he brings you into a kiss, a passionate one as he places his leg between your legs.

He comes to lean down, kissing and sucking at your neck as he leaves hickeys going over your neck and all the way down to your breast. Moving some of your grayish, white hair out of the way he practically inhales at your breast, sucking and twerking at your nipple. “ oh Reinhardt you make me feel so good.” A blush surely formed on your face as Reinhardt grunted at your comment he comes to have his other hand that wasn’t occupied by stimulating your hard nipples to find your cunt. Sliding a finger and adding a digit he comes to loosen your pussy, making it easier access for his thick cock. No matter how many ages go by could be decades or it could be years, one thing has never changed about Reinhardt. It is his thick cock that have always been to hard to handle alone.

As he comes to add a third finger into your pussy he heard and felt something that was neglected from him for too long. He felt you tighten around his finger and gush on him. Your mouth makes pretty sound almost music to his ears as he felt your wrap your arms around his neck holding on. He knew you felt weak as your legs tremble from the sensation you had not gotten use to. Seeing your pussy was loose enough to start the tedious process, he positioned your squirming hips as he backed you into a wall. Grabbing the head of his cock he position it right at your vagina entrance and pushed in. The small moans of satisfaction cause Reinhard to slowly start deep thrusting into you. His hips coming to push against your own as one of his big palms come to push firmly against your belly. He could feel his cock inside of you causing a small bump to form. His pace picks up so did the moans and grunts that followed after both of your mouths “ oh Reinhardt please.” A whimper and whine thrown him off the charts as he started to pick up his pace ever slightly faster and harder. His cock drills into your inside “ Let us both cum at the same time my dear.” He grunts as he grabbed your chin kissing you before giving one more thrust which cause both of you to reach your climax. The feeling of your inside being mushy was very intense as it was like an invisible string that snap you from preventing an organism. The shower head had broken off without both of you even noticing.

“ Reinhardt dear, your head does not look so well did you hurt your head from banging it against the shower head to hard. These bones will be achy tonight, I just know it.”

“ I felt great glory and honor! That small weak thing did not hurt me at all! Nor will anything else hurt me or keep me from you!”

Genji ( Best friend can’t get off.)

“ sometimes i feel like Hanzo sent us on this mission instead of himself. He is definitely just as qualified to do this mission. I do not mind spending time with you, but sometimes it feels weird knowing that Hanzo bails out on us all the time to do other private things he wish not to discuss with me.” Genji remarks quietly to himself, he had just finished his mission and waiting for you to finish up in your room. He kept running over in his mind what to say to his crush. Repeating the same sentence over and over. Trying to decide what words would be the best to tell you only for him to just say and put a hand on his head. “ what am I even doing at this point, she wouldn’t mind me messing up with simple thing such as words.” He groaned as he messages his head from an upcoming headache from, the mask. He comes to settle on just knocking on the door. He waits for a minute or two and when he realize you were not answering the door, he quickly picks up your key from under your doormat, which he has told you multiple times not to leave your key under your doormat so people don’t break in and slowly turn the knob and open your door.

He knocked on the door, just a couple times, even though he opened it to make sure that you couldn’t hear him as he slowly walks into your house and overwatch bases. All agents have a door that leads to a small apartment that has all necessities and stuff like a basic life would have. He comes to look around your house trying to find if somehow you had accidentally passed out while he was away “ I’m here.” He slightly yells out as he goes to your bedroom, hearing a noise, he suddenly opening the door expecting to see you there doing your makeup or asleep,  he was not expecting to see you fully naked fingering yourself as you cover one of your mouth. Not even noticing that Genji was there, a few slurs of cursors tumble out of your mouth as he watched you trying to get off to him. “ oh Genji please Genji, oh Genji.” It seemed like you were almost at your climax that was so close but so far away, he quietly walks up to the bed and places a firm hand cupping your pussy, sliding a hand over your mouth the first reaction was a scream. Whipping your head around you see the one person you have been trying to get off to and crying out for him he lets out a grunt as he feels how wet you are. A small gasp was let off as he took off his lower part of his mask.

Grabbing your thighs with a firm grip he lifts them up to have them over his shoulders as he moves the two fingers that were in your cunt away. Pushing you back with a firm shove he takes a bit lick at your pussy. Moving his tongue around, horizontal, vertical all the way around, making sure the juices that were flowing out of your cunt were all slurp up. Pinning your hips down he leans up to rut against your pussy, a wet stain started to form each time he rutted against you his pant leg becoming increasingly obvious the arousal on it.

“ Don- ( grunt.) ever try to hide this, if you liked me why not ask.” He huffs as he adds a finger into your pussy in and out, he speeds up his fingers as he keeps rutting into you. Catching a climax was easier for you, reaching your high, you looked over at him seeing that he hasn’t cum or atleast hadn’t shown he did. “ you didn’t climax… did I do something wrong?” “ no uh.. i just.. I don’t have a dick. A incident made me unable to provide semen nor the male reproduction system.” He looked blankly as he got up from the floor, seeing scraps and a few broken wood from under the bed. “ maybe we went too hard for this bed.. I don’t like this bed.”

Symmetra ( Bonding, Hard Light.)

“ my hard light isn’t the only thing that helps me get through tough battles, it makes great use for these type of situations to. When the bratty girl thinks that just because I give her everything she wants that I will excuse her atrocious attitude, While you may have that idea I have certainly not.” Three turrents hang from her canopy bed all of them forming hard light chains that individual wrap around each different limb of your body. One that wraps around your neck, your arm and one around your legs. All firmly holding you in place. The light that surrounds it feels funny, light and almost like an invisible bonding that holds you against your will. Symmetra slowly takes off her outer layer only leaving her in a skintight jump suit. Leaning over she slowly pulls down your pants, still not moving to much to touch in places she knows would make you feel good.

“ you have disgusted and revolted on the idea of being a brat, brats don’t deserve no sympathy now do they? Mh? I don’t think so, you can sit right here and wait for mommy like you should have already been.” She yanks off your shirt and slap your breast before squeezing your nipple firmly with her nails. “ what a horrible slut you have become for mommy, I will put you in your place.” Grabbing at your cheeks she forcefully opens your mouth latching onto your mouth she starts sucking at your lips as her hand wanders all around your body. Coming to rip your panties straight off she peels off her tight jumpsuit to reveal a strap. The hand that was occupied slowly comes in your line of sight as she giggles

“ we have set up the car wash now it is time for you to get to work my dear.” She pulls out a wand and starts abusing your clit with it, rubbing it all over and firmly putting the pleasure all over the tiny numb.

“ I want you to turn around ass up now.” She slaps your thigh as you listen to her demands and turn around ass up. Grabbing the wand she places the wand back on your clit as she lines her strap perfectly with your vagina, pushing in and out she let the pink strap slide in and around your walls, leaving you to shamely moan, fucking you in doggy style she squeezes and pinches at your butt. Her pelvic hitting your pelvic all over again as she feels herself sobbing wet. Grabbing at your hair she turns you back onto your back as she peels the strap off, “ No-no! I- I was so close to- baby please” the strangle cry was clearly seen by her.

As she puts both her legs over your waist and starts grinding down on your pussy with her pussy. Shoving your mouth with the piece of your underwear that she teared off she shoves her manicure fingers into your mouth, jumping and grinding in a repeat motion cause a stimulation chain for both of you, edging yourself and her she desperately grinded for what she needed “ cum now!” Symmetra let out a whine shoving her nails further into your mouth knuckle deep as she felt her climax start approaching rapidly and fast. “ let’s go baby!” She groaned her climax suddenly caused a moment where Symmetra eyes closed and slide back into her head. She grabs with her other hand at the canopy bed leg. Only for haft of the side of the canopy to fall over, landing haft way on top of you and on Symmetra side.

“ what- what mess did we do? I-“ she mumbled still trying to heavily adjust to her climax that was stronger than ever before, the rage of you being a brat was the most thing that got to her as she let out a huff, coming to pick up her outfit and start putting it back on, changing her panties she gave you a kiss on the lips as she took down the turants that held you up.

“ I do recommend we use these again under more better circumstances but for now our focus should be to clean this mess up.. after… we take a minute to recollect our minds and bodies…”

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Lonesome Ride (18+)

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Cole Cassidy / GN!Reader (Overwatch 2)

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You get swept away by the Deadlock Gang, outlaws and violent maniacs. Or are they? Cole Cassidy is your watchful guardian, but you wonder if he even feels anything as you spend countless nights together. Will he ever reach the breaking point?

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It was nice to have moments like this. Alone, resting at an inn for the night. It was the only inn you’d seen in days, traveling with the Deadlock Gang wasn’t for the weak. You wouldn’t consider yourself weak, but being abducted by a gang wasn’t in your plans for the month. Cole Cassidy, the young gun criminal, kept his eye close on you. You were technically his, in every sense of the way. 

Not that you hated the concept of a new life, you were practically begging. With a boring life at home, it was easy to imagine a big adventure. This was your big adventure. You wouldn’t admit it, but it wasn’t a bad life. They weren’t the gang of hardened criminals the paper made them out to be. You weren’t bound, just monitored. You weren’t starved or dehydrated, you were treated like a human. 

Which is what brought you to the inn. Instead of camping for the 5th time on low supplies, Ashe directed the gang to a nearby spot her old friend ran. Cole took responsibility for watching you, but you knew he’d much rather be drinking by the fire with the rest of the gang. He stayed in the wooden chair by the window in the room, chewing idly at a lit cigar. You’d gotten used to being in shared company, sharing a horse with the man had gotten you pretty close. 

Being pressed up with your back to his front, bouncing rhythmically with each gallop. The smell of his cigars was familiar now from being so close against him. You might’ve been a little pent up from the repetitive motion, but that didn’t matter. Cassidy hadn’t said much since you’d made it to the hotel. It was…a little awkward. With a free hand, he played at the brim of his hat that rested in his lap, letting his brown hair lay soft around his face. The radio in the room broadcasted a radio show with the occasional news break. It was easy to forget he was an outlaw in moments like this.

You let out a sigh, breaking the silence between the two of you. It was loud enough for him to make a comment. “Bored?” His deep voice inquired. “I guess.” You laid back onto the bed with another sigh. Your legs hung off the side of the bed, swaying slowly with your boredom. “It’s not like you’re being forced to say.” Cole replied, “You’re the one that asked me to bring you along.” It caused a small twinge in your head. He was annoying. His tone was slightly bitter, but you weren’t sure what was up his ass. 

“I know.” You hissed, shooting back up. “No one is asking you to sit in here, I’m not going anywhere.” Matching his frustrated tone, just to watch his expression shift. “Y’know, I’m not askin’ for your damn attitude either. Y’don’t see me crying!” Cole took the cigar from his mouth, resting it between his pointer and middle finger. “In fact, I didn’t ask for you to ride with me either.” He muttered, but you understood. Then, as if to distract you from the first part, threatened. “Maybe I should just pull someone else in to deal with your crazy ass.” Yet a smile had already formed on your face, realizing what was wrong with Cole Cassidy. 

Your fists clenched around the fabric of the quilt laid on the bed. Leaning forward just slightly, you figured you would try something. “What was wrong with riding with me?” Asking that made him tense up. The brim of his hat became clenched in a fist. The hat rested higher in his lap now, holding it tight to hide his tightening pants. “Do you really not want to deal with me anymore?” Standing up, you stood in front of him, as if showing off in your thin sleepwear. “Now..I-I didn’t say that.” He cleared his throat, avoiding your stare and placing the cigar back between his lips.

Stepping closer, you now stood with your knees almost touching the chair he sat on. Standing between his open knees, he now couldn’t look anywhere else. Now, he looked right at you. Hooded eyes, he needed something that he wouldn’t admit to. “Are you okay, Cassidy?” Sharply, he inhaled as you moved away his hat, placing it right on your head. “Couldn’t big bad Cole Cassidy say he wanted to fuck me?” You smile, teasing him as his face flushes with a deep blush. You slowly crawl onto his lap, legs falling on the side of his own.

“Ohh, darlin’....please..” Cassidy begs under your grasp. Thighs placed on either side of his legs, straddling him while putting pressure in the center of his groin. You adjust, grinding up on his coarse jeans. “Please what?” You ask with an innocent tone, keeping quiet for no reason at all. Cole squirmed, looking down between the two of your bodies. Grinding up onto his lap, the thin fabric of your pajamas didn’t leave much to the imagination of what’s beneath his jeans. You let a hand hold onto his shoulder, the other closed the lace curtains behind Cassidy. 

Now his hands gripped onto you, guiding you…using you. His right hand held onto your waist, his left onto your thigh. You let out quiet moans, sensitively twitching each lap you’d make on his hard cock pressed on your crotch. The only reaction he’d given was a furrowed brow while pulling you harder onto his dick. He groaned, laying his head onto the center of your chest. “Gh- Please, don’t stop.” Cole pleaded, his teeth gritted onto the cigar that still sat between his lips.

As if you could stop, with the combined desperation from you and Cassidy’s grasp on you, but it just wasn’t an option. Your speed quickened the longer you went on, teasing at him through the same dusty jeans you’d been grinding against for days now. Cole wouldn’t announce it, but you knew he was close when he started bucking his hips up against you. Startling you, but it’s not as if it was unwelcome. You now held on tighter to keep up with the ride, arousal was intoxicating the two of you, you needed this probably just as much as Cole did. Choking on your name, he repeated it like gospel. As if you were just to be used by his own pleasure, his hands now moved to your ass. Giving him more control with your motion in his firm grasp. 

Combining his forceful moving of your ass against his now throbbing dick, and bucking his hips up; Cassidy’s only thought was finishing you off. Your chest rose and fell quickly against his face that he buried against you, hiding from your teasing smile. Watching him melt under you just grinding against him, watching Cole Cassidy lose himself without even taking his pants off. He moaned out your name in a strained tone, the cigar dropping as he let his guard down. 

His tension melted away under you, fully relaxing while you still sat on his lap. Panting, but not fully satisfied. His head laid back, neck balancing on the back of the table chair. Eyes closed for just a second before cracking one open to look at you. Still looking, hoping he wasn’t done. A sly grin finally cracked on his face, “Look who’s beggin’ now.” He chuckled, grabbing back onto your ass and standing up. Lifting you in his arms, he kissed your quivering lips. Carrying you closer to the bed, and mentally preparing for a long night.

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[kieranxworld]

Don't Recall [Hanzo and Genji Shimada]

➜ Hanzo Shimada x Reader x Genji Shimada

➜ When you confess to Genji and it goes horribly wrong. His older brother is there to pick up the pieces.

➜ Angst, unrequited love, bullying, class indifference, suggestive content. Let me know what I've missed. Maybe two parts...

➜ a/n: I also write for Overwatch 😊 hope you enjoy. Based off the Song Don't Recall by KARD they are an underrated kpop group with Latin inspired music. Please go check them out!

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It was Valentines Day, a day where in Japan, girls would give different treats to their crushes or loved ones.

This Valentine's Day, You finally had mustered up the courage to confess to your crush.

Genji Shimada.

Genji was a player, and it was not something that was a secret, many girls had come and go, trying to win over the youngest Shimada male.

You see, the shimada clan was one of the, if not the most powerful clan in Japan. They were not a family you would take lightly.

And you had to have a crush on one of the sons.

Genji and You were pretty close, walking to class sometimes, eating lunch together and going to the arcade afterwards. You considered yourself a close friend to the male.

So today, you held a box full of goodies with your families crest on it, and your heart full of courage, hoping it would go well.

You decided to wait until the last class of the day, seeing Genji sitting in his usual spot with girls on both sides of him chatting him up.

He spots you with a smile, waving you over, "Yo! Y/n!" You wave to him as you walk up to him and place your box infront of him.

He tilts his head before his eyes widened, he quickly went to open the box, seeing different goodies and baked treats that you'd spent hours making with your mother the night before.

"H-holy shit! You made all these for me (n/n)?" He says and you nodded happily.

"Yep! All of them are different foods we-" You get interrupted with a harsh shove to the ground. You land on your back, a pained groan leaving you.

"Tch. Well you gotta wait in line. (L/n) you aren't the only one today."

You looked up and saw Ayaka Watanabe. She was apart of one of the most prominent families in Japan as well, and has had her sights set on the Shimada's for years.

"Besides...Genji didn't you already accept mine already?~" She says, gesturing to the expensively decorated box sitting behind the male.

"W-well...I Mean I can have more than one-"

"You told me you weren't accepting anyone's today!" You said, bringing yourself stand and brushing your uniform off.

Ayaka scoffed, "He probably told you that because he didn't want commoners like you confessing to him. We all know why you reaalllyyuh want Genji." She says, snatching your box from in front of Genji. She started to walk towards you, and you started backing up.

"You just want to raise your status. Tired of being a poor, low class skank who can't get shit." She starts. "You hang around Genji because you know he'll buy you whatever you want and can't afford. Does his dad even know you exist? Do you know his dad will spit at disgusting people like you?"

She backs you up against the classroom door. You look behind her at Genji, hoping he would rescue you from her tirade. But he was looking away.

"Lets be honest. (L/n). Genji was only with you to get one thing." She says with a sadistic smirk, pointing to your skirt.

"And now that he has me. He doesn't need you anymore." You hear the sliding door open and Ayaka takes her chance to push you out the classroom.

She then throws your box behind you.

"Face it Y/n. You're a commoner. Stay one."

The door slams closed, leaving you in the hallway, surrounded by your fellow peers.

Whispers quickly swell in the hallway.

"Oh, I heard she was confessing the Shimada boy today.."

"Isn't he dating Ayaka though?.."

"Yea that was her who shoved her out.."

"Poor her..."

"She should've know better than to fall for a wealthy boy..."

You felt tears well up in your eyes as you slowly stood up, grabbing your box. The treats still in tact but it was horribly bent. You sighed heavily, choking back the sobs that were trying to fight their way through.

You quickly made your way through the hall, ignoring the whispers that circled around you.

You just wanted to make it outside.

You needed to get out.

You felt the tears streaming down your face as you went out the door, you knew that this led to the roof. A quiet place where no one would be at after school ended.

Getting up the stairs, you slowly walked over to the farthest bench and sat down, finally letting your tears flow.

God rejection hurts, but being rejected and embarrassed was like a double-edged sword. You wish he would've just told you he had a girlfriend, but that was your friend, he was a player.

And you should've known better.

You finally allowed your sobs to come out, tear ducts bursting like a dam. You sounded pitiful. After all, you're crying over someone you knew you couldn't have.

It didn't help that your wails masked the footsteps that were coming towards you.

It wasn't until you felt a hand on your shoulder did you nearly jump out your skin.

"(Y/n)-San, are you alright?"

You whipped your head around to see Hanzo, the eldest Shimada brother staring down at you. He had worry plastered all over his face, not a rare expression for you.

Hanzo and you had some Archery classes together, his father and your mother apparently were classmates in school. So sometimes after lessons they would talk leaving you and Hanzo together.

He was the more serious out of him and his brother.

You wiped your face and sighed as the male sat beside you.

"Yea..just..upset..I made this and have no one to give it to..." You say gesturing to the box, deciding to hide the truth in a lie.

Hanzo takes it into his lap.

"I understand. I have no one to spend Valentines Day with. Girls all flock to my brother, or are too afraid to speak to me." Hanzo says sadly, opening the box. He then turns to you as If asking 'May I?' You giggle softly and nod to him.

You watch as he chooses a bon bon and plops it in his mouth. You then see his eyes light up with wonder. "This is amazing! Did you make these yourself?!" He asks in amazement and you nod.

"Mhm, I sure did. I spent a whole day with my mother making them.." You smiled as you watch him try many treats from the box.

"I must request you to make some for me.."

"Well I can show you..." You suggest and he stands up quickly.

"Well it seems we are both free today, so you must show me today!" Hanzo says proudly and you stumble over your words as he pulls you up.

"B-but-" "No buts! I must know the secrets of these delicious candies!"

He then grabs your hand and flashes a quick soft smile.

"Besides, we can keep each other company on this Valentines day."

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You sat nervously outside as you heard Hanzo inside talking to his mother and father. You knew the two of them were strict on who Hanzo could hang around but not Genji, which explains why you heard Ayaka inside with the male. He must've brought her over to Introduce her...

Your heart pangs but you shake your head. You have your own activities planned.

You once again got spooked by Hanzo peeping his head out and gesturing for you to come in.

Quickly following him, you looked around at the grand expanse of his home. The Shimada's were incredibly rich, so you should've known it was gonna be huge.

Hanzo guides you to a room where a man and a woman were both sat, talking amongst themselves.

Hanzo cleared his throat to get their attention. "Mother, Father. This is-"

"(Y/n) (L/n), I know her from your archery classes." His father spoke. You immediately bowed to the male. You heard him chuckle before speaking once more.

"Rise up, (Y/n), no need for formalities."

You sit up straight, ears burning from embarrassment.

"Go ahead you two, spend all the time you need in the kitchen, but just come back when you are finished."

You both nodded and were about to head off until his fathers booming voice cut throught again.

"Hanzo."

Hanzo turned to see his father handing him a card.

"Take Miss (Y/n) somewhere nice."

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"Where Hanzo, Mom?"

Genji asks, walking in after a long trip to the arcade. He glanced at the clock seeing it read 9:00pm. School got out around 3, and his practice ended at 5.

"Oh, he's out with a friend. He should be coming in soon."

Genji scoffs "Him going out? With who? Who wants to go out with the stick in the mud?"

"And that's when my mom came in and saw that I was covered in chocolate!"

"Oh? I knew she was upset with you.."

"Oh definitely!"

Genji watched as his brother walked in Hand and Hand with Y/n. His best friend.

On Valentines Day.

He was frozen when the two walked by, Y/n just giving him a wave and a smile while his brother gave a smirk.

"Lets go to my room until you'd like to go, I want to know more about you."

"Of course! I want to know more about you too!"

"W-wait!" Genji managed to get out, going up to catch up with them.

"Are you guys a thing now?" He asked, and the two of them looked at each other, then looked at him.

Hanzo chuckled looking at his younger brother, "maybe, we are just seeing where this goes. Y/n is a wonderful girl."

Genji rolled his eyes, "Mhm. Well I hope you know Y/n is MY best friend! So you better not hurt her."

"Genji!"

Hanzo laughs at his brother, "oh I won't brother dear..after all." He steps towards his brother with that same annoying smirk.

"You already did that for me..."

Genji's eyes widened as Hanzo pulls Y/n away continuing his conversation with her.

Leaving Genji to think about how he had lost his best friend to his brother, and how it was all his fault.

And how he couldn't allow this to happen.

Not at all.

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[lady-of-endless]

“I stand with you” (Ramattra x Reader)

Author’s Note: So I found another muse and I’m obsessed. Here is a nice little angsty fic (with a happy end). As usual, please excuse any grammar mistake, I’m not a native speaker.

Word count: 1743

Edit: here’s a new fic that can be read separately https://www.tumblr.com/lady-of-endless/710235615367692288/flashbacks-and-height-differences-ramattra-x?source=share

What should be done when someone despises you for who you are?

Your answer was to leave that individual alone and try not to bother him as much as possible, minding your business. It was supposed to be simple, not the complicated task it turned out to be.

Even if you went on with your daily duties at the peaceful monastery in Nepal, he kept on testing you. Slowing you down with his ravenous vortex, blocking your way with his void barrier, whatever it took to reveal your true colors and prove to his brother the hideous truth about human nature. It become a routine whenever he visited.

It all started when Zenyatta announced his brother's first visit to Nepal. Despite your excitement to meet him, your mentor had to briefly explain Ramattra's principles. Before even trying to find a solution, he already arrived.

You could recall how shivers ran down your spine when your chin was lifted by his staff to look up at him.

"Your name, human."

His voice was a shadow compared to the light of Zenyatta's tone. Ramattra spoke harshly, demanding. He could have ended you then and there but instead he gifted you mercy.

So, since then, there were only two kinds of days in Nepal. Calm days and days in which Ramattra visited and interfered with whatever you tried to do. However, with each of the latter, you started to learn more about the vengeful omnic and his devastating story. Unconsciously, Ramattra also discovered more about you. As sickening as it was initially to watch you get along with every omnic from the monastery, he started to get more curious. As trust does not blossom overnight, his visits started to get more frequent. Gradually, his daily torments stopped but even so, you still felt his gaze on you.

One day, Zenyatta decided to visit another monastery in Nepal with Genji. He left you and his dear brother responsible for the sacred place, much to Ramattra's displeasure who was not supposed to be there.

The night was so quiet, a serene snowing night, that could not anticipate such an unfortunate event.

Pacing aimlessly in your room with a late-night cup of tea, you accidentally saw from the window the terrible image of an omnic trapped under a fallen statue that decorated the court of the monastery. Gasping, you dropped the cup instantly, leaving your room in a desperate hurry but knowing exactly who could help.

His name echoed through the halls as you ran barefoot and called for him.

Arriving at his door, you started to bash your fists against the wood repeatedly, not caring about his recharging state at that late hour.

He heard your voice from the first call and sighed deeply, looking at the door but not moving yet.

"Ramattra, please! It's an emergency! An omnic!" You explained in a breathless voice. "Is injured, please, help."

Finally, the door was opened swiftly, his tall figure towering over you.

"Take me there."

You nodded and started running again, with him by your side this time.

"If you have anything to do with this, human, I will not hesitate to-"

"A statue fell over because of the weather." You stated hastily.

It was only then he realized it was indeed horrible weather outside, and even worse for something so weak as a human. Yet, there you were, running in a flimsy impractical outfit. He could not throw a remark because you both arrived at the scene.

A broken and incredibly heavy statue kept the poor monk injured and trapped in place. His pleas to help him panicked you even more. Ramattra wasted no time changing to his nemesis form to lift the stone from the omnic.

After that, when he reversed his transformation to his omnic form, you felt that it was your turn to act. Almost bumping into Ramattra who also wanted to look at the injuries, you both analyzed the damage fast.

It was critical. Ramattra got solemnly quiet and you were quick to notice it.

"No, don't even think about it, there must be something we can do."

He slowly shook his head, he has seen too many injured omics not to predict the outcome.

"I think...I can try to heal him." You continued in a small unsure voice.

Ramattra froze in place remembering that his brother explained how you were studying ways to use your healing ability the first time he saw you at the monastery.

"You think? Are you this unsure of your abilities?" He asked more sharply than he intended.

"I have never done this before... Healing an omnic." You explained in a whisper so that the one in pain could not hear.

Ramattra was speechless once again. Before he could demand explanations, you already started.

"Just describe to me how those components look when they're in perfect shape."

After voicing your idea, you pleaded to the injured omnic to stay with you, cupping his face gently. That gesture of human warmth should have infuriated Ramattra but not this time. "Please hurry, let us do it, Ramattra." You said daring to grip his hand tightly.

He was baffled by everything and especially by the hope in your eyes when looking at him. Why were you this motivated to save an omnic? How dare you care for one of his people when you were just a human? Leaving his wonder behind, Ramattra cleared his throat and started to help you.

Now, with your hands on the cold metal of those broken components you were trying to focus while Ramattra explained how each circuit should be in a stern voice. As you took in his words and concentrated, the damage started to slowly reverse under your touch. He looked in wonder at the omnic and then closely at your face.

After what seemed to be so many moments of an intense healing process, the injured omnic could finally get up from the ground alone. Happiness flowed in his tone when he thanked both you and Ramattra for saving his life. You were smiling weakly in return, something still felt off.

"Thank you for your crucial explanations. You saved another one." You said to Ramattra while both of you looked at the omnic who was walking back to his room in safety.

Ramattra only shook his head and started walking away from you already. This event got him too confused. He had to encounter the joy of keeping another omnic safe with caution and also sort his thoughts alone.

"Maybe you should study more since you are even staying at a place full of us omnics, don't you think?" He commented preparing for one of your comebacks.

However, no answer was heard from you this time, no response, no calm voice.

If Ramattra could have frowned, he would do it right then. Instead, he stopped and dared to be curious about your condition, taking a look over his shoulder. He saw you crashed on the ground, in the thin layer of cold snow.

...He stopped in place.

This is probably a false alarm, he thought. But he convinced himself that you had no intention of testing him.

...He took a step closer.

Maybe you wanted to pay him back for all of his torments. But you never seemed that upset or bitter about it.

...He walked closer to your static figure.

"Get up, human." His voice was as sharp as the wind.

A thought of using his staff to touch you flashed across his circuits but he kneeled next to your body instead. You were still breathing but shivering. Unintentionally, he remembered his brother's explanations again. What you also tried to learn from Zenyatta was how to handle energy loss after healing someone. You needed to rest, but logically not outside in that freezing weather.

Ramattra called your name. For the first time, he did not call you "human", "human pet", or "nuisance", he called the name that tormented his thoughts for days.

Hearing it, made you weakly open your eyes just to close them back.

"Get up now, or your vitals will drop!" He repeated, slightly nervous.

No reaction.

You knew that healing an omnic was different from what you knew you could do and something probably draining, yet you did it with no hesitation.

What was the reason?

Defeated, Ramattra looked around for any other omnic in sight but there was none. He sighed and embraced your body clumsily.

For years, he only knew how to harm a human, not protect it. He had no idea how to hold a body like yours, how to keep it close, safe. Yet, he had to do it. No, he started to want to do it. He did not care how fast the color from the human faces can drain because of low temperatures before, now, it started to worry him.

With the help of his nemesis form, he could put his scarf around your shoulders without letting your body out of his unfamiliar embrace.

"You forgot what I am?" You whispered in a shiver, feeling what he was doing.

There was never a moment in which he would forget what you were. A human that got on his nerves with your affection and care for the ones of his kind (without being a deception, he discovered). A human, different from those oppressors who took away the ones close to him and he killed in return. How could he forget when your face haunted him in his tries to meditate or make plans lately?

"Shut it or I will leave you where I found you." He said instead of everything else. "Save your energy and hold onto me."

So, yes, he knew what you were and who you were. The one that saved an omnic, the one that likes to interact all the time with ones of his kind, the one that wants to learn more.

Your name did not sound like a bad omen anymore.  

Was this what Mondatta preached about? Was this what Zenyatta tried to explain about you? A flashback of his lectures at Shambali made Ramattra feel a pressure in his chest, right where he thought he had a blade instead of a heart.

Suddenly, a cold gust of wind hit. Still advancing through it, Ramattra looked down at your peaceful expression and carefully placed a hand on the side of your face to shield you.

"You are safe with me."

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[perfectly-imperfect-fic]

A gift from @toastydumpster

A scene from my roadrat fanfic Against All Odds where Junkrat (who had just beaten cancer) & Roadhog are slow dancing at their wedding reception

Part of my series, Perfectly Imperfect

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[chardbones]

What Junkrat does to show affection towards you

A/N more Junkrat because I love him so much and I have a bunch of ideas for him. Also, if I think of more headcanons I'll gladly add more

I hope you enjoy it

- Jamison is by far a very affectionate person and loves to smother you in kisses or sneak a kiss whenever he can

- Especially when you guys or on a heist, in small periods of time in-between throwing his explosives, he'll give you a quick peck on the cheek and run into the fray smiling like an idiot

- After heist or blowing/setting things on fire, both of you like to just cuddle and watch the news as almost any news channel is talking about what you two did

- When you both are working or repairing your weapons, you both sit back to back, bare torsos touching. Even though you are both busy you'll always find a way to still touch one another

- Junkrat loves hugging you from behind as you two watch whatever you destroy go in flames (RoadHog is making sure the police or the fire brigade aren't on there way)

- One way Jamison show's you affection is but making you little things out of metal or making you special fire explosives. You always loved his creations and as much as you love the explosives you always feel guilty after using one because they always so beautifully decorated by him.

- Junkrat insists on you using them, and you do, because always happy to make more for you. And the most adorable smile comes across his face and look of pure awe at you when he sees you jumping up and down while yelling in excitement

- Sometimes, he cooks for you special meals that he absolutely loves and knows he won't burn the kitchen down. Even as a little snack he'd make fairy bread if he had the ingredients

- It's not easy having the ingredients when you live in the middle of the Outback

- His dinners are absolutely amazing too, it's his way of showing that he's thankfully for all the delicious meals you've made for him and that he loves them so much

- Decorating your stuff, like sketchbooks, trousers, jackets, gloves with his little drawing and signature designs is something that you both really love

- Junkrat would steal one of your things and when you're gone he'd work his soot covered fingers away making sure I'd look good

- In bed when you both are sleeping he's really clingy which is something you love because he's a perfect heater for when the nights get cold and you love how his skin feels on yours

- Only with you next to him does he sleep with less clothes then normally,

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Hi I haven't posted on here in 800000000 years

Is...is the overwatch fanfic fandom still kicking? Or have I had 17k of yeehan exposition in a draft for 3 years that needs to be filed away somewhere?

#overwatch #overwatch fanfic #yeehan #mchanzo #its been a while im sorry

[reapers-carino]

Rise and Shine

[Gonna try my hand at formatting non-ask fics in a prettier manner. Let me know what y'all think!]

NSFW! Cole CassidyxF!Reader

To you, there were two inevitable rules when you slept wrapped up in Cole's arms. One, you would have the warmest, most tranquil sleep of your life while spooned against his body, his arm tucking you to his side like this was the only place you belonged. And two, your bladder would inevitably chase this moment away, demanding to be emptied the moment you begin to drift back into consciousness.

You had tried to reject the growing urgency but the waning darkness began to coax you from your dreams, consciousness creeping in bit by bit. Cole and you had shifted during the night, the man’s right arm still tucked around your body but not firmly locked around your hips as it had been the night before. You were still pressed snuggly against his side, the entirety of your body pressed into his; your right leg resting comfortably on top of his thigh, your hand curled against his hairy chest. A lazy smile tugged at your lips as you finally managed to open your eyes, thankful that it was still fairly dark in the room. Being at the far corner of the base did have its advantages, especially when you needed another half hour to face the sun. 

Screwing your eyes up in another hard couple of blinks, the bleariness of sleep gave way to an eyeful of Cole’s chest, your own fist closing and squeezing a few times before you stole a glance up. Your smile grew into a full grin as you caught sight of Cole’s sleeping visage, warmth blooming through out you as you studied the man for a moment. In the growing light, you could see the smattering of freckles that covered his skin from head to toe from years of exposure to the New Mexico sunlight. His hair was damn near chocolate color in the dimness of the room, but flecks of auburn and cinnamon were peeking through bit by bit as the sun continued to rise.

You resisted the urge to snort as the man gave one quick snort in his sleep, biting hard on your bottom lip when he smacked his lips before his breathing evened out into quiet snores once more. The man had his left arm thrown over his face, but to you that did nothing to conceal his high cheekbones and battle crooked nose. A blush climbed into your face and crept down your chest, absolutely taken by how much you adored him.

Still, your bladder demanded reprieve and you needed to move before it became too late. You gingerly began to lift your leg off his, hand opening to gently smooth across his chest so you could fully untangle yourself from him without interrupting the man’s sleep. Once your legs were free from the man, you were able to scoot towards the bottom edge of the bed, carefully moving inch by inch so you didn’t jostle the man. As soon as your feet began to dangle over the edge of the bed, you pushed yourself the rest of the way off of the bed, tugging your long sleep shirt back down and rushing to the small, connected bathroom.

Gibraltar’s bathrooms were fairly simplistic, if not industrial; an open concept shower with shelves on the outside stacked with towels, toiletries and aloe vera plants. A small wall separated the shower and the toilet, the toilet neatly tucked in the corner and away from the entrance to the room. You didn’t waste time turning the lights on, sunlight beginning to filter past the frosted glass windows of the room and sending beams of sunlight against the mirror over the sink. Rushing towards the toilet you quickly finished your business, squeaking softly as the bidet activated as you finished, sleep quickly chased away as soon as the device cleaned you off. Might as well get started on the day.

Pattering over to the sink you quickly washed your hands, giving yourself a quick once over in the mirror before grabbing your toothbrush. Weary eyes and bedhead greeted your view, somehow managing to avoid the dregs of bedhead despite not pulling your hair up or wrapping it before falling asleep. Making a mental note, you knew you’d have to teasingly thank the cowboy for saving you from a completely bad hair day. Squirting a glob of toothpaste onto the brush, you leaned over the sink, eyes closing as you idly swayed side to side as you brushed your teeth. Your mind sleepily wandered over plans for the day and what to make for breakfast until your thought process was suddenly interrupted by two hands gliding over your hips. You sputtered, toothpaste dribbling down your chin in surprise as your eyes snapped open, greeted by the amused, half-lidded reflection of your boyfriend behind you.

“Jesus Cole”, you murmured, shifting your toothbrush to the side and grabbing a Kleenex from the shelf to wipe your face. “You scared me half to death!”

His hands gently rubbed your hips in small circles apologetically, the man dipping down to press a kiss to the back of your head, nuzzling into your hair as he stifled a yawn.

“’m sorry sugar”, he hummed, the sleep clinging to his voice dragging it down a few octaves. You were sure he felt the shiver that ran down your spine, his hands inching from your waist to your stomach, thumbs rubbing in comforting circles. “Woke up alone…”

He trailed off for a moment as you spit the remnants of toothpaste from your mouth and rinsed before fully leaning backwards into the man, the softness of his touch and torso contrasted by the hardness pressed against your ass. Cole had no problem admitting her was a clingy man, if you were in the room, he wanted to have some part of your touching him. Waking up without you there had probably sent the man into auto-pilot, seeking you out until he could hold you in his arms once more. Heat began to swirl lazily in you at his touch, his calloused fingers working small circles higher and higher, pausing until you rolled your hips back against his needily. A pleased rumble started low in his chest, the quiet growl growing when his fingertips grazed the underside of your breasts. Tilting your head back, your gazes locked, the needy hunger you shared making your entire body tremble.

“Damn”, Cole moaned softly, head canting to the side of yours as he pressed a hard kiss to your temple, your breasts suddenly engulfed in his hands. His thumbs barely grazed your nipples, your entire body jumping at the contact and moaning at his covered length pushing more insistently against your bare ass.  “Y’know I can’t control myself when ya look at me like that, darlin’.”

“Then don’t”, you sighed, falling forward as his fingers rolled your nipples lightly, propping yourself up on the sink.

Groaning, Cole fell with you, nipping at the shell of your ear each time he tweaked your sensitive nubs, thighs squeezing tighter and tighter as each movement sent pure electricity into your clit. The man did not relent as you hips rolled and grinded hard against his boxer-briefs, the sensation of fabric making your overly sensitive pussy cry out for direct stimulation. You could the growing wet spot on Cole’s underwear, unsure if it was only you that could be blamed or if his cock was spilling pre-cum. Both of you were growing erratic, you legs shaking as you tried to press into him to provide some reprieve for your throbbing clit, him grinding into you as if the action would allow him to easily slip through the layers of fabric and inside. He refused to relinquish his hold on your breasts for the moment, husky breathing teasing your ears before pausing for one pregnant moment.

“Fuck!”

Your body jerked before melting, Cole’s teeth nibbling at the crux of your shoulder and neck before sinking in, the t-shirt providing little barrier from the delectably stinging onslaught. The way he pulled one hand away from your breasts to yank the neck of the shirt over, smothering the heated area with kisses made your heart flutter, knees wobbling as you clutched even harder at the sink to stay up. A whimper tumbled from your lips as his right hand dragged down your body and cupped your mound, one of his fingers barely dragging across the slit of your cunt. He inhaled sharply against your skin, his palm massaging your mound.

“Please”, you breathed as he applied more pressure, his fingers slipping up and down, pulling away right before he reached your clit. You whined as your eyes slipped closed and pleading words fell from you like a prayer. Heat and need poured from you like water, the man’s hand pulling back just slightly when you ground your hips down, the teasing making your head grow fuzzy. “Please Cole, pretty please.”

Stars burst behind your eyes for the briefest second as your knees fully buckled, the man firmly rolling two fingers around your overly sensitive clit. Pleasure raced through your body, your hands scrambling for purchase on the sink as you began to fall.

“Woah there”, Cole breathed out, hand quickly pulling away so his arm could wrap tight around your hips, his other arm wrapped right under your breasts. “Wasn’t expectin’ that huh?

Heat exploded in your cheeks as you finally managed to peek your eyes back open, twisting your head away from your reflection as it seared itself into your mind. You had come apart just from one direct touch, lips parted and eyes half-lidded, the ravenous look of Cole’s lust darkened eyes and ruddy cheeks making you want to take another plunge into pleasure.

“N-no”, you murmured petulantly before wiggling slightly, the man’s hold not loosening from around you. Lifting your arm weakly, you pointed towards the door, sticking your bottom lip out in a pleading pout. “Bed now? My legs ain’t gonna work through another round like that.”

You laid on the sugar thickly, a grin spreading on your lips as a husky grunt of affirmation rumbled against your back. It wasn’t needed but you knew the man loved his compliments, praise being a huge ‘secret not so secret’ kink of his. Twisting you around, you squealed as Cole’s hand slipped from around you hips to under your ass and thighs, the man quickly lifting you up using his prosthetic arm before balancing out with his other. His hands slid down to massage at your thighs as they wrapped around his hips, arms holding on tight to him as he sauntered back over to the bedroom.

“Oh baby you are incredible”, you hummed softly as you tilted your head forward, gently pressing your forehead against his, trapping his messy bangs between the both of you. You pressed several hard kisses to his lips, dissolving into half a dozen pecks, your fingers rubbing small circles against the back of his neck. “How am I supposed to think when you’re driving me crazy like this?”

You could feel the heat rise against the back of his neck, a pleased flush making the subtle freckles pop against his sun-kissed skin. His fingers dug into your thighs, enough pressure to let you know your words were boring straight to his core, his head dipping down and capturing your lips in a hard kiss. You melted into his touch, your arms wrapping even tighter about his shoulders as your torso fully leaned into his, nails scratching at the back of his neck and hair. Every ounce of growing need kept your lips locked with his, your teeth grazing at his lips only for him to catch your bottom lip between his, a desperate whine pulled from your chest.

“You stealin’ my words now darlin’”, Cole breathed heavily as he pulled away from you, tongue swiping out to taste your lips as his knee hit the bed. “Careful now.”

Cole was careful as he climbed onto the bed, your arms still locked around him as he dropped both of your legs onto the bed and trapped you between his. Your face burned as you stared up at the man, his gaze dancing over every single inch of your body as you returned the favor. There were times you forgot what a thick man he was; broad, muscular shoulders giving way to full, cup-able pecs and a solid set of abs covered in a soft layer of fat and hair. You had called the man a bear more times than you could count, Cole taking pride in the fact and patting his stomach or his thighs whenever he wanted your attention. Right now, however, his hands were playing with the waistband of his underwear, your breath catching in your chest as your eyes continued to trail downward.

His dick hung thick, hard and ready, the forest of pubic hair disappearing behind the grey and red waistband but you knew what lay just beyond. The fabric had been completely saturated in wetness, his precum beginning to bead through the fabric, his cock twitching under your hungry gaze. Your hand finally moved away from the back of his neck, working slowly down his chest to tweak at a nipple before it continued its journey towards its goal. Three of your fingers hooked into the waistband alongside his, your eyes pulling up from his cock, over his body and locking with his gaze again. Slow, heady breaths fell from his lips as you both paused, waiting to see who would act first. Smiling, you slowly lifted your brows in a teasingly demure manner.

“Please baby?”

Your tone dipped, desire making your tone husky, arching your back to push out your breasts, fingers gliding left and right playfully. Both of you adored taking charge at time but right now you wanted him to devour you alive, to fill you up and ravish you in a way only he knew how. Cole’s nostrils flared as his eyes broke away from your own to drink you in, hands clumsily pushing the underwear away and kicking them away behind him. Your head swam as you spread your legs further for him, eyes lingering on his thick, ruddy cock as he inched closer to you, his hand pumping his length as he fell over you. He swiped his length against your cunt once, then twice, his dick coated in your essence before he nestled himself between you lips, pushing forward agonizingly slow.

“Damn you feel so good”, Cole moaned, his head tilted back as he tried to hold some semblance of control and not slam into you completely.

His hand drifted dazedly from his cock to your hips, the tips of his fingers pressing into the flesh possessively as he sank into you inch by inch. Your breath caught in your throat as your walls hungrily sucked him in, whining low as he bottomed out and held you in place. Cole wanted to savor the feeling of your walls around him, letting out a slow hiss as he pulled back before slowly tilting his hips forward once more. You were so delightfully full of Cole, his cock thick and lightly curved upward, teasing every inch of your cunt while lightly teasing your g-spot with every thrust in. The cowboy’s thrusts were always so deliberate, at least at the beginning, because he wanted to twist you up higher and higher so you both could come tumbling down together.

Your hands twisted into the sheets with the first thrust, clawing and scrambling against the fabric for some type of purchase as he set that spine tingling pace. Tilting your head back, your eyes squeezed up tight as you felt the head of his cock brush against that sensitive bundle of nerves over and over, the man pulling half way out before sliding into you slow and steady. Your mind was growing hazy, getting lost in his touch as you rocked against him desperately, his hands tightening around your hip before releasing them. Trying to catch your breath if even for a moment, you squealed as the man’s hands traveled down your side and moved to under your knees. Your eyes snapped open as you looked at him, the man’s gaze half-lidded, the hungry wanton look in your eyes making your squeeze around the man in anticipation.

“C-Cole fuck!”

Cole had pinned your knees in place, the man’s hips pulling back briefly before snapping forward, his thighs clapping against your ass. You could barely breathe, the man was even deeper than he was before, your wetness punctuating each move he made when he drilled inside of you. A part of you wanted to look away, to squeeze your eyes tight and get lost in the feeling but Cole had pinned you in place, dark eyes glowing with loving desire.

“You look so damn pretty”, Cole sighed, punctuating each word with another snap of his hips, his words pouring over you like honey and setting every inch of your body aflame.

You finally managed to break eye contact, each snapping thrust making your head grow fuzzier and fuzzier, the back of your palms pressed against your eyes and cheeks to chase some coolness, some calm back into your body. You were coming undone in his arms and he knew it, Cole pressing even closer to you and settling your thighs on his hips and leaning close to you, completely enveloping you in the scent of tobacco leaves and musk and him. His cock throbbed hard inside of you as your legs wrapped about his thighs, pulling him even closer, a silent plead for him to end you.

“Come on now angel”, he sighed, voice tight with control, gently coaxing your hands away from your face with his own, your arms wrapping him to stabilize yourself somehow. “Don’t hide yer pretty face from me.”

His thrust picked up, his lips capturing the screaming moan that escaped them, his hands framing your face as he fucked you relentlessly. Nipping, licking, growling against your mouth and lips and tongue, his thumbs worked slow methodical circles against your face, the tender strokes punctuated by the unabated drive of his hips into your own. Your body began to come undone bit by bit; toes pointing hard as your thighs began to quiver, nails clawing at his shoulders as your walls milked the man. Cole kissed you through your orgasm, grunts and moans of praise tangling between both of your lips, his forehead crushed hard against your as the smack of his skin against yours grew faster and uneven.

“Please Cass”, you breathed against his lips, your body still riding wave after wave of pleasure, wanting to feel him spill inside of you. Your walls milked him even more as you felt him begin to throb, his body on the verge of falling completely over the precipice. “Please fill me up, please I need you baby, I want all of you. Every drop. Please”

Your words slurred as Cole buried his head in the crook of your neck, quiet promises falling against your skin as his hips slammed into your twice more before freezing. Shivering you pressed your lips to the top of his head, each throb of his cock sending bursts of lava throughout your center, your arms tightening even more about his shoulders. Cole was careful to not drop his entire weight on you as your legs finally released him, the man nuzzling into the side of your neck and pressing tender kiss after kiss against your dewy skin.

“Nmmmm I love you darlin’”, he murmured into the side of your neck, as your hands began to card through his hard slowly.

“Love you too Cole”, you hummed softly before stifling a small chuckle, the man inquisitively grunting against your skin. “But you might hate me…I gotta pee again…”

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[wellthebardsdead]

True Peace: Ramattra x Reader (gender neutral)

Okay I decided to write it while this unfairly hot wizard looking robot has my attention by the throat so enjoy. And I’m sorry if it kind of drifts off in places especially at the end and if there’s things that don’t make sense I apologies for that too, writing full fics takes a lot of energy out of me ~Bambi

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Epilogue

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‘Too late, I’m too late’, he thought as he held you so gently in his arms, his hands fumbling at his robes to remove them and hold the fabric to your head in hopes to stop the bleeding.

If he could cry he swore tears would be pouring down his face beneath his mask plate. He stared at your paling skin as the wound on your forehead deeper into the cloth he held so firmly but so carefully to you. He desperately held you closer and closer praying to whoever would listen that your body wouldn’t grow cold.

‘I should have never left you alone! I should have tried harder to convince you to my side! I should have never let this happen…’ he thought as he carefully tucked your hair out of the way, wanting so badly to just clean your face of the blood like it was the paint you’d so often somehow manage to get smeared on yourself. Wanting so badly for you to just open your eyes as if you’d fallen asleep on the floor from overworking yourself.

He looked around at your once homely, welcoming workshop, a haven for Omnics of all kinds where they could come to be cared for and loved… now destroyed. Tools stolen, machines shattered and smoking despite the foam from the fire extinguisher he’d depleted in an attempt to save your home from further destruction…. It wasn’t safe here for you anymore… it’d never be safe, so long as the humans responsible, and those like them, continued to live…

“R-Ramy?…” your soft raspy voice hit his audio receptors like a choir of angels… his gaze snapped back to you, your broken, fragile, human body in his arms. And your perfect, kind smile, staring back up at him as you feebly reached out a hand to hold his face with your broken fingers…

If he had a heart he was certain it’d be beating uncontrollably in his chest, despite your knowledge of who he really is, despite your last encounter, here you were, smiling at him, reaching for him despite the pain you were undeniably in. “I’m here… I’m here y/n, don’t strain yourself…” he cooed so softly as he carefully adjusted the now soaked cloth on your forehead and took hold of your hand. “Th-they… my home…” you whimpered beginning to remember the horror you’d experienced.

Ramattra knew you’d hate him, he already knew you hated his actions. You’d made that very clear when you found out the truth… but it wasn’t safe here for you anymore. This world wasn’t safe for you, not yet… he’d need to keep you safe himself until then. Safe, with him…

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Main story

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Wasted. Wasted money, wasted time, wasted promises, wasted lives….

It had been less than a month since Ramattra joined forces with talon, less than a month and already their plans were under way, and already, being foiled.

First the Paris invasion, than Rio. In Akandes defence, none of them were prepared for Overwatch to rear their heads again after being disbanded almost a decade ago. But even still, Ramattras patience with talon was already growing thin.

The former shambali monk knew lives would be lost on the path to true peace for his people. But nothing prepared him for the pain he’d feel watching as his soldiers were so mercilessly cut down in the line of battle. How they were discarded into mass graves of metal and wires to be smelted down and reused. No care for their names, not a moment spared to find out if they had loved ones. Simply dumped and treated as machines gone rogue…

But even still, he expected nothing less from humanity…

Built for war, he sought peace after the fighting had ended. He longed for a world of unity where his people could coexist with humans. A world where they’d be recognised as sentient, intelligent beings to walk hand in hand with their flesh and bone counterparts. But it was not to be… humanity, has always been inherently cruel.

For years he watched helplessly as his people were violently mistreated. Abused, neglected, treated as objects, as slaves. He lost count of how many helpless Omnics he tried so desperately to repair in vain. How many he held in his arms as they shut down, how frightened they sounded as they entered the iris… But still he held strong to the path of unity through peace and communication. He followed Mondatta’s words and teachings, blindly believing that through acts kindness and selflessness things would change, his dream for a new world would be achieved.

But when the bullet struck through the shambali leaders head, when he was so mercilessly cut down and struck from existence… Ramattras hopes for unity through peace, died with him.

And now here he stood, perched on the rooftop of a building overlooking the city of New York. Originally he’d come here at the behest of Akande to meet with an arms dealer associate of his. One who held technology compatible with the first wave of Null sector Omnics. But as communications continued, his stay extended, and soon plans to conduct an invasion on the city began to form.

He stared down at the illuminated streets, mapping out the best and most optimal locations to drop in his troops. From up here the chaos of the city seemed almost peaceful, the colourful lights dancing off of shiny hover cars and wet pavement from the late afternoon rain fall. His only company the pigeons that seemed unbothered by his presence and cooed merrily to one another. How he wished he could capture this feeling, the feeling he felt when he imagined his perfect world…

“H-e-eel-elp m-eee!!!” A voice rang out breaking the calming ambiance of the city at night. Distant but distinctly omnic in nature, and undeniably one filled with fear.

Ramattras gaze immediately snapped towards the source of the sound. From his advantage point it was hard to make out but he could see the shape of an omnic staggering broken into an alleyway, and 3 very human figures chasing after it… all of them wielding blunt objects in hand.

“H-hE-EEelLp m-e-!” The omnic cried out with a severely damaged voice box, their body already having sustained damage from their attackers. They stumbled forward over and into trash cans desperately trying to make an escape as their assailants grew closer. “Where you think you’re going scrap heap?!” The leader of the group announced as he grabbed hold of the terrified machine by their head, slamming them into the stone wall of the alleyway.

“P-p-le-eaAse lE” the omnic begged as their face plate cracked and dented with the impact, too weak and too afraid to fight back. “Why are you screaming for help?? Nobodies coming to help you!” The second attacker laughed raising up a metal pipe to bash the poor Omnic further.

“Hold ‘em down I wanna get the copper out of his cables before you damage it ag-HUAAARGHHHH!” the third attacker said before groaning in pain as his spine and ribs cracked under the impact of a large, war built omnic dropping on him from a high advantage point. “Your deaths will not be mourned…” Ramattra hissed, his eyes flashing red from beneath his mask plate as he slammed his staff down, the orb at the helm glowing brightly before exploding and twisting into a hard light projection of two purple arms beneath plated armour, nemesis.

The humans didn’t get a chance to run, they didn’t even get a chance to scream or beg for their miserable lives, before they could even register the threat that had just crushed their partner the omnic grabbed hold of them by their face and crushed their skulls without mercy before discarding their bodies with their friend who lay there broken and wheezing as he struggled to breathe.

“Th-th-thAnK y-oooooouuuuU” the omnic he rescued said softly. Ramattra turned to face them and if he had a heart, he knew it’d be hurting at the sight before them. Their face plate badly dented, their chest smoking where their voice box hung from a wire and their uniform torn and stained with oil and grime. The poor thing had been walking home from work when they’d been mercilessly assaulted…

“It’s alright. Let’s get you home my friend.” Ramattra said as he carefully scooped up his fellow machine. The omnic shook their head and weakly pointed down the alleyway, “n-no. My wife w-will be d-diistrauGht if sh-sheEeee s-e-Es me l-like this. P-please ta-ake me t-oOOooooo y-y/n’s gara-age….” They groaned as their voice box began to finally give out.

“Y/n’s garage?… who is y/n?” Ramattra asked as he started searching coordinates for his location. “Th-Ey help omniI-iiiiiiiicsssssss…” the omnic croaked out as his voice box lost power. They looked up at ramattra and pointed back down the alleyway in desperation, unable to speak, to plead to beg any further.

Ramattra stared back at them and simply nodded, “direct me where I need to go.” He said softly before turning his gaze back to the thugs and the one still wheezing and gasping for breath on the ground. “If you are fortunate enough to live to see the next sunrise… take this opportunity to learn from your actions… and seek kindness beyond your hatred…” he said lowly.

The thug stared up at him with terror present in his eyes. The same terror he’d struck into the poor omnic Ramattra now held safely in his arms. He wheezed and squirmed helplessly unable to move or cry for help beyond a raspy death rattle as he watched the large omnic walk away, taking the other machine with him…. “Hhhhhhhel-lp…”

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It took less than a few minutes for Ramattra to find the location in question. The omnic he held safely in his arms directed him through alleys and around buildings until finally he arrived at a forgotten neighbourhood tucked away beneath skyscrapers and overhangs. A place where those society abandoned went to when there was nowhere else left for them.

“This is the place?” Ramattra asked as he walked past rat infested gutters and stared at the dilapidated houses and graffitied walls before him. The omnic in his arms nodded and pointed to a small building in the distance, a sliding garage door illuminated by a yellow light, and outside it sat several Omnics, all in different stages of disrepair, all of them, waiting…

Ramattra approached slowly and felt a pain deep within himself as he saw how many other Omnics sat in similar states as the one in his arms did, all of them hurt by humanity, all of them afraid, all of them broken by the hands that built them.

The omnic in his arms gently tapped his chest and slid from his grasp, trying to thank him without a voice to speak anymore. “It’s alright my friend, please sit d-” “Okay next patient please.” A distinctly human voice called out, your voice.

Ramattra glanced over from the omnic and paused as he watched a repaired omnic walk out of the garage looking brand new, before turning his gaze and laying his ocular receivers upon you. Your body, your hair, your tired but gentle eyes, your beautiful smile…

“Whoever’s busted up the most step forward.” You said as you wiped the grease from your hands. “This one is very hurt.” Ramattra suddenly piped up gesturing to the omnic he’d rescued before immediately feeling his circuits shorten and his wires bunch as you turned your attention to him, your eyes locking with his for a brief moment and he was certain he’d gone into a momentary restart.

“Well everyone here’s pretty busted up but-Oh my GOD!!” You exclaimed noticing the state of the poor machine, their voice box dangling by a thread and their face smashed in. Ramattra stepped back for a moment as you bolted forward to examine the omnic, his eyes locked firmly onto you in concern and intrigue. “I think I have the parts to fix you… they might be a bit out dated but it’s better than nothing… You.” You said staring up at the former monk. “Can you help me get them inside please? I don’t want them using any unnecessary battery.”

Ramattra stood there for a moment before your request finally registered. He wordlessly scooped the omnic back up, watching you so closely like he was waiting for you to pull the rug out from under him and suddenly attack, like this kindness was all a ploy. “Thank you, I threw my back out trying lifting a B.O.B unit this afternoon and it’s made things tonight a bit slow…” you said with a tired but friendly smile.

“You are, y/n then?” Ramattra asked as he followed you into the garage. “Yes that’s what most folks call me at least. Can you put them on the table please?” You said gesturing to the work bench in the middle of the open room.

Ramattra did as asked and gently sat the omnic on the table. He watched curiously as they opened a latch on themselves to allow you to hook them up to your equipment. Like they’d done this before enough to become familiar with your work. “Okay systems online let’s plug you in and download you so we won’t have any hiccups getting you back online.” You said walking to the table and smiling warmly at the injured machine, “it’ll feel just like updating. Ready?” You said holding your hand out to them.

The injured omnic nodded and held your hand, squeezing it gently for reassurance, for comfort. You squeezed back and with your free hand plugged them into your equipment… and their lights went out. Ramattra resisted the instinct to leap forward and attack you. In that moment memories flashed before his eyes of his people laying dead, their lights flickering before shutting down forever. He remembered how they reached out for him in fear as their systems went offline, as their circuits died…

The soft blue light of a holo screen clashing against the warm yellow bulb buzzing overhead drew him back to the present. He turned his gaze to see the display showing the download progress of the omnic, any internal damages that needed to be repaired, what software was out of date, what hardware their system required. “Okay I’ll transfer this onto a secondary drive to be safe then get to work.” You said as you began to flick on other equipment ready for the repairs before heading over to the holo screen and loading in a few hard drives.

Bewildered was the only word to properly describe what Ramattra was feeling as he watched you. You were an enigma to him, a lone human living in a slum, in a crumbling building barely fit for human habitation, all so you could tend to his kind… and judging by the state of the place and your supplies on hand… you weren’t charging them for your services either like most establishments. “They… seem familiar with you.” Ramattra said gesturing to the now offline omnic.

“They probably are. I see so many Omnics daily now days that they’ve most likely been in here once or twice. Though their face plate is so disfigured I’m afraid I can’t recognise them. Especially since they can’t talk but I should be able to find their- Ah! Samson yes I remember him!” You said opening his memory file on screen showing his name, address, his spouse. “He works at a gas station, normally gets off around this time and ends up here needing repairs after getting jumped. I see a lot of service units like him around this time.” You sighed and began to copy the data over as it finished downloading, “Businesses make them work night shifts so humans don’t have to and they pay them dirt despite how dangerous it is for them… fuckin assholes.” You mumbled.

“I found him being assaulted by a group of thugs. After I… scared them off, they asked me to bring them to you.” Ramattra said staring out the garage door at all the other Omnics waiting their turn, all of them damaged but no where near as busted up as the one he brought in. “I apologise if I-huh?” He jumped slightly as his touch receptors felt your hands gently touching his.

“You’re not hurt too are you? Nobody goes up against the gangs around here and leaves unscathed.” You said gently inspecting his joints noticing some blood and hair under one of his knuckles, “heh, though there’s a first time for everything. Looks like you really did a number on them.” You said as you suddenly pulled a pair of tweezers from your tool belt and picked it out before grabbing a cloth and a can of cleaning solution.

“You’re?… not afraid of me? Of what I did to them?…” he asked in a mix of concern and surprise, “hm, do I need to be? As far as I’m concerned you just beat the hell out of some assholes who were planning on killing this poor guy. Why would I be afraid of you for that?” You said shrugging your shoulders slightly thinking that was literally all he did, “I’ll clean it out while I wait for the data transfer, I don’t want to start working and… risk losing them…” you said softly as you sprayed the cleanser into his joints.

“Thank you… I appreciate your kindness…” He whispered in response.

———

A few days had passed since then. Ramattra spent the remainder of the evening with you, watching you with a curiosity and interest he hadn’t held towards any human for a long time, maybe ever. You both talked as you worked, how long you’d been doing this for, why you started, what you did for a living to continue your efforts if you didn’t charge for your services. He found out you’d make artwork with unusable materials, statues, sometimes paintings, and would sell them online.

But when money got too tight, you’d try to fundraise to continue your efforts or at the very least, buy food to keep living, or electricity to keep the lights on and your equipment running. But even then, in your own words “these days at best I come back penniless, at worst it’s me on the repair table patching myself up… moment people find out I’m looking after Omnics I’m suddenly fair game to be attacked, sworn at and spat on…”

The anger he felt rising within him remembering your words, how you showed him the scars you’d sustained, how you still smiled stating it was worth it, was insurmountable. How anybody could sink so low as to harm someone as genuine and kind as you, all because you dared to associate yourself with his kind was beyond even his low views of the cruelty of humanity.

But then, he remembered your smile, your kind eyes, your gentle hands on his, how for the first time in his existence he wished he could truely feel beyond simply registering touch so he could experience your skin against him. Your body against him, safe in his arms…

“The new Null sector can fuck off!…” Your words suddenly echoed in his memory snapping him out of his musing. His system booted out of rest mode to find himself back in his room in Akandes New York estate. The cold air conditioned space quickly replacing the warmth of the yellow garage light and your face beneath its glow in his memory as he recalled your views on the latest Null sector invasions.

“Ever since they turned up attacks against normal civilian Omnics has only increased! Years of work to try and prove to everyone in my area that Omnics are good down the shitter! Now I’m seeing sometimes 50 of these guys a day! I’m running out of parts faster than I can buy them and scalpers keep buying the most useable parts and jacking up the resale value so people like me can’t afford them…” You said with such a hurt and tired voice. Like you were clinging onto your hope by a thread.

“If it keeps up like this… I’ll either starve or have to close my doors until I can afford to get more parts…” you said glancing out of the garage door at the few Omnics left for you to repair that night. “But if I do… what hope do they have then?…”

Ramattra recalled the heartache in your voice, the pain in your eyes and the heavy bags beneath them. Overworked, over tired, and yet you still kept going…

In that moment, he’d begun to reconsider his plans. For just a moment he considered calling off the invasions, disbanding the current troops and cancelling the production of any further machines talon intended to build… But he couldn’t. He knew suffering would come when he started this war, but in the end it would be less than what his people had already endured and would continue to without his action. But he couldn’t let you continue to suffer either.

After unplugging his cables from his charging station he stepped out into the living quarters to see Akande seated with another associate of his, a young human woman of around 30 that despite her friendly nature he would happily do without her constant hacking of his systems, Sombra. “Good afternoon…” Ramattra said as he approached the two.

Akande turned his gaze to him and smiled gesturing to sit with them, “Finally awake I see? I was just discussing your observations with Olivia. So far we’ve mapped out several optimal invasion points we can drop in.” He said glancing at Sombra.

“Mmhm, so far things are looking good. But in light of the new Overwatch being on our dicks it wouldn’t hurt to pick out some plan B options for the second wave of troops should we need to reposition the attack order.” She said turning her holo screen around to show him her mapped out areas of the city.

“You wish me to scout again?…” Ramattra asked tilting his head ever so slightly as he raised his hand making his staff lift from its place near the sofa and float to him. “Yes, as much as I’d like to get this plan under way now that we have the sufficient amount of soldiers prepared. Olivia is right in that we need an extra safety net to insure this plan goes ahead as smoothly as possible.” Akande said glancing at his staff before locking eyes with him. “I understand if you’re irritated by this decision but I believe it’s for the best.”

“I agree.” Ramattra said clicking his mask plate into place. “How long before you believe we’ll be ready?…” he asked. “2 months at least. Once we have a clear plan mapped out we will set about putting it into action as discreetly as possible. The less opportunities we give for Overwatch to catch wind, the better.” Akande said as he stared the omnic up and down, quietly observing his posture. “I sense, there is something you want?…”

“I do actually. I have an acquaintance here within the city whose in need of supplies.” Ramattra said twirling his staff slightly in his fingers before gripping it tight. “And I’m ready to receive my payment.”

———

It had been maybe a couple weeks or more since your first meeting with the strange but handsome omnic vigilante and since then, he was all you could think about… and the random gifts and shipments turning up at the garage certainly weren’t helping that case.

Just a few days after your initial encounter with him and suddenly a large truck arrived filled with parts for every model of omnic you could imagine. The next day a pallet loaded with sheet metal of varying materials turns up at your door. And the day after that you find a box of expensive paints seated on your desk next to your unfinished paintings and bags upon bags of fresh groceries.

You couldn’t be certain it was him leaving them, but part of you knew it just had to be. You were half tempted to spend the little money you had to buy a new security camera so you could maybe spy who your kindly donor was, you were fairly certain the one you had installed was broken, either that or the download cable was busted.

Even still, you found yourself eagerly glancing out the garage door as you worked, hoping to catch a glance at anyone coming by and hoping you’d see his tall strong frame and handsome face again. Hopefully, in one piece…

“I’m glad there is at least one kind heart left in this world…” his soft voice echoed in your head, you instinctively clenched your hand recalling how tenderly he held it, how the silicone pad of his thumb traced on your skin. And you felt your heart hurt wondering of the pain he’d experienced in his existence to be surprised by your kindness…

“All done for this evening I see?”

You almost thought you’d imagined it before hearing the rustling of a plastic bag behind you. Your eyes snapped up from the art piece on your desk and you spun around to see, him… Ramattra. “I?” You paused looking over to see you’d left the garage door open in case any more injured Omnics came knocking. “Oh… I could’ve had my head bashed in just now.” You said realising just how deep in thought you were.

“You shouldn’t be leaving that open so late in the evening whilst you’re distracted and alone.” He said reaching past you and grabbing the remote before pushing the button and lowering the door. “If I were a thug I could have done who knows what to you by now…” he said moving to out the remote back and leaning in close to you, “I don’t want you to get hurt y/n…” he said softly, his mask inches from your face.

“I-I know I should be more careful.., I just, wanted to make sure anyone whose hurt knows I’m still up y’know?” You said suddenly feeling very shy. Ramattra stared down at you, his mind wandering as his gaze took in your body. He’d been watching you from afar for several days and nights now, but up close, up this close, he wanted to take all of you in.

Your body so fragile compared to his. He could crush you in an instant, rip you to pieces if he wanted to, or pin you down until the light left your eyes… but all he wanted, all he craved for was to just hold you, bring you into his arms and feel your heartbeat against him, hear your breathing and feel your warmth as he held you safely and securely in his grasp. Safe from violence, safe from pain, safe from the world…

“I see… Well, you should also make sure you remember to eat…” he said holding up a bag, remembering why he actually came in the first place. “O-oh, r-right yeah. I guess I was so focused on working I forgot again.” You said staring up at him as he slowly stepped back and stood upright.

Ramattra glanced at you before glancing at the artwork next, another beautiful piece, but then again, he was so enamoured with you he considered everything you so much as touched beautiful too. “With how hard you work on your creations you really should charge more for your time.” He mused as he handed you the takeout and utensils to eat.

You gladly took the food and smiled as you opened the container to see your favourite meal inside, not even questioning how he knew what it was… “Yeah well, if I charged more I doubt anyone would be willing to buy it, I’m barely scraping by as is, if you hadn’t of dropped off all these supplies I think I’d have to close my doors for good this we-” you paused realising what you said. “I-I mean I assumed it was-” you stammered attempting to correct yourself before his gentle voice cut you off.

“You knew it was me? And here I was trying to be stealthy~” he chuckled and leaned against your desk. “Yes it was me. I saw how hard you work all by yourself to care for my kind, I couldn’t just not help you in some way… I hope you’re not mad I didn’t present them to you myself.” He said folding his arms around his staff hugging it to his chest and shoulder and resting his chin against it.

“Mad?! You kidding If you had lips and consented I’d kiss you!” You snorted and shook your head. “You’re the first real help I’ve had in… well… ever.” You said as you resumed eating, realising just how alone you’d been this whole time.

Ramattra stood there frozen for a moment trying to process the mental image of kissing you. While he didn’t have lips he could press his face to yours and imitate the action, maybe provide a little spark to your skin to stimulate the action while his hands did the work… elsewhere. It was only when he registered the sad lilt to your voice that he snapped back to the conversation and observed the expression on your face. “Ever?… not even from the Omnics who you assist?” He asked softly,

“Them? Take a look around. You think they can afford to pay for my services if they’re coming here in the first place?” You said gesturing to the garage, it’s leaky roof, the visible insulation on the walls, the boarded up windows, it was in shambles, but it was your home. “They come here to get repaired with whatever I’ve got on hand because they can’t afford to get any better. I’m the top care for the bottom of the rung that society wants to keep at the bottom… but since you suddenly showed up… I have hope again.” You smiled and finished your food not sparing a crumb.

“I decked out all the Omnics that’ve come through with the tech you gave me and nearly all of em have come back letting me know they got promotions or new jobs because of em. If I keep this up, maybe even with null sector kicking around I’ll still have a chance to give ‘em a better life, y’know?” You said glancing up at him.

Ramattra stood there silently, eyes locked onto yours through the cover of his mask. “Y/n… do you know what purpose I was built for?…” he whispered softly before slowly looking away feeling guilt bubble inside him, knowing deep down just how much you’d despise him if you knew the truth.

You sat there for a moment, observing his form, his make and design. “Hm, well I’ve never seen one of your units come through these doors before, you’re a rare build to me at least but… definitely not a custom one. You certainly don’t have a domestic build to you… you were built for the war. Weren’t you?…” you said softly watching him hug his staff closer in a more defensive stance.

“I was built as a ravager command unit to lead Omnics into battle… after the war I vowed to pursue peace. And I studied as a shambali monk…” he said softly, unable to bring himself to look at you. “But it’s a path I’ve found hard to continue following as I watch my people continue to fall victim to discrimination and cruelty…”

“That’s okay.” Your soft voice echoed so loudly in his audio receptors he felt it through his entire system. “I’m not a violent person, I fix things, I heal others… but my god trying to prove to bigoted folks that Omnics aren’t evil, or they aren’t objects or just machines is so mind numbingly hard and sometimes I just wanna punch them in the face because they just refuse to pull their heads out of their asses and smell something other than their own bullshit!” You scowled before breathing out a tired sigh as you relaxed back in your chair, “I know it’s hard, and it’s even harder knowing if you lose your temper or make the first swing then you’ll just be proving their ‘point’…” you said as you stared up at the flickering yellow bulb before looking back at him, “are you scared I’ll think less of you because of your initial purpose?…” you asked with such a gentle voice.

Ramattra stood there, posture relaxing as he took in every word you said. He felt understood in a way he didn’t think humans would understand, a connection he didn’t expect to share with you on such different but equal levels. He shifted his staff from his hold and carefully set it against the desk as he stood up straight before you. “Well?… do you?…” he asked, eyes locked intently onto yours awaiting your answer.

“No. The circumstances that created you were out of your control. The reason for your creation doesn’t define you, it’s what you do with your existence that makes you who you really are, Ramy.” You smiled up at him, not a hint of fear in your eyes, no judgment, only kindness.

“Ramy?…” ramattra said tilting his head in confusion. “Y’know, Ramy, it’s short for your name… I’ll stop if you want me to I just thought it was cute.” You said sheepishly. “Ramy… I like it.” He chuckled and leaned down gently placing his hands on the arm rests of your chair and holding his face inches from yours. “If, that kiss wasnt a joke…I consent…” he whispered looking so calm on the outside but inward his circuit board was overheating with anxiety and fearing he’d greatly misread human body language and nature.

“I…sure come here you.” You smiled gently grabbing his face and pulling him in as you planted a soft kiss to his mask plate. “Gladly…” he mused in response as he shuffled in closer to embrace you.

———

“Soft… you’re so very… soft…” ramattras words echoed in your head. Living on the streets, surviving muggings, assaults, overworking yourself to the point of collapse, barely scraping by enough to afford food and still pulling yourself up to help those around you, not once in your life had you ever been described as soft. Rugged maybe, strong too, definitely a long list of insults and slurs as well, but never something so, sweet…And yet he said he said it with such tenderness you found yourself even now melting at the memory even after a few days.

Metal against skin is often thought to be a cool sensation but Ramattra was warm to the touch. The silicone padding on his hands held you so firmly but caressed you so gently as he explored your body, his voice was like silk as he whispered compliments and sweet nothings into your ears, and the low rumble of his processors lulled you to sleep effortlessly as you rested your head against his chest.

You couldn’t help the smile that crossed your face as you remembered waking up to him beside you, the feeling of his fingers slowly tracing circles on your back as he waited for you to flutter open your eyes sent tingles across your brain and you sighed remembering how he stopped to gently stroke your cheek as he finally noticed you staring at him, “good morning, y/n…” he cooed so softly.

“Okay, all done.” You said finally snapping back to the present as you set your tools down and rebooted the omnic on the workbench. The omnic lay still for a moment before coming back online, they sat up slowly and stared down at themselves and their new, shiny, and working parts. “Thank you Y/n!” They exclaimed as they excitedly slid off the table. “Don’t mention it! You’re gonna nail that interview! Just try not to bump into anything on your way there, the white plating on those new parts scuff like a bitch.” You said as you cleaned up your work space.

The omnic nodded and waved as they turned to hurry off out of the garage,“I will! Thank you y/n! I’ll let you know ho-” the clanging of metal against concrete cut off their words. You quickly glanced up from cleaning to see a group of 4 men standing there after pushing the poor machine to the ground. “You y/n?” One of them, the leader of their group you assumed, said as they scanned the garage before locking onto you.

“…I am…How can I help you?…” you said stepping forward and helping the omnic to their feet as they scurried back in fear. “You can help us by doing as we tell you to and shutting this place down before you get hurt.” He grunted stepping forward, his associates following. “And why would I want to do that?” You said slowly moving the omnic behind you.

“Because dickheads like you are too stupid for your own good and you think you’re doing something great by helping these monsters but you’re just signing humanities death warrant. So I’ll say it one more time to get it through your thick head. Shut this place down. Or we shut it down ourselves and you with it.” He said pulling a metal bat out from behind himself.

Your eyes glanced at it for a moment but quickly shifted to the movement of a purple haze lurking up behind them. “I don’t take kindly to threats. Leave or-” “Or what? You’ll set your attack robot on us? Like you did on our associates? Have him bludgeon us and leave one to tell the tale?” He sneered cutting you off. “What?” You said with genuine confusion.

“Don’t play dumb you stupid b-” he growled raising his bat up only to freeze hearing the cracking of bone and the squelching of blood and flesh behind him, followed by the agonised scream of his friend as ramattra ripped their arm clean off. “This time. I won’t leave witnesses.” The war built omnic growled as his form shifted and a second set of arms erupted from his back.

He threw the thug missing an arm to the ground before stomping on their skull attempting to kill them only to be stopped as their leader swung his bat down hard connecting with his head but doing little except scratch his mask plate and annoy him. It took no effort for the omnic to yank it from his grasp and bludgeon him across the head with it before turning to do the same to his friends only to see them running away with their injured comrade.

He quickly turned his attention down to see only a pool of blood where they’d been and before he could move to pursue them the groan of their ringleader from behind him halted him in his tracks… He turned around slowly and stared down at the now now battered and bloodied man at his feet, struggling to get up to flee. “You.” Ramattra growled lowly, “Humans like you are the problem with this world…” he said kicking him down making him cower and whimper. “I’ll make you pay for what you’ve done!!!” He shouted raising the bat up and bringing it down to kill him only to strike, your shoulder…

He’d never forget the crack your bones made as you took the blow. The crunch of them giving way to the impact echoed in his head and all he heard beyond it was white noise, until your voice broke through, “SNAP OUT OF IT RAMY YOURE BETTER THAN THIS!!” You screamed shaking him with your now one good arm as the other fell slack at your side.

Ramattra stood there in shock as he stared into your eyes, watching in horror as he saw the pain in them mixing with your tears as they welled up and spilled over. His body shifted back to its normal resting state, the clang of hollow metal on concrete bounced off the garage walls as he dropped the bat and shakily reached out to you, “y-y/n I- I didn’t mean to I lost- I lost control I- he” he glanced past you to see the thug staring up at him in terror, and you in confusion.

You turned slowly and stared down at them, the pain and fear visible on your face as it was on theirs, “Get. Out.” You said with a tone that indicated you’d gladly let ramattra have his way if he didn’t comply. The thug didn’t wait a second more and frantically scrambled to his feet and limped off in a hurry after his friends. You watched him leave before looking up at ramattra as his hands gently touched your face. “…” you smiled up at him despite your tears and gently reached up your good hand stroking the scuff mark on his face plate, “shhh it’s okay…” you whispered.

Ramattra stared back at you in disbelief, his system freezing in utter confusion to your response. He fully expected you to be afraid of him, run away, side with the men he’d just attempted to murder but no, you stood there, smiling at him. “I didn’t mean to, I didn’t-” he practically whimpered reaching a hand out timidly to touch where he’d hurt you hoping in some way he could reverse time and fix it.

“I know you didn’t, I know you didn’t want to kill them.” You said so softly ramattra swore it physically hurt him. “No I did- I wanted to! I wanted to kill them I wanted to wipe them out of existence and I almost killed you- I almo-” he choked out in a panicked manner thinking you’d for sure hate him for the truth. “No you didn’t Ramy… they just, triggered old programming from when you were first made.” You whispered as you gently rubbed the cheek of his mask.

“Triggered? Old programming?…” he asked in genuine confusion. “Ptsd, I’ve worked with a lot of Omnics who suffer with it and can get set off over different things. All it takes is one though to trigger a bad memory and they can’t stop themselves…” you said looking down at the blood now splattered on the concrete floor before looking back up at him. “I know you’re not a violent person Ramy, you just wanted to protect us.” You said fully believing it was just ptsd like you’d seen countless times before in your life working to repair these machines.

Ramattra didn’t know how to respond. Part of him wanted to come clean and just confess it all while the blood was still warm and hope and pray you’d forgive him even though he knew you’d want him gone. Another part wanted to believe you, to believe he was good, to put his plans behind him and scrub the slate clean of his misdeeds and crimes and live a good life with you… But the other part, it knew you’d never forgive him, and it knew he couldn’t live without you in his life either, it wanted to let the truth fester and rot, and hopefully by the time it finally came to light? It’d be too late for you anyway.

“Y-y/n I-” he paused watching you turn your attention away from him and to the frightened omnic hiding behind your workbench, only now just slowly emerging seeing the coast was clear. “Anything broken?” You asked with a crack in your tone as you fought back the urge to scream in pain from your injury as it began to throb.

“N-no I-I’m okay.” The omnic said raising their arms a little in a waving motion allowing you to see a scuff mark or two on their once pristine new plating. “Hold up, Can’t have you rocking up to your interview like that. I’ll buff it out real quick.” You said as you pulled your hand from ramattras face only for the larger omnic to grab it gently. “Y/n you can’t be serious you need to go to the hospital-” he said with concern and panic evident in his tone as he shuffled to stand in front of your path.

“I’ll be fine. Go get me a sling from the first aid kit.” You smiled up at him reassuringly before walking over to the omnic with your arm hanging slack as you prepared a rag and some buffing clay.

Ramattra reached for you as you walked from his grasp, wondering how on earth you’d just deny medical care when you’re in such a state, “I- y/n you- your arm let me-” he said stepping closer only for you to point to the med kit again before proceeding to buff out the Omnics thankfully easy scuffs. “Okay that looks good, try to make it there in one piece alright?” You smiled. The omnic nodded and nervously looked at your arm before looking at ramattra then back at you, “I Will….I- I think you should listen to him about your arm.” They said nervously shuffling around the blood patches then out the door, “th-thank you!” They exclaimed before hurrying off.

Ramattra just stared at you in disbelief before finally doing as he was told and hurrying to the first aid kit and opening it to find… practically nothing… Some old bandages that had clearly been worn and sent through the wash a few times, an almost empty box of bandaids, a completely empty box of painkillers, a half empty bottle of alcohol and a very used sling… he pulled it out and unfurled it only for it to begin falling apart in his hands. “This is?… all you have?” He asked looking back at you.

“Yeah, haven’t had time or the money to refill it.” You said dipping the rag back into the clay. Ramattra looked back in the med kit and contemplated using the bandages for a quick solution but spied beneath it all some scissors. “…” he glanced down at the fabric tails that hung from his cowl and grabbed one cutting it off. “This will do.” He said holding the fabric out slightly as he walked to you.

“Y-you didn’t have to do that! I I can find something else let me fix i-o-ow!” You whined as he took hold of your arm and carefully looped it in the fabric before tying it into a sling. “It’ll do until we get to the hospital.” He said sternly. “I don’t need the hospital I’ll be fine…” you said looking down. “Y/n your shoulder is definitely broken you need medical attentio-”

“I can’t afford it…” your voice sounded so broken as you finally dropped the tough facade, no longer having to hold it together with a third party present, you’d always maintained a strong and reassuring exterior for the Omnics who relied on you but now, it was you who needed someone to rely on beyond yourself. “I I don’t have health insurance- I-if I get this fixed I’ll be homeless I c-can’t I can’t afford it I’ll be fine j-just pr-pretend this never happened!” You sobbed stepping away from him and picking up the clay rag before returning to him and placing it on the scuff mark on his face.

Ramattra stepped back in surprise at the fabric against his face but allowed you to fuss over him for just a moment if it meant he could calm you down enough for him to convince you that you were worth being cared for. “Darling…” he said grasping hold of your hand as you finished wiping his face clean. “Let me help you…”

Your heart practically stopped. His voice calling you something so endearing and loving, you stared up at him looking so broken, “I-I can’t I-I’m the one whose s-supposed to help people…” you whimpered. “Now let me be the one to help you, y/n” ramattra cooed.

“I can’t a-ask you to spend that much money on m-me you’ve already done so mu-ch-” you tried to speak but broke down into further sobs, the pain was unbearable, but the idea of asking him to spend that much on you was too. “I’ve already invested a lot into you y/n, your work, your art,” he said placing his other hand on your cheek. “Your health is far more important than all of that… let me fix what I’ve broken… let me repair you.” He said as his mask plate lifted, showing you his eyes as he stared into yours.

You stared back and simply nodded meekly, “I-I need help…” you cried.

———

It had been a week since then, and while most would struggle adapting to working with only one arm you’d gotten used to having a limb out of commission more than once. But then again, you didn’t have an annoying brace around your chest and a bulky sling restricting your injured arm to you then either.

“Damn it.” You grumbled bending down to pick up the screw driver you’d dropped for the hundredth time only for a familiar mechanical hand to grab it instead as another one slid around your waist helping you stand upright. “Y/n…” ramattras voice said softly with a slightly disappointed tone. Despite his instance for you to rest you repeatedly ignored him and continued about your duties repairing the Omnics of the city.

“Don’t give me that look…” you mumbled glancing away with a pout as you took the screwdriver from his hand. “You promised you’d at least sit down as you worked. You’re putting strain on your back and shoulders hunching over your desk like that.” He said gesturing to the workbench and the omnic resting on it waiting for their new parts to be installed.

“I’ll take a break in a minute.” You said stepping away slowly, unable to hide the slight smile that crept on your lips as you felt his hand squeeze just a little in resistance, wanting to hold you just a little longer. “Well you said that 3 hours ago and yet you’re still working so I’ve brought an excuse for you to sit down.” He said glancing over at your art desk. “Oh?” You said turning your whole body to look and see your favourite meal waiting for you. “Oh!” You exclaimed in surprise before turning back to the omnic and quickly finishing them up before beginning the reboot proceedings.

Ramattra watched as the omnic sat up and excitedly looked themselves over before getting up and moving their new limbs, seemingly very pleased with their fluid movement as they practically danced about. He couldn’t help but feel a strange feeling of familiarity in their appearance and motions and yet he couldn’t place it.

He watched as you waved goodbye to them with a smile, your beautiful smile, before pulling your chair out slightly from your desk as you turned to face him. “It’s getting cold.” He said gesturing to the food. You smiled and walked over taking your seat and letting him push you in as you began to eat, “fine I’ll fuel my flesh prison.” You snickered as you tucked in.

Ramattra simply hummed in response as he carefully adjusted your harness and so gently palpated the bruised area to see how you were healing, “does it hurt?…” he asked. You flinched a little in pain but mostly out of surprise to have such gentle touches to the back of your neck and shoulders, “a little… how’s it looking?” You said trying to glance back at him but quickly opting not to as you remembered how much turning your head hurt.

“Worse than yesterday but, I believe that’s normal for bruising.” He said inspecting the darker shades and colourations. “Yeah it feels a bit worse too…” you said as you continued to eat. Ramattra stood there for a moment, feeling the pain he’d felt when he first hurt you return. He carefully adjusted your harness back into place before pressing his face into the uninjured side of your neck and holding onto the chair with his hands, “I’m so sorry y/n…” he whispered.

“Don’t start with that again.” You smiled reaching your hand up and gently stroking your fingers through the cables on his head that oddly reminded you of hair. “It’s fine, what happened happened okay? I’m not mad or upset about it and I haven’t chased you out of here with a broom yet so relax~” you teased and moved to kiss him only to audibly wince in pain as you turned your neck.

Ramattra quickly shuffled around to the front of you and nervously held out his hands wanting to help but having no clue what to do, “y-y/n are you oka-” “yes I’m fine.” You huffed cutting him off as you looked up at him with a pout, “now bend down so I can kiss you damn it.”

“I? Oh- y-yes.” Ramattra stammered but gladly did as he was told. He carefully moved closer and leaned in supporting his weight on the rest of the chair as he pressed his face to your lips. You giggled feeling the fibreglass and metal rumble in response to your touch as if he were trying to replicate some form of stimuli to mimic a kiss, and sighed as he pulled away slightly. “You’re sure you’re not mad at me?…” he asked tilting his head slightly as he observed your face up close trying to read your expression but always ending back up at your eyes, your kind, warm eyes.

“Yes I’m sure.” You mused giving him another soft peck, “if anything you should be the one mad at me. You had to cut up your scarf to help me.” You said turning away in your chair and reaching under your desk. “To help you with an injury I gave you! Why on earth would I be mad at you for that if anything I was angry at myself for not considering your medical needs and replacing that medkit when I did the fire extinguishers!” Ramattra said gesturing over to the fire extinguisher in the corner.

“You replaced the fire extinguishers?” You asked turning in your chair to look as you retrieved a neat little bundle of fabric from beneath your desk. “Yes they expired you- you really didn’t notice?” He asked glancing at you then at the fabric. “Fire extinguishers can expire??” You asked getting a little kick out of winding him up, “YOU DIDNT KNOW THEY EXPIR-” he paused mid speech as you stood up and clumsily pulled off his damaged hood and cowl and replaced it with one youd made. “What do you think?” You asked as you sat back down to resume eating.

Ramattra stared at you for a moment before looking down at the gift draped over his shoulders. The fabric resembled his old one to some extent, it was difficult to replicate the texture of the shambali robes, and it was lined with nano technology you’d painstakingly hardwired into the material to better adapt to the Omnics transforming body when needed. But most importantly, it had your handy work visible in every seam, every detail, it was made by your hands… “y/n…” he whispered.

“Sorry if it’s a bit sloppy, I didn’t realise how hard steering a sewing machine with one hand would be. The tech was a breeze though, I was able to take the existing tech from the fabric you used for my sling and I upgraded it to be compatible with your current software. You should be able to transform a bit easier now if and when you need to ‘bust out the big guns’ an all.” You smiled as you finished your food in time for him to fall to his knees and hug you around the waist, “R-Ramy?!” You stammered in surprise.

Ramattra nuzzled his face slightly into your lap as his strong arms gently embraced you, “i love you y/n….” he whispered so softly you almost didn’t hear him over your heartbeat pounding in your ears, “wh-what?” You asked wanting him to repeat it, no, wanting to hear him repeat it.

“I love you, y/n.” He repeated gladly as he squeezed you a little tighter, just wanting so badly to be closer to you as if this little gift was the final pluck to his mechanical heart strings. “Th-that’s what I thought you said.” You whispered feeling your face flush as your fingers tangled themselves into his wires, just softly playing with them, “I love you too, Ramy.” You said with a gentle breathy sigh.

———

Peaceful, but not calm. Is how Ramattra would describe the street outside your favourite takeaway restaurant. He ignored the buzzing of his com and the attached call with it and watched as buskers of all kinds performed around him, from musicians belting out off key lyrics to Lucio’s latest songs, to caricature artists drawing at a speed he could only describe as carpal inducing, there was something for everyone to engage with. Though, most people simply kept walking.

Another call, more buzzing, he ignored it.

He could see why you liked it so much, it’s vibrancy, the energy, it suited you. But he had to admit, the image of you snuggled within his arms safe in your pjs and a cosy blanket suited you far better, even more so with nothing covering you at all…

“Order for Y/n??” The feminine omnic voice from within the restaurant called out snapping him back to reality, “ah yes- Gah-” he stammered bonking himself in the side of the head with his staff as he stood up right and hurried over taking it. “Here you go dear.” The omnic said with a soft blink to her forehead lights as she handed ramattra the food, “Thank you for taking care of our Angel, I’m glad they’ve finally got someone lookin after them like they do for all of us.” She mused as she wiped her hands on her apron.

“It’s the least I can do, they’re… truely remarkable.” He said with a soft love struck lilt to his voice. “That they are, there’s few folks like them around these days. Hopefully things will keep picking up for them with you around and… more people like them will come too… ah, but enough of my chit chat, hurry an get going before that gets cold!” She chuckled and waved her hand to him.

Ramattra nodded, “if there are good people around, they’ll want to show their faces soon… thank you, I’ll be back again tonight for their usual!” He said waving back as he hurried out and into the now… eerily quiet street.

He was a good few steps short of the alleyway that lead to your garage when he finally noticed the silence, because it was quickly replaced by an ungodly loud blast as smoke erupted from behind buildings and the blaring of car horns mixed with the distant screams of innocent civilians running for their lives.

Another buzz, he finally answered seeing Akandes name staring back at him, “Akande what’s going on?!” He shouted watching as people and vehicles began to rampage towards him in any attempt to get away from the invasion swooping in from the city paths he’d mapped out.

“I’ve been trying to call you since you took off this morning! The invasion’s begun! Overwatch found out about our plans we need you to get to position n-” Akandes voice was suddenly silenced as your number popped up in his vision. Without hesitation he ended Akandes call to answer yours and before he could speak your panicked voice sounded within his head along with the scraping and slamming of metal, “HEL-” was all you managed out before the line went dead.

His plans be damned, talon be damned, you were in danger. He bolted down the alleyway and scaled up and over buildings, leaping, ducking, anything he could to reach you faster until he finally staggered out into the garage street to see the horror before him.

Omnics. All the ones you’d repaired with the parts he’d given you, now either violently attacking the buildings doors to reach you inside, or the ones only partially repaired… he wanted to cover his vision as he watched them desperately rip themselves apart trying to fight the program overtaking them. He wanted to cover his ears hearing them scream and plead for it to stop, how they didn’t want to fight again…

But the Omnics breaking through the barrier keeping your safe quickly changed his mind. They were under null sectors control now, built with parts talon made for null sector, all of them infected… He stepped forward and raised his staff up making the orb glow brighter, he watched as they turned their gazes to him and backed away from the doors slowly, and he directed them all into a line up like soldiers… his soldiers. “the battle is that way…” he said pointing to the smoke rising up over the buildings, “go…” he said stepping aside to allow them passage through the narrow path.

They nodded and swiftly marched forward, to a death he knew none of them wanted, or signed up for, and he fought back the scream he wanted to cry out as he locked gazes with the last one who passed. A different body, but the face was unmistakable, as was the uniform & the name printed in perfectly readable text, Samson…

But still he composed himself and hurried to the garage opening the door with his key… a key you didn’t know he’d made. “Y/n?! Y/n where are y-Gaa-ahh..hahh-” he gasped in horror as his foot collided with the head of a now dismantled omnic… his gaze followed its pieces scattered across the floor, bolts and plating mixed with smatterings of blood, leading to the desk… And you hiding beneath it.

You sat there, forehead bleeding, eyes wide, arm still in a sling with your one useable one holding a bat, the very same bat the man had left, the very same bat ramattra had crushed your shoulder with, and now you sat pointing it directly at him. “You-” you choked out, the bat wobbling in your grasp as you visibly shook with fear, with anger.

Ramattra stepped forward cautiously, he recognised that expression, that look. He’d made countless humans wear the same look before, but seeing it on you, his human, his darling, it crossed his circuits and stung with an unimaginable pain, “y/n youre bleeding!” He said reaching his free arm out to you, hoping against all hope that you wouldn’t blame him for this, hoping you’d just let him take you into his arms.

The hollow clang of metal hitting metal was enough to dash his hopes entirely.

You didn’t even register youd moved until the rustling of plastic filled your ears. Ramattra reeled back from the hit dropping the lunch he’d bought you on the floor next to the dismembered omnic, the lights on his forehead flickered and sparked where he held the now dented part of his faceplate in shock. “Y-y/n you-” he whispered in disbelief and hurt only for your voice to erupt over his with an anger he never imagined you’d be capable of feeling.

“NO YOU! YOU USED ME!!” You screamed stepping further away from him all the while still holding the bat out towards him. “I REPAIRED ALL THESE ONNICS WITH THE PARTS YOU GAVE ME AND LOOK AT WHAT YOUVE DONE TO THEM!!” You cried gesturing to the omnic you killed to protect yourself.

Ramattra stepped forward again, reaching out as if he could just hold you and make things better, “I didn’t know I-I asked my associate to supply you with parts and software I didn’t know they’d send you the null sector armaments! I wanted to help you repair damaged Omnics not build more soldiers out of them when we already had willing ones to fi-…” he froze realising what he’d just said, he’d confirmed his guilt…

“You we’re working with null sector this entire time then?… to the point you had knowledge of their production…” you said with heartbreak in your voice and tears bubbling in your throat as you held back sobs. “Y/n…” Ramattra said taking another step forward.

“DONT COME ANY CLOSER TO ME!!” You yelled pointing the bat at him making him halt in place, “I dedicated my life to helping Omnics in a world who hated them. I helped them find jobs, I picked them up when they were down and I worked so, so hard to make humans see them as good people… all of that work… gone. Because of you…” you said looking at him, then at the omnic by his feet. “they’re all going to die because of you…”

Ramattra understood what heartbreak was, he’d felt it plenty of times before. He mourned with zenyatta over mondattas death, he desperately tried to save Omnics from passing away as he held them in his arms and felt agony as he watched them let go… but nothing hurt anywhere near as much as this, as seeing you hurting, as seeing you, of all people, hating him…

“I never meant to let it get this far…” he said softly as he picked up his staff, “I never meant to fall in love…” he whispered loud enough for you to hear before turning to leave, “I’m sorry you think I ruined your hard work and my methods are cruel and wrong, but I promise you…” he paused glancing back at you, “I Will fight until my death to create the perfect world we both want-?!” He dashed out of the way quickly as suddenly the bat came flying from your grasp smashing into the wall by where he stood a few seconds prior.

“GET OUT!!” You screamed… he gladly complied and rushed out without another word… You sighed and rubbed your face with your hand, wiping the blood back from your eyes as you looked at the destruction of your studio… your home… Then your eyes fell on the spilled bag of takeout left by your now ex boyfriend, and worst enemy… “all I wanted was to help…” you sobbed thinking of all the innocent lives now ruined because of your work, and the heartache you felt knowing you fell in love with the one who caused it all to go wrong…

———

Ramattra sat quietly in his room, his damaged faceplate replaced and his cables plugged into the charging station but his consciousness very much aware as he stared out at the city through his window. The smoke billowing up from buildings now slowly being extinguished. Overwatch arrived but far too late, the damage was done… far more damage than anyone intended.

“Where were you today?…” Akandes deep voice snapped his attention to the doorway. Ramattra focused on his figure framed by the warm light illuminating through from the hall. “I was visiting the associate I told you about… they almost died today because of you…” He said lowly, trying his best to convey his anger and displeasure.

“Because of me? You told me they needed parts and software. I provided.” Akande said showing genuine confusion. “DOMESTIC PARTS AND SOFTWARE!” Ramattra roared rising to his feet, “INNOCENT OMNICS WERE CORRUPTED BY THE PARTS YOU PROVIDED! THEY REPAIRED CIVILIANS! NOT SOLDIERS! AND NOW THEY DESPISE ME THEY-… they…” Ramattra paused unable to bring himself to admit the truth… he couldn’t say out loud that you hated him. The pain was too much to handle…

“Forgive me for the misunderstanding then.” Akande said glancing him up and down, trying to read his body language, “Had I of known you wished to mend the innocent I’d of provided the correct equipment, I was under the impression this associate was the same one who built your other null sector companion… but… I can see they were a lot more than just an associate to you…” he said standing up right as he pushed off of the door frame. “I apologise… but their deaths, weren’t in vain. We finally got one up on Overwatch and I’m certain your associates work assisted in that.”

Ramattra clenched his fists and turned his gaze back to the window, “your words bring me no comfort… their deaths should have never happened… leave. I need to think…” he sighed.

Akande, while not one to take orders or respect authority beyond his own, at least understood when it was best to avoid pressing further into a conversation that could turn an ally into a foe. “very well. Just remember we’re leaving in 2 hours… whatever you’re working through I suggest you sort it out fast…” he said pausing in the hall, “And your associate… if their reputation is ruined and their life destroyed because of ‘me’… They’ll be welcomed here with a full pay rate if it’ll keep peace between us.” He said with a deep sigh, not fully understanding but recognising the heartache the omnic is visibly presenting.

“They wouldn’t accept…” ramattra whispered in response hearing akande leave down the hall… “Y/n…” he whispered staring back out at the city and the carnage he caused in the name of peace, barely even noticing the alert message popping up in his sensor amongst the glow of the neon lights.

———

“Thank you John and our thoughts and prayers are with the victims in Rio still reeling from the tragedy. But back over to New York where the new Overwatch is still on the scene of the latest invasion. Hundreds of casualties line the streets from Omnics to humans, some of them civilians. Others-”

You choked back a sob and turned off the news seeing the familiar faces of one’s you’d repaired now laying dead. Nobody having the curtesy to cover them like they would humans, except a shambali monk and his ninja companion… you wanted to shrink into a ball and cry, to make yourself small in hopes you’d disappear from existence itself, to just squeeze your eyes shut and open them pretending like you never met that beautiful and cruel omnic who stole your heart and destroyed it and the life you’d worked so hard to build.

But the beeping of the microwave and the scent of your reheated favourite meal so gently reminded you there were still things in the present worth existing for. You sighed flicking on YouTube for something to watch as you got up to retrieve your meal, the same meal Ramattra had brought you and left spilled on the ground. You had to throw most of it away but a decent feed was still salvageable, even after you had to pick chips of fibreglass and bolts out of it.

You felt your stomach flip remembering the lifeless stare of the dismembered Omnics head staring up at you as you swept the food into a dustpan and cleaned up the mess. How you had to make yourself think they were just an object, a machine, so it wouldn’t make you feel sick as you gathered their parts up into a bag all the while remembering how they went from telling you how excited they were to propose to their human partner to them trying to dismember you like you had to them…

“Everything was going so… good…” you whispered pulling out the food and staring at it, remembering how ramattra would fuss at you to eat, before inevitably feeding you himself and visibly enjoying how shy the act alone made you, “I finally had a chance to help them, all of them…” you sighed stirring the food about slightly too make sure it was hot.

“But there was no helping someone like you…” you said thinking of ramattra but addressing your own reflection in the microwave door… not even noticing the voices outside your door, or the smell of gasoline slowly wafting in through the air vents.

“You sure this is the right place?…”

“Yeah, this is definitely the place. I told you they were building machines for null sector.”

“Fucking shut up and hurry before their body guard turns up.”

———

Ramattra stretched ever so slightly as he unplugged himself from the charging port and began gathering up his things to depart the city. He picked up his staff and grasped for his cowl, freezing as his fingers traced over your stitching and distinct handywork… he sighed and pulled it on, he knew it’d be best to move on and have it replaced but… He couldn’t.

His eyes scanned around the room ensuring he had no other items that could implicate him laying around before finally noticing the alert in the corner of his vision display…

“Hm?” He mused as he selected it only to feel his entire body lock up as he spotted your name staring back at him with a simple message. “Help.”

———

Ramattra didn’t even notice he was moving until he was already out of the building. Staff disassembled and nemesis active he scaled houses and walls and leapt over entire city blocks only stopping as he spotted a bright orange glow in the direction of your home from over the rooftops, “no, Y/N!!” He screamed as he hurled himself forward jumping over several more streets before landing down in the alley he’d first entered to find your sanctuary…

Landing right in front of not only the men he’d let get away the day he accidentally hurt you… but the man he’d left to die the day you two first met…

They stared up at him in horror as he stared back with murder in his soul, before his gaze slowly rose up to see the garage, your home, on fire… and as he glanced back down at them, the golden orange glow danced on his reflective finish as he grabbed each of them and tore them apart like wings from a butterfly, leaving them gargling and screaming in agony on the pavement as he strode toward the flames and staggered inside.

Smoke billowed from every where he turned, he had to try to save it, your home, save you, he’d already taken so much from he couldn’t take anymore. He hurried through the blaze searching for you for any sign of life he could, “Y/N! ANSWER ME! Y/N PLEASE ANSWER ME!!!” He screamed as he fumbled around.

The smog clouded his main vision, and the heat was too intense to pick up your body temperature beyond it, he released his main arms and desperately felt around, only momentarily feeling relief as he found a fire extinguisher, he sprayed it over your workbench, your main desk- you.

He dropped it in shock seeing you laying by your chair, body bloodied, mangled, burned, and your phone laying open beside you, he thought for a moment you were dead. From your injuries or smoke inhalation but your shallow raspy cries of pain managed to reach his audio receptors over the roar of the flames, “y/n… Y/N!” He cried out spraying more around you to keep you from the fire before tossing the empty canister away as he dropped to his knees and cautiously pulled you into his embrace as if he feared even touching you would be enough to kill you.

‘Too late, I’m too late’, he thought as he held you so gently in his arms, his hands fumbling at his robes to remove them and hold the fabric to your head in hopes to stop the bleeding.

If he could cry he swore tears would be pouring down his face beneath his mask plate. He stared at your paling skin as the wound on your forehead deeper into the cloth he held so firmly but so carefully to you. He desperately held you closer and closer praying to whoever would listen that your body wouldn’t grow cold.

‘I should have never left you alone! I should have tried harder to convince you to my side! I should have never let this happen…’ he thought as he carefully tucked your hair out of the way, wanting so badly to just clean your face of the blood like it was the paint you’d so often somehow manage to get smeared on yourself. Wanting so badly for you to just open your eyes as if you’d fallen asleep on the floor from overworking yourself.

He looked around at your once homely, welcoming workshop, a haven for Omnics of all kinds where they could come to be cared for and loved… now destroyed. Tools stolen, machines shattered and smoking despite the foam from the fire extinguisher he’d depleted in an attempt to save your home from further destruction…. It wasn’t safe here for you anymore… it’d never be safe, so long as the humans responsible, and those like them, continued to live…

“R-Ramy?…” your soft raspy voice hit his audio receptors like a choir of angels… his gaze snapped back to you, your broken, fragile, human body in his arms. And your perfect, kind smile, staring back up at him as you feebly reached out a hand to hold his face with your broken fingers…

If he had a heart he was certain it’d be beating uncontrollably in his chest, despite your knowledge of who he really is, despite your last encounter, here you were, smiling at him, reaching for him despite the pain you were undeniably in. “I’m here… I’m here y/n, don’t strain yourself…” he cooed so softly as he carefully adjusted the now soaked cloth on your forehead and took hold of your hand. “Th-they… my home…” you whimpered beginning to remember the horror you’d experienced.

Ramattra knew you’d hate him, he already knew you hated his actions. You’d made that very clear when you found out the truth… but it wasn’t safe here for you anymore. This world wasn’t safe for you, not yet… he’d need to keep you safe himself until then. Safe, with him… “I know, y/n…” he cooed softly knowing there was nothing he could say to fix the situation. The best he could do is make your life comfortable and keep you sheltered as he built your perfect peaceful world by tearing down this one like he did the monsters who hurt you…

You whimpered and clung onto him as he hoisted you up and carried you from the building as it began to finally give out. And the more you squeezed and held on tighter, Ramattra held you closer and closer until his forehead gently pressed to yours with a soft kiss like gesture.

And as the run down building youd called home for so long and made into a sanctuary for the downtrodden finally fell to the hatred that it once stood strong against, your phone buzzed one final time with a reminder notification from your messages. Ramattra replying to your s.o.s with a simple message sent before his rescue. “Im on my way darling…”

#overwatch #overwatch fanfic #ramattra #ramattra x gender neutral reader #gender neutral reader #mild yandere tendencies implied

[kamisama-kyaa]

ow guys and girls (not all) setting up your anniversary date with them!

Genji Genji set up his super duper nice futon mats on his bedroom floor, he can’t really feel the hard floor, but he’d like for you to be as comfortable as you can be around him. You’ve been together for so long yet he always feels like he needs to do everything perfect for you. He set up little scented candles a good distance away from the futon mats. He put on his best cuddling sweater on, took of his mask/face plate and sat on one of the mats. Genji was super nervous about his sort of simplistic idea of an anniversary evening with him. When you entered the room he jolted up and greeted you, “H-Happy Anniversary, (Name)!!” He smiled brightly.

Cassidy This cowboy asked Genji what to do, Genji advised him to set up a romantic evening in his room, anddddd Cassidy did just that. He scattered rose petals on his new clean sheets, which he had Commander Morris wash for him, lit candles on his bed-side tables. Cassidy made sure to grab your favorite snacks and beverages for this special night. He made sure to cover you in small kisses all over. When in bed, he’ll tease you relentlessly thinking about all the memories y’all created over the years. If you’re feeling up for it, he is down to get a little naughty. (eyes emoji)

Tracer Tracer was running around her apartment trying to get ready with only 25 minutes left. She almost messed up trying to gel her hair like her usual everyday hair do. She set up her dinning table with a clean white cloth, had a candle light and set up the plates and silverware. She got done in ten minutes flat. Since Tracer had 15 minutes of just waiting she triple checked that everything was in order. She sat impatiently in her seat. You see, today was the day that Lena was going to propose to you, and she was sweating bullets. The poor girl was reciting everything in her head while other bad scenarios were happening. What if you rejected her? That’d ruin your anniversary and her proposal!! Lena was freaking out trying to shake off that nagging feeling of doubt. The doorbell brought her back to reality. This was it!

Brigette Oh boy, she’s actually surprised that time has flown by so fast with you by her side. Brigette had to make time in between helping Reinhardt and other every day functions. She rented out a whole amusement park so that you two can have an enjoyable experience. She made sure to take lots of photos of you on the anniversary date so that she can hang them up in her room.

Mercy “I got you some swiss chocolates! They’re good, try one!” Angela said as she presented you a medium sized box of chocolates. You know it was her personal favorite sweet treats, but it was a kind gesture. You happily sat next to her and enjoyed the box of chocolates while discussing her latest discoveries. The medic had been so busy with patients arriving almost everyday, she didn’t have a lot of time to prep for your shared anniversary. She felt guilty for not being able to give you what you deserved. “One last thing...” Angela said as she pulled out a small yellow envelope from her pocket. You opened it and inside was a small handkerchief, stitched in was a yellow heart. <3

Widowmaker It’s more like you surprised her with your shared anniversary. She kind of completely forgot. You gave her the usual bouquet of flowers and sweet snacks. Inside she was actually quite happy, but on the outside all she could do is scoff and turn away from you.

Hanzo  He planned it months in advanced what he wanted to do for your anniversary! He made sure there was nice weather, not too cold and not too hot outside. Hanzo wanted to have a peaceful dinner outside with you followed by a small anniversary cake of your favorite flavor. Hanzo goes for the more sentimental approach rather than the big in your face kind of parties. After dinner, cuddling and sweet kisses are a must!

#Overwatch #overwatch fanfic #overwatch headcanon #genji x reader #cole cassidy #cassidy x reader #tracer x reader #mercy x reader #widowmaker x reader #hanzo x reader #writing #love #anniversary #hanzo shima #widowmaker #mercy #x reader #overwatch imagine #fluff

[miaowitch]

HI

noticed ur ame theme and it reminded me of an idea I had a while ago.

Would you be able to write reader/oc x Cole Cassidy (self insert lol) who pretty much has ames personality just a bit more loser and awkward headcannons or drabble.

Sorry if I missed any rules that go against this okay I need to stop rambling before i rewrite the bible

HI <3 thank you for the request

i took the form of headcanons, gn! reader, no nsfw bc i needed to cleanse the blog real fast from all the nefarious content

Cole Cassidy / Social Loser!Reader

Cole isn’t the type to judge. He’s more of the type to try and test your limits.

Never pushing you too far, understanding that everyone has boundaries.

He still loves pressing your buttons, teasing and prodding at you till you snap at his comments. Only then does he apologize (while laughing) with a “I’m sorry, darlin’” Patting your head to mess up your hair. You pout, but you can’t be mad when he chuckles. 

Most people would assume that he’s “too cool” for you, but he would deny it every time.

You have a hard time speaking in public or to people in general? Cool, Cassidy will help out and speak for you. 

If someone were to call you out on those awkward tendencies or tell you it’s time to get over your own anxieties, they’ll have to deal with Cole. 

He doesn’t care, everyone has their own quirks and aspects to him. He loves his loser partner.

If you tried to be flirtatious (failing miserably), Cole would still get a kick out of it. Not finding it funny or unattractive; just loving you for being you.

I would say he adores your clinginess the most though. 

You’re almost obsessive with him? Tracking his shared location? That’s okay crazy, you can watch him go to the store. He doesn’t mind.

I think he wants a partner with spunk, one that won’t just give up on him or let go. He’s complicated and he loves someone attached to his hip.

One of his favorite things is showing you off, making people understand Why he’s equally obsessed with you. 

Even if you’re fumbling over your words, making a fool of yourself, he’s only looking at you like you're the only person in the room

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[owlwithanapple]

So Hot ya.

Part 01

Mauga x Y/N

You are a freelance writer. You often work from home, so you have never had a chance to go out for a holiday. Finally, one day you finished the manuscript. You remember that summer is a very suitable season for vacation at the seaside, and there are many water activities to play. So you searched for a good place for vacation on the computer and found a place called Samoa. It's just a place that suits your ideal. There are beaches and seaside. You can indulge yourself and have a good time, so you booked a flight to Samoa.

"Oh, my God! Finally! I can have a good holiday. That bastard temporarily shortened my submission deadline, causing me to work all night. Now that the work is done... It's time to take a bath!" You happily take off your clothes and go into the bathroom.

You turn on the warm water to fill the bathtub and then throw a rose-flavored bath ball into the bathtub. The whole bathroom is full of fragrant roses, and you slowly soak yourself in the bathtub and enjoy it.

"I have to wear a bikini when I play at the seaside. I must wear it boldly! I have a good figure, of course I want to show it! Since I'm going on vacation, of course I have to dress up." You said excitedly.

You left the bathtub, went to turn on the shower and wash the soap on your body. You take the bath towel and wipe your body clean, then put the bath towel around your body and leave the bathroom. After you dry your hair, you start applying skin care products after choosing a set of pajamas in the wardrobe. The inexplicable excitement of going on vacation, you quickly take out your suitcase and pack your things.

——————

On the day of departure~

Before departure——

You bought a cup of Americano at the airport, you went to the waiting room and waited for boarding.

"Great, I'm not late, otherwise I would have missed the flight." You sit and wait for the time.

At this time, the radio report said that customers going to Samoa could board the plane. You quickly got up and walked into the cabin.

"Miss, your seat is first class. Please follow me to your seat." The stewardess said.

"Thank you." You follow the stewardess to the seat.

15 minutes before the plane took off, you raised your feet and picked up the magazine and read it. When you see your work ranked first in the magazine, you laugh excitedly.

"Hey, hot girl, why are you laughing so happily?" A rough voice said.

"Ah? Hot girl? Where?" You are confused.

"Here." The voice said.

You turn your head, a big and strong man sits in the seat next door and looks at you. Tattoos, muscles and body shape highlight the man's wildness. You were shocked to see his wild hairstyle and muscles, and you couldn't help looking at it a few more times. At this time, the man also noticed you, and he laughed before you came to your senses.

"Hot girl, I'm inexplicably excited when you look at me like this." The man said flirtingly.

"Ah! Sorry! I was distracted for a moment. I shouldn't have stared at you like this. But are you calling me?" You asked.

"That's right! There are no other hot girls here. I'm just calling you." The man said with a smile.

"Oh, hahaha. Your mouth is so sweet, strong man." You flirted with him.

"Great! I have dressed myself well!" You think.

"But hot girl, you haven't told me why you laughed so happily?" The man asked.

"Ah! In fact, my work ranked first, so I laughed. " You answer with a smile.

"Wow, you're awesome. The sexy hot girl writer who ranked first." The man said with a flirty smile.

"Awhhh, thank you." You answer with a smile.

You noticed that he had a few fangs when he smiled, and with his wild image, you felt inexplicably hot and excited. At this time, you are thinking that if you have a vigorous passion with this man, it may be very fierce. You couldn't help peeking at him. You found that he was asleep and you almost laughed.

At this time, you heard the radio saying that the plane was about to take off, and you put away the magazine and sit still. After the plane took off, you looked at the scenery outside the window, and you were relieved that you could finally enjoy it. You closed your eyes and fell asleep.

Part 01 The End.

TO BE CONTINUED…🔥

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[overwatch-xoxo]

So ima simp for Zenyatta so bad- and I’ve been craving a certain side of him. The -ahem- yandere side of him. You don’t have to write a fic, but head cannons or a lil drabble on how you think he would be as a yandere would be much appreciated.

Nonnie, you are so valid! Receiving this ask got me really excited to write for this blog again, so I've been working hard on this. I've never (intentionally) written yandere before, so I hope I was able to do this idea justice for you. Enjoy!~

tw: emotional manipulation, stalking, possessiveness, obsession

it starts small. you catch zenyatta’s gaze lingering in your direction for an extra moment, just long enough that you notice, but brief enough that you dismiss it. perhaps it was all in your head. 

suspicion turns to butterflies as his interest in you becomes more pronounced. when he speaks to you, it’s in a gentle, even tone. he makes time to spend with you, often accompanying you for walks in gardens. he recites poetry and philosophical musings, and you can get lost in his lilting verse.

while zenyatta’s voice is soothing, his words are complex and often leave you feeling more dazed than comforted. you get the feeling he knows he’s talking circles around you. when you ask clarifying questions, he laughs, his chuckles light as blossoms on the air.

although zenyatta has a reputation for keeping a cool and effortlessly calm exterior, he struggles to keep himself that way around you. the prana, the life force energy that flows through his body and makes him alive, becomes overwhelmingly frenetic in your presence. he might shake or stutter. this feeling is especially exacerbated by even small inklings of jealousy or anxiety within him.

when it comes to himself, zenyatta also values inner peace and calm, devotion, honesty. he quickly finds that your presence interrupts that balance he has worked so hard to maintain. even when you are not around, his mind swirls with visions of you - your voice, your hair, your scent. 

above all, he seeks balance, and he knows one thing for certain: your very existence throws him off-kilter, for better or for worse. sometimes he feels devastatingly hopeless at the idea of you leaving him for something different, more suited to your lifestyle, and he’ll soothe himself with healing energies. and sometimes he buzzes so vibrantly with joy that you are in his life at all, and he’ll bring himself back to the plane of reality with discord and malaise. he occasionally excuses himself to center his feelings in this way. but as you grow closer and he falls deeper into his obsessive love, leaving your side only serves to worsen this imbalance.

when he finally confesses his feelings to you, his words spill out frenetically, as if he couldn’t keep this chaotic love inside his body for a moment longer. 

“I once followed the Iris, thinking it would be my salvation, the only path to enlightenment for my people. I now realize the error in my ways. I should have always been devoted to you.”

one day, in zenyatta’s personal meditation room, you come across a worn leather journal with your name lovingly embossed into the cover in omnic script. Intrigued, you thumb through it. every page spills with written word about you - thoughts, musings, meditations, poetry, even records of little things you said to him that had been mundane, benign. glancing at his tidy shelves, it dawns on you that this is only the most recent volume of several. the earliest journals date back to before you even remember being introduced.

at night, he spoons you protectively, pressing every inch of his body to yours, reciting ancient spiritual poetry until you are lulled to sleep. not needing to rest himself, he keeps watch over you until dawn, wondering the whole time how he is fortunate enough to have you. sometimes you wake with the taste of metal on your tongue, and the thought of his hands in your mouth shivers in your mind.

“i wish to surround myself with nothing but you. I meditate on the image of crawling inside you, of taking up all the space within you until I know you are mine, and I am yours.”

he is remarkably protective of you, and although his face shows little expression, when he is enraged, a ferocious glint appears in his eye. when you talk to another person, anyone he sees as a romantic or physical threat, he touches you gently on the small of your back, barely concealing his trembling.

it isn’t long before his protective impulses get the better of him, and he insists on being with you at all times like a bodyguard. sometimes his obsessive needs grow so strong that he might forbid you from leaving his room at the temple, where he can keep an eye on you and know you’re safe.

“i want to know you like I know myself. i will devote every moment i am granted to wrapping myself in your soul, in everything you are, until you have permeated every iota of my being so thoroughly, I can no longer tell where you end and I begin.”

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[nitewrighter]

Edible Flowers and Heartbreakers

Here is the BapWeaver date fic! Because I said I'd do it!!

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Baptiste looked up at the strangely fluid serif-font of La Brasserie Brassique's sign, then squinted through the restaurant's window, trying to get a better look at what everyone inside was wearing. It was one of those restaurants that had that carefully calculated rusticity and coziness, that was undercut by a waitstaff that moved with the clipped, furious discipline, grace, and speed that suggested a highly professionally competitive atmosphere.

Baptiste internally debated whether or not to keep his tie on for the next two minutes. 'Brasserie' suggested a casual dining experience, but then again all the terrifyingly fancy and avant-garde restaurants were always naming themselves ridiculously vague and minimalist names like 'The place' or '12' or 'Salt' or stuff like that. 

"You made it!" a buoyant, almost sing-songy voice behind Baptiste caused him to flinch to attention. He pivoted on his heel to see Niran.

Baptiste wasn't sure why he thought Niran would be any smaller without those big biolight petals constantly flanking him, the botanist architech still towered over him. He wondered if Vishkar forced its architechs to go through leg-lengthening surgeries to meet their high aesthetic standards—couldn't be any more invasive than taking one of their arms, right? Niran was dressed in his usual modified pha chung hang, but had swapped out his ivory-colored plunging neckline wrapped top for a less daring light blue tunic with delicate blooming trees embroidered in gold. The neural implants at the corners of his forehead were obscured by a more relaxed hairstyle, and a pale silken braid hung over one shoulder, tied off with a gold ribbon. A smile tugged at the corner of Baptiste's mouth as he wondered if this was Niran's attempt to appear more casual.

"Er--yeah, wasn't too hard to find," said Baptiste, adjusting his tie. Together, they both headed inside.

The interior of the restaurant was like a dark jewel in the evening light. The lights had turned on, but a little bit of twilight light made the multiple monstera and spider plant pots hanging above appear almost black. Their greenness was only barely maintained maintained by violet and warm yellow accent lights posted at strategic parts around the restaurant.

"Niran!" the hostess lit up from her little tablet pedestal and clasped her hands together, "You came!" Her eyes flicked over to Baptiste, "And... you brought someone!" The hesitance in her voice at this addition made Baptiste give Niran a short side-eye but Niran just beamed with that easy grace. "Tatienne, this is Baptiste. Baptiste, Tatienne."

"Charmed," said Baptiste, trying to match Niran's ease in the situation.

"We're here to take you up on that offer?" said Niran.

"R-right," Tatienne pushed a stray bit of hair back, maintaining composure, "This way, please."

Instinct made Baptiste want to request a table at the back, easy to keep an eye on the whole restaurant, constant eye on the entrance (and exit) and kitchen doors, but their table was located at a front window corner, cozy, decently lit, and frankly a little exposed for Baptiste's tastes. A mini holo-lantern projecting purple fractals like romanesco broccoli illuminated the center of their table. A waiter came by, set down their water glasses, ran through the usual spiel on the specials that night, and how the kitchen was willing to accommodate any allergies before setting their menus down in front of them and telling them to take their time and enjoy. Baptiste gave a glance over to Tatienne at her little podium and glanced back at Niran.

"...she likes you," Baptiste said, taking his seat.

"Mm?" Niran glanced up from the menu.

"The hostess. Come on, she took one look at me and it broke her heart!" Baptiste snorted.

"Wow," Niran scoff-laughed, "Come on, give her a bit more credit than that!"

"I'm giving you as much credit as necessary," said Baptiste, "So, what's the story?"

"There was a group that was insisting the restaurant needed insurance, and I stepped in on their behalf to say they were perfectly fine."

"So you're saying you fought off a protection racket that was threatening the restaurant."

"No! I mean--!" Niran's fingers curled in with a bit of helpless frustration, "It wasn't so vulgar."

"No, of course not," Baptiste sipped from his water glass, "You hold yourself to a professional standard."

"Anyway she asked if there was anything she could do to repay me and I knew it was notoriously difficult to get a reservation here, so I asked for a table for tonight, and she was all too delighted to elbow out some space for me."

Baptiste raised his eyebrows and pressed his leps together at Niran.

"Look, it's not like she would--" Niran was going on and then seemed to catch himself, clearly running the math of several social cues he may have missed in his recap of the events. "Oh," he said, and then "Oh..." a bit more concerned. He glanced over his shoulder at Tatienne at her little Maitre d' podium and his eyes flicked back to Baptiste.

"Do you think I should say someth--?" He shook his head, "A bit late for it now, isn't it?"

"A bit..." Baptiste conceded, "Heartbreaker."

"If I didn't know any better, I'd say you like the drama," said Niran, looking back at his menu.

"I like drama I'm not be the center of," Baptiste admitted.

"Are you sure you're not the center of it?" Niran asked coyly.

Baptiste just snorted and picked up his own menu. He scanned for a seafood section, turned the menu over to find only the wine and other drink selection, thought for a moment, and did his best to hide his immediate realization.

Brasserie Brassique. Brassicas. Broccoli. Cabbage. Kale. Duh. 

"...Of course it's plant-based," Baptiste chuckled over the menu.

"Is that a problem?" Niran gave a slight eyebrow waggle from behind his own menu.

"Not at all. Don't usually have the option, in my travels," Baptiste shrugged.

"Well, I'm glad your travels could bring you here," Niran said breezily, leaning back in his own seat.

"You make time in all your running from Vishkar to eat at fancy restaurants?" Baptiste, sipped at his water.

"Well.. 'stop and smell the roses' and all that," Niran was scanning his own menu.

"And...not to be crude but you're sure you're okay with treating?"

"Well, if you're sitting on a giant pile of mercenary gold and just happen to go for the cutely scuffed-up improvising globetrotter part, I won't say that's not incredibly attractive in a deeply wrong way," said Niran.

"I... am afraid the 'cutely scuffed up improvising globetrotter' aspect of my appeal is completely genuine," said Baptiste.

"Ah. Yes. Well, Mum sent me her latest, 'You're killing me, you're killing your mother, please don't starve' check, and I'm on good terms with the owners so--!" He gave a theatrical little hand flourish, "My treat."

Baptiste snorted. "Just how far do you plan on getting by on charm and people worrying about you alone?"

"It's gotten me pretty far as far as I can tell," Niran shrugged.

There was a shy little throat clearing next to them and they both glanced up to see the waiter with a small tablet.

"Are you ready to order?" asked the waiter.

"I'll have the radish cakes and endive," Niran handed his menu off to the waiter.

"And I'd like the portobello steak, please," said Baptiste, handing his menu off as well.

"Anything to drink?" the waiter asked.

Baptiste hesitated and wished he had taken a closer look at the cocktails menu, but Niran said, "We'd like the 2074 Côte du Rhone Guillard Collines Rosé--and if we could get both an ice bucket and a decanter that would be wonderful."

"I'll... see what we can do," said the waiter.

Niran immediately picked up on the curious way Baptiste was looking at him and explained, "There's a very specific equilibrium for that year and region. It's battery acid, otherwise."

"...right," said Baptiste.

"Trust me," said Niran.

"I do," said Baptiste.

Niran fidgeted with the end of his braid as a pause passed between them.

"So..." Baptiste started, "You've been traveling alone for a while, then?"

"Well... like I said earlier, you can get surprisingly far on charm and worry."

"What are your plans for taking on Vishkar?" Baptiste leaned back in his seat.

'To be honest, I thought more people would be turning on them at this point..." Niran murmured.

"2074 Côte du Rhone?" the waiter returned with the wine bottle in an ice bucket and stand in one arm and a decanter in the opposite hand. He looked a bit harried, like it had taken some negotiation to get both.

"Oh--lovely, thank you," said Niran as he set both down, "I can take it from here."

Niran was rapidly spiraling the wine around in the decanter when Baptiste spoke up again.

"I'm just asking because, it turns out the crew I'm running with is actively working against Vishkar," said Baptiste, watching Niran pour the swirled wine into glasses, "The approach isn't as organized as we'd like, but we'd be very interested in having more people with inside information with regards to combating them."

"Goodness," Niran tucked a stray bit of hair away from his temple, setting the decanter down, "And here I thought 'invite them to join your group of vigilantes' was reserved for the third date." He held a wine glass out to Baptiste.

"You like doing things your own way, I can respect that," Baptiste sniffed at his wine, "But there is safety in numbers, and I think we could use more people like you."

"'Like me' how?" 

"Builders. Scientists--"

"Healers?" Niran arched an eyebrow.

"Yes," Baptiste said a bit sheepishly.

"To builders, scientists, and healers then," Niran raised his glass.

"Builders, scientists, and healers," Baptiste clinked his glass against Niran's. They both sipped the wine. Baptiste had to admit that the seemingly contradictory practice of both chilling and decanting had brought out an unusual balance of both a refreshing and less acidic sip, and opening the palette's attention to the wine's more floral notes.

Of course it has floral notes, he thought, wryly.

"Listen," Niran's expression was apologetic as he set his own wine glass down, "I was happy to help you out for that one mission, but as you've already mentioned, I do like doing things my own way. I also have to admit... I'm not entirely convinced the new Overwatch has learned from the old one's mistakes."

"Such as...?"

"Over-reliance on combat to solve problems?" Niran arched an eyebrow.

"You seem to hold your own in combat pretty well, though."

"It doesn't mean I enjoy it," Niran sipped his wine, "It's like fire, only I can never be sure whether I'm letting something burn itself out, or if it's spreading somewhere I can't see."

Baptiste took his own, small, hard gulp of wine at this.

"Believe me, no one is more aware than me of how few options I have. Vishkar has already done everything in their power to paint me as a thief and charlatan," said Niran. The melody left his voice here, and Baptiste felt a twinge of pain. Niran was an aesthete, that was clear, and the way he laughed things off and insisted he had no shame suggested a surprising resilience, but Baptiste could also sense a soft heart in there as well, someone who only ever wanted to help the world seeing all of their efforts and all the good they had done be drowned out by a cultish corporation trying to save face and push a bottom line, "The world is desperate for heroes, but I don't know if that desperation is enough to make people forget about how Overwatch let them down before."

"You're not wrong there..." Baptiste stroked his chin thoughtfully "I had similar doubts. Vaswani, too.." 

Niran visibly perked up. "Come again?"

"Plus, to be fair, she only joined us because Vishkar had painted a target on her back for Talon," Baptiste went on.

"Vaswani as in Satya Vaswani?" Niran was leaning forward.

"And it could be very well that we're pissing off Talon even more by having her here," Baptiste mused.

"Satya Vaswani is in Overwatch."

"She's dug out a niche for herself," Baptiste said vaguely.

Niran's mouth quirked off to one side and his eyes narrowed. "I see what you're doing," he said, leaning back in his seat.

"Mm?" Baptiste was sipping his water.

"I think you should know, if my friends jump off a cliff, I don't jump off right after them," said Niran, raising his chin.

"No, you strike me as the first person jumping off," Baptiste smiled.

Niran gave him a shrewd look, then. Up until now, Niran's glances had had an almost overwhelming warmth to them, but here was the problem solver, here was the evaluator, here was the architech. 

"For what it's worth, I'm there, too--- it would be a lot easier to coordinate our next date. That is, unless, your plan is just to run into me by chance, again."

"...or you could join me," Niran mused.

"Now who's moving fast for the first date?"

"Well it seems to me you did pretty well for yourself with the whole 'globetrotting' thing," said Niran, "Maybe you'd be interested in something more... fluid."

"I thought--" Baptiste started but was cut off.

"Portobello and radish cakes?" The waiter had returned with a tray.

"Oh! Beautiful! Thank you," Niran exclaimed as pale radish cakes lazily resting on a bed of vividly purple endive leaves and garnished with nasturtium flowers, with a small hill of forbidden rice itself topped with a violet. Baptiste's own plate was arranged in the kind of typical 'steakhouse' arrangement, with the portobello flanked by a parsnip puree, a small green salad, and a cleverly hollowed out parsnip standing at attention and stuffed with minced maitake in a way reminiscent to the bone marrow in pot-au-feu. Baptiste cut into the portobello and took a bite. He kept his bites and cuts slow. He was used to just kind of stuffing his face to keep himself going, it was a rare treat to eat something that had clearly been so carefully prepared.

"Merci," Baptiste gave a nod to the waiter who briskly headed off. There was a brief minute and a half filled only with the careful muted scrapes of forks on plates and quiet 'Mm's.' Plant based or not, Baptiste hadn't had anything this nice in months, maybe years even. His eyes flicked across the table to Niran who was first trying everything out individually, following bites with wine or clearing his palette with water, then he was experimenting with different combinations of the rice and endive or radish. So much of the time with Overwatch, 'eating' was just jamming in the necessary calories to make it to the next mission. You had chatting and jokes and a certain degree of camaraderie, but the food wasn't nearly this good and most of the time there was a conscious knowledge of this mission or that bit of Watchpoint maintenance and what parts of his equipment needed calibrating before the next mission. He honestly couldn't recall the last time a meal had felt this intimate, had had this kind of emphasis on the sensory.

"You were saying...?" Niran goaded.

"I thought I was," Baptiste conceded, taking another bite, "But... you tend to figure out pretty quickly that the 'one man war' thing is more about you than it is about stopping whatever you're fighting against."

Niran considered this, glancing off and taking another slow sip of his wine. "And I take it you had intel that was valuable to them, as well?"

"I did," Baptiste huffed, "Look, the way I see it is this: When Overwatch was first formed in the Crisis, it was about pooling resources and cleaning up logistics because so much destruction was being done, there was no way for the traditional governmental and military channels to keep up with it and respond to it. All the buzz about 'heroes'--that was propaganda. It was necessary propaganda to keep people from panicking and keeping from further complicating relief efforts. But it was still effective. Hell, it made me want to join, as a kid. But the current Overwatch I think is a lot closer to that initial framework, they just aren't in a position to propagandize themselves, nor do they really want to because—I'm killing the vibe, aren't I?"

"A little," Niran sipped his wine and gave him a catlike smile, "How many people have you hit with the sales pitch?"

"You're the first, actually," Baptiste laughed a bit nervously.

"I'm shocked," said Niran, clearly not shocked.

"For what it's worth I did tell myself I was going to try to relax tonight," he paused, "But... I do also want to see you again, and I would prefer if you did not get murdered by Talon or captured and lobotomized by Vishkar before then, so..." 

"You really know how to charm a man, don't you?" said Niran.

"Well I don't see the point in pretending we don't live the lifestyle we do," Baptiste shrugged.

"It's good for getting under their skin," Niran leaned forward, "Nothing drives your enemies crazy like making them believe you don't think about them at all."

"I am not interested in making anyone crazier than they already are," Baptiste chuckled.

"Ooh—Toxic exes?" Niran set his wine glass down on the table.

"It's a bit more complicated than that," Baptiste sipped his own glass.

"Usually that means 'yes,'" Niran gave a slight raise of his eyebrows, "You know, I think I like not being the only heartbreaker on this date."

"You like drama?"

"Only in the nosy, obnoxious sense that most people like their drama. But... I do think you see more of people's true selves when everything's a bit off-kilter." 

"Well, if I was still making the sales pitch, this is where I'd say you'd like my team, then."

Niran scoff laughed before pushing his plate forward. "Here, have a bite of this."

"You sure?"

"That's the whole point of ordering different things at a restaurant. Which means I get to take some of yours."

Baptiste snorted. "Fine."

They exchanged bites, Baptiste carefully sectioning off a bit of radish cake and a small amount of the forbidden rice, the now-wilting endive that had lost a bit of its bitterness. It was complex, artful, and well balanced. He honestly preferred his own order since it was a bit more savory, but he could definitely see the appeal. But Niran grunted from the other side of the table.

"Dammit, you win," he muttered.

"It was a competition!?" Baptiste sputtered out a laugh.

"It's always a competition!" He huffed, "I hate the phrase 'portobello steak' it's fungus. Like fungi are miraculous on their own! Why jump through hoops to make them more meat-like!? And I hate that it's good."

"I think they just use the 'steak' phrasing to win the carnivores over," Baptiste snorted. "But I'd say they jumped through the right hoops if I won."

"Well if it won one carnivore over..." Niran smiled.

They ordered dessert, Niran tried to float the idea of lying to the waiter about it being Baptiste's birthday but Baptiste backed down. They talked more. They took turns taking bites from a coconut rice pudding brulée with a passionfruit reduction. Baptiste liked watching the bow of Niran's mouth as he nibbled on the mint leaf garnish. Niran talked about his siblings. His older sister who had more or less cut things off with him with the ultimatum of 'until he got his shit together', his younger brother who he was still in contact with whom he admitted he was probably a bad influence on. Baptiste didn't really have siblings to speak of, but he found himself talking a lot about Rosaline and the clinic.

"...I'd like to see it," Niran said, topping off both their glasses with the last dregs of wine from the decanter.

"What, the clinic? It's... not really impressive."

"It's not about 'impressive.' It means something to you," Niran was flushed at this point, "I always push the artist shit--the individualist shit--because I've disappointed so many people that the only standard I can really hold myself to is my own. But you have people. You have a community...." he stroked a finger along his eyebrow, "God, we're going to get back to the sales pitch, aren't we?"

"I wasn't going to say anything..." Baptiste felt a loose and easy warmth from the wine himself.

"...I just don't want to let more people down," Niran said quietly.

This sobered Baptiste somewhat. "Hey," he said "You... made something brilliant. So brilliant, in fact, there are lot of people who want you dead. And you believe in things--things bigger than what a lot of people want for you. And those two things together... that's lonely."

Niran made a short little "Hm" sound.

"I'm not going to push the sales pitch," Baptiste put both hands up, "But... I am going to say, you should be around people who care as much as you do. If that's not with my team, that's fine. But I do think you should look for it."

"...but your team has Satya," the wine was clearly hitting Niran at this point.

"My team does indeed have Satya," Baptiste confirmed, watching Niran drain the last of his glass. He knocked his own back in solidarity.

"I need to annoy her again," Niran was glancing off.

"Don't worry, I assure you, we all annoy her plenty."

"Well that I just might make time in my busy schedule to see," said Niran, "To make sure you're all doing it right, of course."

"Of course," said Baptiste.

True to his word, Niran covered the bill, but Baptiste insisted on the tip. There was a brief, less-than-sober apology to Tatienne over any misunderstanding considering the dinner, and she was absolutely saintly through it (and likely just desperate to end her shift at that point). Baptiste and Niran walked together through the city streets in a kind of easy silence, both suspended in that moment when the night was still full of promise and just as easily carried the potential for disaster.

We could go dancing, Baptiste wanted to say, And drink more, and maybe there would be some drama with someone else drunk at the club and one of us would end up crying and then neither of us would want to really text the other back after that mess.

We could sneak into a gallery showing, Niran wanted to say, And ask each other which is our favorite, and watch what is basically a weird bloodstained striptease behind a white tarp while someone sobs and rants in Spanish and clap bewilderedly and then steal a whole bottle of champagne, and run off to a park, and watch the sun rise like in that old movie and then become confronted with the horror that is our continued presence in the morning.

But instead they both ambled to the edge of the harbor and looked out, listening to the dark rush of the waves below.

"This is... my pickup point," Baptiste said, as he leaned against the guardrail, "If you want you could stick around, catch a ride, I'm sure Oxton would be happy to drop you off anywhere. Or you could..."

"...Come back to your place?" Niran arched an eyebrow.

"Maybe I could continue the sales pitch," Baptiste shrugged.

"I say this to a lot of salesmen, but I mean it this time: You've given me a lot to think about," said Niran. He paused, "And..." he seemed like he was about to say something more, but he just forced a chuckle. "Yeah. A lot to think about."

The lap of waves was suddenly drowned out by a resonant 'vmmmmm' and both of them looked out over the water to see the Overwatch dropship approaching. Baptiste and Niran looked back at each other.

"Punctual bunch, aren't you?" Niran was smiling, but his brow was crinkled.

"Yeah..." Baptiste's voice trailed away from him and he looked back at Niran. They had to say goodbye now, and despite years of basically earning a blackbelt in avoiding discomfort, he had no idea how to do it.

Hug? Kiss? For the love of god, Baptiste do not shake his hand-- his mind was a fog of indecision but Niran stooped and gently kissed his temple and brushed some fingers behind his ear. 

"Don't be a stranger, Augustin, hm?" his fingers trailed down the side of Baptiste's jawline.

"I was about to say the same thing," said Baptiste.

"No you weren't," said Niran.

"Well I am now," said Baptiste.

And with that, he ascended into the dropship.

Niran was just a shrinking little spot of blue and ivory and gold below as the dropship pulled away. Baptiste slumped his head back into the dropship seat with a huff.

"Y'know... if you two wanted to get a hotel, you only needed to send a text--"

"It's not that simple--" Baptiste cut her off but then caught himself. He craned his neck to catch Tracer in the dropship's rearview mirror. "I don't--You didn't let me do this because you wanted to recruit him, right?"

"No!" Tracer said on reflex, "I mean, would we want him on the team? Sure! But... it's about you, Baptiste. I'm just glad you took a whole bloody night for yourself, really!"

There was a pause between them.

"You didn't try to recruit him, did y--?" Tracer started.

"I wasn't thinking about the team! He just seems to be doing this hippie thing and I don't want to worry about him!" Baptiste blurted out.

Tracer snorted. "You're adorable."

Baptiste just scoffed and rolled his eyes.

"Oi--what's that on your ear?" Tracer's head swung around from the pilot's seat.

"Eh--?" Baptiste felt at his ear, his fingers touched on a slightly smooth and warm mass, and he pulled away a pale pink orchid of biolight that had been perched upon his ear. He blinked a few times and then flinched as the orchid dissolved into a tesselation of pink-white sparkles.

"Wow..." Tracer said a bit breathlessly, "You realize you can't not call him back now, right?"

"I wasn't going to not call him back!" said Baptiste, frustrated.

"Good to know," said Tracer, settling into the pilot's seat, "Wouldn't want you to be a heartbreaker, would we?"

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Art by @renelie

A lovely family photo of the Rutledge-Fawkes family from my fanfiction series Perfectly Imperfect

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