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lady-of-endless · 1 year

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“Flashbacks and Height Differences” (Ramattra x Reader)

Author's Note: I've never written anything so fast. Also, got a lot more other fic ideas (that don't include a hurt reader, sorry about that pattern). Thank you all for the feedback the other fic got, I wasn't expecting it. As usual, excuse any grammar errors.

Word Count: 1302

Tags: light angst; fluff; a not so subtle confession; they are stubborn and in love, your honor;

Zazen is an ancient technique of meditation in which no matter the emotion one feels, no matter how strong or violent, one remains motionless. The discipline is in continuing to sit still. Ramattra tried that one too, among all the other techniques he knew, with no clarification.

He sat on the ground of a rooftop terrace for meditation in Nepal, at the monastery his brother served. His staff was laid on his crossed legs and its dark orb slowly floated above the same way the incense fume moved through the air. His thoughts were still unbearable, no matter what he did.

In the distance, soft steps were heard, he knew that walking pattern and you knew where to find him.

Ramattra sensed your presence entering the terrace but did not react when the supposed meditation state was disturbed.

You took a seat next to him, mimicking his posture and closing your eyes without saying a word.

An omnic and a human, meditating side by side underneath a night sky. Who was out of place? The truth is that you two became a pair for the monks there, seeing you so often together. Even Zenyatta hummed in contentment when he silently passed by that scene.

From time to time you opened your eyes to look at Ramattra with your peripheral sight. The other times, he would do the same, carefully turning his head inches to you, black cables sliding on his shoulder. Seeing you next to him only worsened the growing murmur of the thoughts he tried so hard to discard. You also knew something was off but waited patiently. A long sight coming from him announced that something was going to almost be said.

"I was not expecting that level of irrationality from you." He taunted in a clear voice. "When all of the facts and odds were against your chance and you knew that." Ramattra's indignation grew stronger and it could be heard.

You kept your eyes closed for a while, taking in his reaction, understanding for how long he kept it to himself. To be exact, for almost a month, when something went incredibly wrong.

The decision to assist Ramattra in his daily duties was taken by you with warm excitement. Being busy with the thought that your presence was pleasant, he did not expect an attack from some other humans. All Junkers, with a burning desire to tear his pieces off, not knowing who he was. They were many but not a number you two could not handle.

"How could you hurt one of yours?" He growled in disbelief and anger.

You moved quickly intending to guard Ramattra's back. The gesture was unfortunately realized by the Junkers who have become revolted by the idea of shielding one of those sinister omnics. In the blink of an eye, you could block a hit that targeted Ramattra.

The blow was tougher than you expected, knocking you down in an instant. Everyone froze when the omnic turned around to see his...cherished one, knocked out. The tension grew stronger with each of his heavy breaths.

Before losing touch with everything, you could only catch a glimpse of Ramattra. His posture was not straight anymore, his free hand was clenched into a fist, and the orb from his staff ignited with dark outrage. That was how you knew, the Junkers should have been frightened.

Before unleashing his retribution and turning into his nemesis form, he looked closely at each of their faces. He saw so many humans but no humanity.

Ramattra could not recall the payback that well, what he remembered in detail was what followed. Kneeling and pulling your body in his secure arms to check your vitals, an old and blurred flashback of him holding an injured dear omnic friend, hit him with full force. He was holding you the same way he held one of his people.

Zenyatta could also remember that day, especially the sheer panic of his brother when his larger form stormed inside the monastery calling for him in a strangled tone he did not hear from his brother before.

Ramattra's found family was all gone, the only one remaining was Zenyatta, and even without knowing whatever you were to him. He could not let you go yet.

"Don't you dare leave my side." He whispered close to your face before letting you into his brother's care.

As the rush of memories disappeared from both of you, Ramattra stood up now, the night breeze moving the ends of his scarf behind him.

"Answer me!" He demanded, striking the ground with his staff. "Why would you put yourself at risk for me?" His words echoed through the place made for quietness.

At his impatience, you finally opened your eyes to look at him.

"The same reason as yours." You explained cautiously, slowly getting up to face him from a distance.

"That was not an answer. A reason for what precisely?" His patience, calmness, and composure were all gone. "You do not get to try to protect me and not tell me why!" He moved swiftly towards you.

Your arm got caught and your body roughly pulled against his.

In your eyes, Ramattra was always a stunning sight, but from up close it was breathtaking. The height difference forced you to tilt your head up. Tiny superficial scars decorated his white faceplate here and there, holding stories, tragedies. Metallic ribcage moving almost in sync with your chest when breathing. His seemingly exposed omnic eyes gleamed from underneath the solid mask.

The coldness of the metal against your warm skin was a reminder that he was still holding you. Ramattra rarely moved absent-mindedly, so holding you for longer was an honest intention.

You looked at each other for a little too long.

"I do not get to do that?" You repeated his words. "As I don't get to dare to leave your side?" Ramattra was stunned by his own words coming from your mouth. "Why did you stay by my bedside every day when I was hurt?" You finally asked, turning the tables. "Tell me, Ramattra."

The omnic hesitated, taking a step back, something you never saw him do.

After the attack, you spent a couple of days in bed there, in Nepal, under Zenyatta's art of healing. Every day or even at night, when you opened your eyes weakly for seconds, all you could see was Zenyatta's healing orb floating above your head and Ramattra next to you. He was always in the same spot, either fixing something from his components either meditating, or waiting (no one could tell between the last two).

At first, there was anger, because of you, him, the Junkers, the way he fell for someone he was not supposed to, and the fact that his source of tranquility has become you. Understanding that there was no other outlet for his thoughts and feelings, Ramattra had to confess.

Not knowing how to say it, he did another action you never expected him to do. He bent one knee before you, not breaking eye contact. For what he wanted to say, for once, he wanted your height differences to be reversed. Your hands instinctively cupped his face. Ramattra did not push you away or pull himself away.

He was defeated, yet it did not feel pride-crushing or tense. Ramattra could feel peace again, little by little, in time.

"The most dangerous thing is to have someone worth losing." He finally confessed in a heavy tone.

You looked at him with tenderness, sharing his emotions from long before.

"Then, we will look after each other." You said, letting him get up but grasping his hand.

He nodded once before making a promise to himself and you.

"Then, we will fight for each other."

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yanderes-galore · 6 months

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If ya want I can add a scenario for this if you need any ideas! Yandaze prompts for Zenyatta: 42, 73, 52 - dredge anon >:)

Sure! I hope you like the plot I had in mind... he's a much calmer yandere than most.

Prompts found here

Yandere! Zenyatta Prompts 42, 73, 52

"Don't struggle. This is for the best."

"Holding you like this, having you with me, is pure bliss."

"My eyes will always be on you."

Pairing: Romantic/Platonic

Possible Trigger Warnings: Gender-Neutral Darling, Obsession, Overprotective behavior, Darling has some trauma/mental health issues implied/briefly mentioned, Dubious isolation, Manipulation, Dubious relationship/companionship.

Zenyatta had met you by what he feels is fate. You had went out searching for him and his teachings. When he met you... you had such am unhealthy mind.

You came to him in search of peace. Inner peace. Peace that Zenyatta was willing to offer in the form of talk and comfort.

Zenyatta became the Omnic monk you often talked to. It got to the point where you rarely left his side. You felt at home with him, often away from others to allow you to put together your thoughts.

Zenyatta felt attached to you because he began to form a connection with you. He saw how you were without him... lost. The longer he's around you the more he feels a certain love towards you.

To him, his adoration doesn't feel possessive or toxic in the slightest. You may not even sense anything like that either. Zenyatta is too... warm and welcoming to appear threatening to you.

For the most part... he's fine to be around.

You visit him and allow him to show you compassion. He often acts as a source of therapy for you. When you feel you need it... Zenyatta offers to hold you close while giving advice.

You're so blinded by his warmth and compassion you don't realize the more sinister side of things.

Zenyatta begins to feel you'll be happier with him. You come to him all the time to heal your inner pain and discord, yes? Then he feels you need him...

So why when he keeps you in an isolated home do you fight his comfort?

"Don't struggle. This is for the best."

Zenyatta's voice is calm and even. It's still soothing even when he tries to calm your panicked movements. You don't like the idea of being trapped.

"Why are you keeping me here?" You ask shakily. "What do you mean it's for the best!?"

"Here, I can properly heal you. I only wish to show you the love I hold for you. Didn't you express a wish to be away from the ones who wish to use you?" Zenyatta asks, holding out a cold metal hand to caress your face. "Please, sit and relax with me."

"I don't want to be locked away like this-" You worry aloud, looking at the monk sadly. Zenyatta appears displeased by your fear. He only wishes to help.

"I only wish to make this place your sanctuary." Zenyatta explains in a calm tone. You feel him slip an orb on you to keep you calm, the energies seeping into your mind. "My eyes will always be on you here, I promise I'll only heal you and never hurt you."

"... will you ever let me leave?" You ask quietly.

"Of course, when you are healed and able to be out on your own, I will let you leave." Zenyatta agrees, beckoning you closer. "For now, you have a lot to learn. Please, sit with me."

By sit with him you find Zenyatta pulling you onto his lap. The orb he's given you makes you feel warm inside... allowing you to relax in Zenyatta's grasp. Maybe he's right... all he wants it to heal you.

Maybe you should just trust him and rely on him... all until you're better... because he cares for you.

"Holding you like this, having you with me, is pure bliss." Zenyatta praises, holding you closer to him on his lap. Here... you really do feel at peace. You begin to wonder why you even bothered fighting him.

Or maybe that's just the orb?

Maybe you don't want to leave here anyways... it feels so safe and comfortable...

Which to Zenyatta is a good thing...

As he doesn't plan on letting you go despite his previous words.

#yandere overwatch #yandere zenyatta #yandere overwatch x reader #yandere zenyatta x reader

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ya-zz · 7 months

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hiya! :-)

can i request a rammattra, zenyatta, or genji (whoever you think fits best) x gn reader who's a cyborg with a gothic little balljoint porcelain doll appearence? maybe a little edward scissorhands-y in their mannerisms and personality (doesn't really talk much, curious and full of wonder about the most mundane things, a bit socially tone deaf, and usually seen as a creepy weirdo despite in reality being more akin to a batty puppy dog overall)?

also optional bonus heavy angst idea you don't have to include: reader admitting that they didn't actually want to be a cyborg when they technically died naturally of a chronic illness, but their ex brought them back from the brink of death against their expressed wishes and now reader has episodes where they have to grapple with the fact they're still alive and how different their body is now.

totally alright if this is too much and no worries if you don't wanna write it! i hope you have a swell day! :-D

Hooo boy, this one took a lil longer to get to, work be testing me at the moment, but anyway- I broke it up into small pieces for each character, hope that's okay!

Everything is under the cut and they all have varying word counts. The first section is the same for each, it's bold and italic.

Ramattra

Your appearance was something neither three had ever seen before. They stared at you with a mix of emotions. Mainly awe and curiosity. Omnics had their defaulted looks, they all did. Each series a different kind but the same look, but you… You were unique.

Zenyatta and Genji were talking, Ramattra sitting by his brothers side trying to ignore the ninja’s ramblings. It was supposed to be a meditation session, but of course, the ninja had other ideas and proceeded to gloat about his renewed and blossoming relationship with his brother. When you stumbled upon the three, looking helpless like a lost puppy, they averted their attention to you.

Genji was the first to make a noise, a sound of surprise as his eyes widened while he looked you up and down. Zenyatta and Ramattra stayed silent, their orbs the only other sound in the room. When your voice broke through the awkwardness, the three men stand.

“I don’t suppose you could help me find my way to the garden?” You asked, voice a little shaky and staticky.

Ramattra stepped forward, offering a hand.

“I will escort you.” He bowed his head slightly before bidding Zenyatta and his pet human goodbye and leaving the room with you following behind.

The silence was comfortable yet Ramattra couldn’t help but wonder about you.

“You are different from the others.” He states, not deterring from the path nor his speed.

There was a hum in response and the omnic looks down at you. He notices you’re looking forward, seemingly in your own world as you walk beside him.

“Do you have a name?” He asks.

He’s met with silence.

Ramattra silently sighs. Not one for conversation, huh?

Instead of talking, he looks over you once more. The model make and number appears in his HUD, a rare and unique model and quite expensive too. One would be lucky to even afford such a delicate piece of equipment.

He’s curious, and rightly so. Who and why? A ball-jointed omnic, no, you seem too human to be an omnic. You’re an anomaly Ramattra can’t wrap his system around. He goes back to his initial thinking; a ball-jointed omnic is wandering about the area, you look like a doll. A fully functioning toy doll. A kid would love to grasp and pull at you if it had the chance.

He thinks for a moment. A collectors toy, that is what you look like. The larger omnic looks back over at you and it makes more sense to him, but he doesn’t speak out loud. You look like a doll that should be sitting on a shelf, encased with glass, one for people to look at.

“You keep staring at me.”

Ramattra shifts, looking forward again. “My apologies. I am merely curious about you.”

“You wouldn’t be the first.”

“I will not be the last, it seems.” He huffs, looking out of the window as you both pass it.

“No, you won’t be.”

“Are you always this…”

“This, what? Straight? Yes.”

“I see.” Ramattra feels the tension in the air and stays silent. He pushed the wrong way and made you uncomfortable, but he dismisses the feeling as he pushes forward and opens the door towards the garden. “Here you go.”

It’s like a switch had flipped instantly, your mood heightens as you practically run past him and out into the community garden. With the sun beaming down onto your arms, your face warming up, it felt like a dream. It had been too long since you had seen natural beauty and after hearing that this was the place to see it, you made your way here.

Ramattra watches on, catching you staring at the bark on the trees, hands gently touching the ridges, feeling the coarse and damp wood. It had been raining two hours prior, the soil beneath your feet still soggy as your feet sunk into the dirt. There wasn’t a care in the world at that moment and Ramattra felt himself admiring the kid like excitement within you.

Hey stays by the door, arms crossed over his chest as he keeps an eye on you. Hands playing with the leaves upon the tree, gently fingers grazing the flower petals. Knees and feet caked in mud, joints becoming sticky and grinding against each other, but you did not care.

This… This is what you came here to do. To be free, to study… To be yourself.

Genji

“I don’t suppose you could help me find my way to the garden?” You asked, voice a little shaky and staticky.

Genji did not hesitate at all as he practically jumped towards you.

“I’ll go with you! Come on!” His arm wrapped around your shoulders while he escorted you out of the room and down the hallway. “So, what made you come here?” His voice was sweet and excited. You didn’t know why, but it felt comfortable.

“I heard there was natural beauty here.”

“Ah! The garden!” Genji exclaimed. “Yes! We would usually meditate outside but it is raining. Perhaps the rain has finally let up.”

“You were meditating?”

“We were. Well, Zenyatta and Ramattra were, but I had news I wanted to share with my master.”

“Your ‘master’?”

Genji nods as he walks alongside you. “Zenyatta. After a life changing altercation with my brother, Zenyatta practically took me in and guided me on the right path.”

“You’re talking about your appearance?”

Genji nods once again and perhaps thats where it clicked with him. He felt drawn to you because you were similar to him. He could feel it. “My brother tried to kill me. Family issues and such, I won’t bore you with the details.”

You shake your head. “I was the same. Not with family, but my lover. I was on deaths door, chronic illness, I wanted to die, but he had other plans… And here I am now.”

“Did it take awhile to get used to it? It did for me.” Genji softens his voice, tone apologetic.

“Yes. I felt numb. My mind was there, but feeling wasn’t. I screamed, cried, shouted, anything, you name it. I didn’t ask for this.”

“Nobody would ask for this. They should’ve respected your wishes.” His hand rests on your back, just below your neck, resting between where your shoulder blades would be. “I am sorry to bring it back up.”

“Don’t apologise, you didn’t know.”

There was a comforting silence as the pair of you walked through the hallway before Genji stopped beside a door. He heard the rain outside, but pushed the door open, letting the wind hit you.

“You don’t have to go-” Before he even finished his sentence, you were already passed him, outside in the rain. Arms outstretched, face looking up, it’s like you had never been in the rain before. Genji chuckled, hiding under the shelter as he watched on.

The ninja watched on, his eyes not leaving your body as you’d wander the garden in the rain. For once, Genji felt comfortable being around another person, someone who was just like him. Through pain and trauma, he hopes to get close to you, to know more about you, your insecurities, flaws, what makes you, you.

He watched as you knelt down in the mud, fingers gliding over rose petals before picking up a snail that had been passing by. He chuckled once more when he watches you place it on a nearby leaf.

Time would only tell how these two would get along, but Genji hopes the feelings will become mutual in time.

Zenyatta

“I don’t suppose you could help me find my way to the garden?” You asked, voice a little shaky and staticky.

He approached you almost silently, feet tapping gently on the ground before he extends his hand.

“I will escort you. Follow me.” His voice was fluid for an omnic, which was soothing to your ears. Once the pair of you had left the room, just overhearing Ramattra telling Genji to shut up, Zenyatta chuckles and guides you through the halls.

“Do not mind those two.” He states, moving his hand as he speaks. “They have been at it like children since Genji got here.”

He hears the hum of response and takes a moment to look over you. Zenyatta’s model wasn’t as advanced as Ramattra’s, but he could do the basic scanning of people, but you… were not entirely human.

“You are quite similar to Genji.”

“Which one is he?”

“The less omnic looking one. The one who sat to the left of me.” He chuckles.

“Oh, him.” There was a short pause. “How so?”

“You have mechanics within your body. You are not entirely human, are you?” He asks, head cocking to the side.

“No.”

“I see. I will not press, I am here to talk if you want to.” He offers, tone laced with a comforting frequency that began settling the anxiousness within you. The monk pauses for a moment before continuing. “Are you here for a reason? We do not get many guests.”

“Nature. I heard stories form the village.”

“Ah. Our garden. Yes. It is quite magnificent. Well cared for too.” He hums, nodding his head. “We have gardeners and groundskeepers in there at all hours of the day. Perhaps you may make a few friends.”

There was a friendliness in his voice as he kept speaking. While he was doing so, his systems were wondering what had happened to you for you to be like this. The porcelaine like features of your body intrigued him, the ball-jointed appearance made you look like a doll, and while not something he had seen before, he wanted to know more.

His thoughts stopped when they arrived at the archway, the garden just outside. He went to speak but you had already vanished into the greenery. The gardeners watched on, the groundskeepers laughing as they watched this human-omnic wander into the flower beds and bushes.

Zenyatta sat down on a nearby bench, keeping a close eye on you. He was in complete awe of you and his systems began to work through any and all possible outcome to his feelings. He was curious, much like were in this moment.

You examined the bugs under the rocks, picking them up to get a closer look before placing them back down into the dirt. With the sun on your face, it felt like a surreal dream, one you never wanted to wake from.

The omnic monk kept his gaze within your direction, chuckling to himself as the minutes passed by. Perhaps another familiar face wouldn’t be unwelcome here…

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sshadowritestoriess · 1 year

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i love your blog!! your writing has such a nice tone to it... do you think i could request zenyatta realizing he has feelings for a human, similar to the ramattra one? thanks so much if you do!! have a nice day!!

That’s so kind, thank you! I can absolutely try this ^^

Zenyatta Realizing his Feelings

Unlike his omnic brother, Zenyatta is very in-tune with his feelings and emotions. He is shameless in regard to how he feels and takes care in the ways he expresses and deals with them

And that’s what makes him so level-headed, being so understanding with himself— and certainly far more than most. Taking time to process the going-ons of his mind has become a second nature.

When he first met you, likely introduced by Genji, there was practically an immediate recognition for potential after sharing a couple conversations. This did not change how he approached you, speaking with you as he would anyone else.

But he did grow fond of you very quickly, seeking a friendship that you were more than happy to reciprocate

Hanging out with him felt very natural, almost as if you’d known one another for years. He had a very patient interest in the things you liked to talk about, show him, or even take him to

There’s something angelic in the way he laughs, which he found himself doing quite often when he would do things with you. To others, it was strange seeing him so easily amused— but you didn’t know any better.

He wouldn’t push to spend time with you too often, however. He enjoyed your presence as well as your absence— he liked missing you, if only for a short while, waiting to see if you would come to him sometimes (and he wouldn’t be hurt if you didn’t, he knew you still cared for him even if you never initiated)

But he would know pretty quickly that he has an interest in you, and he’d allow these feelings to brew inside him for a while before ever acting on them

Zenyatta would know for certain he had more than a simple crush when you had once hugged him unprompted, and without asking. A pleasant surprise, and there was a tickle in his chest that brought out a quiet laugh as he embraces you tightly

He’d be floating a bit higher than usual, elated at your display of affection

The overwhelming thought of dragging you into his arms and lap and floating off into the stars was clearly a huge sign, and he had to calm his impulses before he tried.

That would probably be the first time he actually missed what you said, so distracted by his own thoughts that he would politely ask you to repeat yourself (happily able to disguise his embarrassment, if not for the lack of an expressive face)

If he were to develop inappropriate thoughts about you, they would be quite shallow. This sort of thing would likely only occur while you were with him, somewhere private, that he might entertain the thought for a moment during a pause in conversation— but it would quickly go dismissed

Any hungrier imaginations would more than likely be your deliberate doing. But even if that would be sending a particularly revealing selfie, simply being curious enough to ask about omnic intimacies, or maybe being bold enough to sit in his lap— facing him— while he meditates, you’d never actually know what was going on in his head without asking

He was a master at keeping up his calm persona. But internally, he would be frantic at his own unholiness, expending far too much of his concentration to remain at ease that his orbs of harmony would begin faltering in their circle around him

He might have had to excuse himself, just once. Boners weren’t typically a visual problem for omnics, protected by a modesty panel, but it would be uncomfortable nonetheless

He’d mutter his apologies to you as he takes care of himself, even though you would not be present. He didn’t necessarily believe it wrong to indulge in such thoughts about someone, but there was a kind of guilt there anyways

Ending up in that kind of state would be quite rare for Zenyatta, anyhow. He had the utmost patience, and would attempt pursue you when he felt he was ready (and if you demonstrated comfortability with this sort of thing)

But if you try to woo him first, you’d find your beloved monk incredibly bashful toward your attempts, and he’d do everything he can to make sure he was meeting you halfway

#Zenyatta #overwatch #reader insert #headcanons #fluff #smut #Zenyatta x reader #tekhartha Zenyatta #overwatch2

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theunspeakablehorror · 3 months

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Zenyatta x Trans Reader (ftm)

2600 words I wrote this as a gift for @techromancer1179. We love his hands

Mainly fluff and smut a little comfort 🔞

Zenyatta comed through the various emotional states radiating from people in the room only to see that your mental state needed his intervention.

Around the mountain of blankets you had turned into zenyatta leaned in to place a tea set where your head would have been. You grunt in response and stick an arm out of your cocoon to pull in your treasures.

“Sit up Dear. The tea will help.” Zenyatta said, gently bringing your shoulders off the table and readjusting your blankets to ensure maximum heat retention.

You gave him a groggy ‘thank you’ as he returned to cooking on the stove whilst you held the teacup in hand taking careful sips of the hot drink.

While he cannot taste the food, Zen has a sizable repertoire of dishes he can prepare. With your condition in mind, he opts for a simple slice of toast with an egg and two bacon slices.

Placing it down in front of you, you begin to ravage the sandwich like you hadn't eaten in the last 8 hours or the 10 before that. How long had you been working?

You had been in overtime hell as WP:Gibraltar struggled to resume full functionality with less than 100 agents, most of whom were in the field or too exhausted from their last deployment to help.

Zen’s orb of harmony spun to your shoulder as he turned to place another toasted sandwich on the counter. The bulk of the aching and discomfort seemed to wash off like you were in a steam bath. Still not in top shape but at least you looked less like a blanket zombie and more alive.

You stood up briefly to tap your forehead to his as a gesture of a kiss and felt the small current he sent through it and you gave a pleased hum in response.

Genji soon arrived to eat the other plate of prepared food although less ravenously than you had. You could hear them discuss something between them and watch the transfer of a black plastic bag from genji to zenyatta.

You were curious as to the bags contents, but knowing them, it is probably incense sticks or something to improve their meditation space.

Speaking of meditation space, zenyatta offered a hand to guide you along the pathways. The day’s spot was set among hyacinths and lavender buds.

You begin your exercises. Quieting the outside world, relaxing your limbs, and positioning yourself.

Zenyatta sat in the middle with you and Genji on either side of him facing him with a gap between you.

Meditation did well in calming the mind but your body still aches from the excess labor. You were about to go take the hottest steam bath of your life when Zenyatta stopped you with a quick gesture to move towards him.

“I see you are still under physical stress” he begins “I believe I can help with your ailment,” cocking his head slightly while holding that black bag Genji brought him.

You had been dating for a while and yet Zenyatta never seems to initiate sexual encounters. But if the black bag and his subsequent gesture to his room was anything like you thought it might be, Zenyatta has a plan in store for the night's activities.

“That would be greatly appreciated” you groaned as the two of you walked the length of the hall to his room. The room was dimly lit with candles and a table. correction. a massage table was in the center surrounded by incense and oils, now added to with the contents of the black bag.

“You deserve to take a break” he soothed, sliding behind you and reaching his arms around your neck. You sighed at the weight but his metal is always much warmer than you remember.

But, a body-heater was not in Zenyatta's plan. He gently guided you to the edge of the table and pulled his faceplate up and to the side of your face, whispering “I can go as far as you want and get into the muscles you need. Anywhere. Just ask.”

You stared with a dusting of blush at the omnic in front of you who just gave you a free ticket for anything between a normal massage and sensual touching to full on passionate sex.

You were broken out of your trance when Zen stepped into the bathroom and asked you to get undressed to your comfort level. You were debating covering your chest but you had already talked to him in great detail about your gender and held great trust in him. Underwear stays on. You were not sure that Zenyatta knew you did not have a penis. Maybe he had a preference for either. Maybe he wouldn't like you with a vagina. Negative thoughts started to cloud your head and as if on cue Zenyatta gently knocked on the door, “are you alright? I can perform a massage with clothes if you would prefer”

“NO! no. I’m ok. Just--lost in thought for a moment. I’m ready” you replied as though you weren't just on the verge of tears. When you stepped out, Zenyatta had pulled the sheet back and gestured for you to lay face down underneath, though he had turned his head to look away. For now it seemed he would go the traditional massage route, though his face rarely gave away his expressions.

The massage was exactly what you needed as Zenyatta expertly worked through your back that had been bent over various computers and storage boxes for weeks along with your feet which you had been forced to stand on for long stretches that your inserts were not helping with.

You were so lost in the feeling of relaxation that it was now time to flip over. Zenyatta helped with the sheet and helped you shuffle down onto the bed.

“It is not standard to massage the dorsal abdomen. Would you like me to?” He asked, hanging his head upside down over yours. His ministrations on your back had certainly welcomed the idea of a repeat exercise, but Zenyatta had never actually seen your top scars before. What if he didn't like them or he thought less of you.

You tip your head back more to get a better eye to eye look and manage to crack out “Are you sure you don't mind?

He stared at you for a time in silence before you piped up to clarify “My scars from top surgery and I never got bottom surgery so if you think it's gross or weird or something we…we can just leave it here.” You started to cry, digging up all your negative emotions about your body and how you could never be loved. Especially by someone like Zenyatta. Who were you to even touch him?

You startle slightly as his thumbs ghost over your scars in a long, gentle stroke outwards. The metal has warmed up significantly since he began, but you still groaned at the slight touch.

“Dearest,” he began, breaking the silence, “you are beautiful.” His hands trailed upwards to cup your face. “You are incredible and your scars are proof of your strength. Of your resolve.” Tears began to well up and he moved to wipe them away. “I treasure you. Regardless of your physical appearance.”

One hand remained on your face, catching stray tears while the other moved to stroke languidly through your hair. After some time you pulled yourself up to sit, with your legs dangling off the side, and wrapped your arms around his neck, pulling him tightly to your chest.

He hummed appreciatively and reciprocated the hug, rubbing large circles into your back. His hands trailed down your arms to hold your own as he pulled away. “We do not decide the bodies we are born in. I admire your courage to change and to grow. Who you chose to be is your decision. Trust in me to love all of who you are.”

You reach behind his head and pull him in to kiss the line of his faceplate as a worldless declaration. “Will you allow me to show you my affections?” Ha asked, subtly stroking his thumb over your open palm and leaning to press his forehead to yours.

“I trust you,” you respond, words trembling. “Thank you Dearest,” he said, bringing his hands to your sides. He drew shapes over your abdomen with his fingers, marveling at how the skin dipped and moved against his actions.

His fingers moved lower, catching on your pelvis and following the curve toward your inner thighs. He danced around your core, leaving wispy touches nearby but never close enough. Heat began to rise as Zenyatta continued his teasing excapade, trying to figure out where you liked to be touched and kneely listening to how you would respond with little sighs or catch your breath when he did something right.

You begane to wriggle slightly to get more friction where you wanted, but Zenyatta was quick to grab your thighs and hold them apart. You groan in annoyance and Zenyatta notes the damp area on your underwear.

His fingers moved to your waistband but he remained still, looking at you to ensure your comfort and acceptance. You take a big, calming breath before giving him the go ahead with a small smile.

Your hands also moved to the waistband to help yourself out of them. Zen folded them neatly and placed them on a nearby chair. Looking at the chair you motion to help him take off his clothing. “I don’t want to be the only one naked in here,” you look at him with a bit more confidence. He chuckles, “of course Dearest.” His clothes were folded and placed on the same chair very meticulously before he turned back to you.

Your legs weren't crossed but the hands you were resting on your lap blocked most of his view. He kmelled in front of your pressed knees and asked if he could come in and admire you. You laugh a bit at the strange comment but open your thighs just enjoy that Zenyatta could see the smallest bit.

His hands ran along the undersides of your thighs before they moved inwards to pull their plush slide and improve his view. “You are beautiful here as well,” he coos. “Even if you decide to change. I am sure you will be just as beautiful with a penis. Just as you are with a vagina. I trust you and your decisions. As long as you keep yourself safe.” He chuckles at the end as normally it’s him who will keep you safe.

He worried about the surgery for what it was and not what it did. There could be complications or something could go wrong, get mixed up. And healing after can be a mixed bag. He just wanted you to have the best and safest surgery if that was the path you went down. Maybe he would learn to do it himself, have Angela teach him how.

His hands slid up your thighs and over your pubic mound. Still avoiding your core which had been weeping slightly at his other touches. He brought himself closer to your core, his optics trained on the sight and illuminating your folds in a pale blue.

The anticipation and sight of Zenyatta between your legs was getting you heated. Your hips were fidgeting and you moved your pussy closer to his face to encourage him to do something.

He chuckled and lifted his head from between your thighs to look you in the face and ask, “do I have your permission Dearest?” “I trust you,” you replied in shaky breaths.

He placed one hand on each thigh and placed his thumbs tantalisingly close to your entrance. He used the fingers on his left hand to draw long, broad strokes through your folds while high right hand moved much higher to your nipples.

While he did not have a mouth, he made quick work with both your nipples, making you arch your back into his touch. He would ghost around the areola then pinch and roll the bud between his forefingers . Your favorite move is the slight vibrations Zenyatta produces to calm the abused flesh. It feels like a vibrator on low, maybe lower.

His left hand continues inta broad strokes but the vibration technology would soon find its way to your clit. You jerk at the sudden simulation as he presses his now vibrating thumb over the nub.

His left hand, done teasing your nipples, collects your lubricant which had begun to spill onto the table. He looks at his fingers and wonders if he could find the exact chemical compound in exchange for not being able to taste it as Cassidy mentioned one should do.

Sufficiently lubricated he pushed one finger into your folds and quickly added a second when he found little resistance “You are so relaxed. You are doing well Dearest,” he says in a high tone with a hum of affirmation and affection.

With vibrations along your sensitive walls and on your clit, you knew you wouldn't last much longer. “Touch me more!” you cry out as you feel the knot of your orgasm begin to form.

Anything Dearest. May I?” He pulls you onto his lap with your back pressed against his chest. His hands immediately went back to their work bringing you to orgasm. A flash of gold appeared from Zenyatta as six new hands appeared behind him and began to wrap around your form.

Some toyed with your nipples like zenyatta had done before but now in tandem. Another was gently stroking your hair and moving any loose strands out of your face. Two kept your thighs spread as far wide they could go to give Zenyatta the maximum space to work. The last was rubbing circles on your stomach to keep you relaxed and grounded as you soared toward your orgasm.

There wasn’t an inch of skin Zenyatta left untouched as his gold arms danced across your body. He adds a third finger into your pussy and aims at you g-spot vigerougly, well as vigorous as much as someone like Zenyatta could be.

Your breaths were heavy and the coil was tight, almost, almost ready to snap. He increased the vibrations inside and out before you felt the coil snap and you went tumbling over the edge of your orgasm.

Zenyatta helped you through your orgasm while you moaned out his name. Turning quickly, he grabbed a towel and a glass of water he had prepared previously. “Is there anything else you need Dearest?” he asked in a happy tone. When you shook your head no he asked, “Do you feel more relaxed?”

You honestly do. From his excellent massaging skills to your mind melting orgasm. You hadn't felt this good in months. “I feel amazing,” you sigh in relaxation, “and thank you for loving me.”

“No thank you for trusting me Dearest. With your body and your feelings. I am always here for you if you want to talk about it further or just want to talk about your week.” He listed off, “If you are sad I could tell you a joke or give you a hug.”

While you doubted his ability to tell jokes. He hugs better than any other. A place to talk. One on one. With the love of your life. About whatever you want. Sounds like a dream.

“I would love to Zen”

“Thank you Dearest”

#tekartha zenyatta #zenyatta #zenyatta x reader #smut and fluff #first fic #be nice #i love service top zen #trans reader

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claw404 · 1 year

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Zenyatta x reader (NSFW!)

[ always in public ]

Zenyatta is a cheeky one, he finds great joy in teasing and humiliating you publicly. He will float a little too close to you, a little too close for comfort, and say something naughty but just loud enough for only you to hear. It always gets a blushing reaction and rapid looks out of you that he oh so loves to watch while snickering to himself. You snap your head in all directions, trying to tell if anybody else heard the omnics filthy ideas.

Zenyatta will nonchalantly brush one of his orbs against one of your sensitive areas mid conversation and continue talking as if nothing happened, watching you try to keep your composure, knowing you cant really say anything as there are other agents around. He will do it no matter if you're talking to him or somebody else. The exhibitionism and possibility of you getting caught fills the omnic with so much excitement and knowing that you're too shy to do anything to stop him only enables him further.

He once intentionally tripped you by swiping one of his orbs under your foot. The omnic came rushing to you the very same second, exclaiming his false surprise and worries while helping you up. His metallic hands lingering on your body a bit too long, purposefully stroking and squeezing your flesh all under the disguise of Zenyatta wanting to help you. You could tell what he was doing but didnt say anything, only glared into his faceplate in embarrassment. You know that if he could he would be grinning like an idiot right now, all smug and proud of himself.

#x reader #self insert #overwatch #zenyatta #my idea of zenyatta is that hes secretely a little bastard lol<3 #also i dont know what to call these? ficlets? headcanons? eh?#zenyatta x reader #man idk if my fics are any good but its so fun to write again so its alright

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lockem · 1 year

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zenyatta hcs!!!!!

Zenyatta Headcanons !!

my precious main 😭💗💗 also tw opinions UwU /j

enjoy !!

him and genji would play video games together from time to time, although you'd think this guy would be a support main... oh nono no. Tank Zenyatta exists.

probably used his orbs as ping pong balls.

speaking of which, he really likes ping pong and is an absolute god at it.

he has a miniature zen garden! (get it?)

snowball fights !! he is very fond of the cold

probably wakes up genji in the middle of the night to ask him very confusinf and intellectual questions.

zenyatta loves cats !! probably has brought a whole family of cats into the monastery.

browses the internet.. a lot

probably picked up a bit of humor from it too

he has a few outfits to somehow resemble and match with genji

randomly gives visitors a mandarin.

sorry if its kind of bad and short TvT have a nice day/night <333

#overwatch x reader #overwatch 2 #overwatch #genji shimada #overwatch angst #zenyatta #overwatch headcanons

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Now that we have 10 mythic skins in Overwatch, I was wondering if a list could be compiled for Quirks that could cover each one. Cyberdemon Genji, Zeus Junker Queen, Amaterasu Kiriko, Galactic Emperor Sigma, Adventurer Knight Tracer, Null Sector Wargod Ana, Onryō Hanzo, Grand Beast Orisa, Ancient Caller Moira, and Vengeance Mercy. I'm looking for Quirks tying to the appearances of the mythic skins more than to the abilities of the characters.

If this works, do you have any ideas for an Avatar quirk? Like the ability to just manipulate the 4 elements similar to the Avatar?

Have you got any ideas for a quirk based on the INTJ personality?

Helloo! I was wondering if you could write a quirk for my OC she has a temperature quirk so whatever she touches she can raise and lower the temperature of but I can think of any drawbacks

How would you revise Projection Sorcery to work as a quirk?

Any Quirks for the characters of Jumanji? I'm thinking either peak physical form or fearlessness for Smolder, cartography or geometry sight for Shelly, either pocket dimension or omnilingualism for Mouse, idk for Ruby or Seaplane, a good lock picking Quirk for Ming, wings for Cyclone, idk for Nigel or Van Pelt (though VP should have an eviler version of Anivoice probably), and some sort of rage empowerment Quirk for Jurgen

Would it be possible to ask for Quirks for each of the 13 main characters in Camp Camp? Max, Neil, Nikki, David, Gwen, Nurf, Nerris, Harrison, Ered, Space Kid, Preston, Dolph, and Quartermaster.

Zenyatta Quirk Idea: Harmony & Discord. The user has two metallic orbs that they can apply to themself or others. One increases a person's healing ability greatly, letting them recover from attacks within less than a minute. The other, however, decreases a person's healing ability, making them much more susceptible to being hurt. The drawback is that only one of each exists and if one is active, so too must the other be. If the user wants to heal someone, someone else has to be weakened.

Heyy!! Could i please get a few dependent quirk ideas??? Thank youu!!!

Any chance of a Quirk based on the Look-Away-Inator? It's from the PnF episode Split Personality, and I figured that was more doable as a Quirk than the Molecular Separator.

So that Denki and Shoto marriage is perfect for Virgil, I'm sure you've made a teleportation Quirk that works for Ed, and for Tye you literally made the Tokoyami and Takeyama QM his name, but what about for Asami? This is the Runaways from Season 2 of Young Justice fyi.

I wanna hear about a quirk based on crayon eating

Any quirks based on Jin's side effect from World Trigger? since Foresight exists I think this is a possibility. One I'm kinda thinking about is a quirk that just foresees how you die with little to no context.

Could you help me out with this quirk idea please! My idea is a cloning quirk based on fission. The clones bodies would kind of split off from the user. Each of the clones are capable of independent thought, feeling and action, although they have a mental link, and if one gets hurt, they all feel it. I’d say the clones have half the durability as the user and they can only create 35.

It’s either I go with that idea or have the user create only one clone that has half the durability, and that clone can do the same thing. The clones would have their own autonomy and they would share a mental link.

Idk which idea I should go with, so could you help me decide which I should go for, and if you have any suggestions for the one you pick I’m willing to improve!

Could you make a quirk based on thestrals?

Can you make a quirk based on Unrepair from undead unluck !?!?! Thank you

Flipping the script on the Ben 10 alien asks you get, how about a Quirk for Dr Aloysius Animo? A constant thorn in Ben's side, up until recently I thought his name was pronounced alloy-see-us rather than aloe-ish-us. I think a build-a-beast Quirk or one that mutates and hybridizes animals would be cool!

hello! would you have any ideas for a drawback of a quirk user that can spawn limbs on any surface? the user can use them (and see through them if they were an eye, for example) but they can only be spawned if the user is nearby. i imagine that one of the drawbacks could be that they can feel pain from those limbs, but i can't think of anything else. thank you for all the quirk stuff you do! your brain is very big :D

So I got this idea for a luck based power.

Good luck bad luck is an emitter quirk that allows the user to grant a person they make direct skin contact with to get a bout of good luck such as getting a perfect score on a hard test, scoring a lot of points in a sports event, winning a lottery ticket, etc. However, the bad luck will kick in and undermine the good luck. Going by the examples, they forgot to put their name down and lost a single point, they pulled a muscle after they scored and had to sit out the rest of the game, the wind blew the ticket out of their hand into a puddle. After the bad luck, the effect wears off. The bad luck won’t do anything life threatening, a minor injury is the worst thing that would happen and it only undermines the good luck. User can only affect one person at a time and can only use it again once the bad luck happens and they don’t know when

Dragon and either dark shadow or black whip

Could you do Voyance and Hardening. No idea how this will work but I’m sure you’ll come up with something.

Not sure if you did this before but...Copy X Clones?

Gyrate and Springlike Limbs

Meatball + Incite ?

Black and Storage QM?

Storage and Water Creation?

Decay and Larceny, Twin Impact, or Muscle Augmentation?

What do you think about a qm between decay and electrification?

meatball and stress, fat absorption and somnambulist, or Blood curdle and Whitelime

QM between Incite and Anthropomorph?

Could you do a quirk marriage between Solid Air and Dark Shadow?

Navel Laser x Comic QM?

Hi, Could you make a quirk marriage between Love and Cloud ✨Thanks✨

Glamour + Voice?

It just occurred to me! a quick marriage between Vibration and muscle gain or overhaul, thank you very much!

If you decide to do quirk marriages again could you do glamour and comic?

Solid Air x Dark Shadow QM?

I would like to remind people that I am not taking any kind of requests right now. That means no Quirk Reviews, no Original Quirks, and no Quirk Marriages. So if you see your ask here or sent me anything like that in the past month or so, I will not be covering it and it is currently removed from the ask box.

If you do not see your ask here, I do not have it and I apologize for the inconvenience on that part. You will have to send it again when I open the ask box. Otherwise, I would suggest you take your ask and write it down somewhere so you can send it when the ask box is open. It will still take some time before it is open and I ask for and appreciate your patience during this time.

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multifandomhere1 · 1 year

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Zenyatta Headcanons

You met zenyatta when you took a quest he would go too

you found his presence very comforting.

genji had mentioned that he was your mentor and you were surprised about it

I believe if he had a crush on you he would tell you right away, I believe he doesn't like to keep emotions to himself

if you felt the same, soon you would date

He is very kind and loving to you.

When you are having trouble sleeping you lay on his lap and he sings a lullaby, it makes you sleep very quickly because of his comforting voice

You cannot kiss him directly on the mouth, but you do place your forehead against his, as a sign of affection or a kiss.

He talks about you to genji

he loves meditating with you.

When you are sick he places the orb on you and gives you some medicine.

When the two of you are on a mission zenyatta does his best to keep you safe

he doesn't want you to be injured.

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Have a great day! Don't forget to shower and drink water,luv you <3

#overwatch #reader insert #zenyatta #headcanons #idk lol #have a good day #luv you #zenyatta x reader

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thepayloadisgay · 9 months

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i'm a different anon, but since you want to talk about genji, here's a prompt: what do you think are genji's opinions/relationships on characters other than hanzo? your choice of which characters

Always here to talk about Genji tysm.

Gency, Genyatta, Ramji below the cut.

(sorry they just kinda devolved into small relationship dynamic drabbles sobs. hope u enjoy anyway)

Genji and Mercy

(note: I've written extensively about Gency in the past. I think my opinion on their relationship has changed a bit lately. Or maybe this is just another vein to their dynamic I wanna explore :3)

She was the first thing he saw when he woke up. Eyes ragged. Everything ringing with a halo. Blurred. Missing edges.

He didn't want to see her again for days, but he had to. The manual to his blueprint; fixer to his malfunctions; fucking hand to hold when he couldn't get up off the floor.

A shadow he wanted to cut off. A new normal that was nothing but there.

She was patient, if stern. Kind, if insistent. Beautiful, if weathered, weary.

Genji started to look more one day. A day he couldn't remember it just became. He asked her a question that wasn't about his body, what happened, what's going to happen. It was about her. She'd stopped what she was doing and struggled to answer.

The next time he noticed, she stood closer. Her laugh making him swallow. She wore glasses when she forgot her contacts. They made her eyes smaller. Hoops in her ears. Matching necklace, bracelet. Stupid jokes that made no sense. Interests that bored him. Stories that made him listen. A voice that lulled him. She smelled of coffee. Sometimes when it was late, cigarettes. Her hair, rose.

Genji hated roses. But he wanted her.

"Let's test your sensors," she'd said, holding his hand palm up, pen poised.

Before she'd pressed, pen clattered to floor, discarded. Genji touched palm to the base of her throat, fingers spreading over clavicle, knowing beneath it was more than just bone.

"Genji-" A whisper. Reprimand.

He'd looked up, curious, his thumb the shape of her throat. Her eyes, closed.

She ran colder than he'd expected. An effect of her nanbots as she played god within, without. Whatever it was, he felt a shiver for the first time since waking up something else. And he wanted to feel more.

More.

"I can feel a pen."

Angela ran a finger along his hairline, along the stairway of scars.

"I want to feel you." Closer, that the words had stuck to Angela's lips, never let go. "-you-"

"Just tonight." She'd said. She'd lied.

And lied again.

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Genji and Zenyatta

"I haven't seen you all morning."

Genji draws the whetstone along his blade, again. A mirror. Sharp enough to slice a breath. Too long since it had cut anything. But he still saw blood smeared at its edges, caught at the tip, smudged in what was left of his prints.

Sometimes.

For a while it had been clean. A reflection of his mind, growing soul.

"Couldn't sleep."

Zenyatta lowers from his hover, taking a seat on knees beside Genji, palms to knees.

"Your eyes do look, heavy."

"I know you're kindly saying I look like shit."

Zenyatta turns his head. "Hmm."

Scratch of the whetstone.

Hum of Zenyatta's orbs. Two, hover Genji, and he barely notices. just a normal comfort now that gravitate towards his melancholy. Scorching away the weight so it's easier to walk, stand, or simply, breathe.

"Some of us have learned a mimic of your sleep, here," begins Zenyatta, the sound of Genji's whetstone rhythm, rhyme, "a sort of deep meditation. Even a dream."

Geni glances to the side, only his eyes visible this morning, his faceplate security. Comfort.

"What do you dream of, master?"

Genji knows there's a smile. "Oh, that would be telling."

Genji keeps drawing his whetstone, but the motion's slow. His shoulders sag. Eyes, dull. A slow sigh and he uncrosses legs, stretching them across the ground, wiggling sore ankles, unmoved for hours.

"Sleep, Genji."

"What?"

The orbs around Genji circle once. Settle above, humming something Genji feels is warmth, want.

And soon, he's closer beside Zenyatta, head lolled against shoulder. The metal, edges, softened by the shawl draped, as if expectant. As if this has already happened before.

"Maybe we'll both dream, again. And compare...notes."

"Maybe." Is the last thing Genji says, a weight against Zenyatta, a hand on his master's thigh.

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Genji and Ramattra

"Why do you care so much about what they think?"

Ramattra. Cross legged, at ease as an emperor throned, dancing one of Genji's shurikens between his fingers.

Genji secures his faceplate, headplate, running a finger along a nick in one the ears, ignoring Ramattra.

"I mean," flicks the shuriken again. Genji almost snaps it out of his hand, "you are hideous. But humans -never mind their opinions- matter nothing."

"Why are you talking to one, then?"

"Are you one?" Flick.

Arm half in hoodie, he stops. Stares at one of the cracked mirrors he'd bought from the villages below after much encouragement from Zenyatta. There's no eyes that look back. Face, obscured. Hair, beneath. There are limbs, four. But humans aren't the only bipeds around here. He breathes, though. Eats. Drinks. Dreams (they do too, they say). Fucks (you're not alone in that, boy).

He could be human in that mirror.

He could not.

Genji pulls the rest of his hoodie on, cats with swords and lasers. There's holes in the wrists he's made for his thumbs. It's stretched from when someone else tried it on.

"You want me thrown off Shambali because I'm human," he snaps his head to Ramattra, "yet you question if I really am one."

"You say your heart beats," another flick of the shuriken, but this time towards Genji who catches it between two fingers, "but it wouldn't without all that metal, wires and wonder that makes me."

The shuriken sinks into the wood beside Ramattra's head, but not before it nicks a line of his face, a scratch through the purple.

Just, enough.

"I bleed, you don't."

Ramattra laughs. It's music. "And where exactly do you still bleed?"

It's a question that needs no answer. It's a taunt that wants one.

He doesn't know when Genji got here, foot to Ramattra's knee, and he leans forward, picking the shuriken from beside his head with a ting.

"You want to find out?"

Ramattra wonders how hard he can stretch that throat before it snaps; those thighs before they pop; how much he really does need left, to breathe, to bleed, be-

#genji shimada #gency #genyatta #ramji #angela ziegler #zenyatta #ramattra #ask des #des writes #it's genji shimada hours

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lady-of-endless · 1 year

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Ramattra headcanons

(x reader)

Author's Note: I hope that those hcs will put you in a delightful mood. I love writing for Ramattra, it's so calming and lovely. Thank you all for the support and feedback the other fics got, it makes me so happy. I'll always be grateful ❤️ (gorgeous gif is not mine)

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At first, he thinks that there is only strategic usefulness in this "alliance" and that is all. In time, your stubborn and vengeful omnic will realize that it is more than that. How will he realize? He starts to feel at ease in your presence and somehow craves that feeling when he shouldn't.

His orb seems to have a mind of its own. During the first encounters, if you happened to touch it accidentally or not, you would get pushed away physically by its energy. After some time, after getting closer to Ramattra, the orb would finally accept you too. It would even float above both of you when meditating.

If you follow him on a mission that involves a lot of walking, don't expect Ramattra to pick you up in his arms if you're just tired, not injured. What he would do though is to slow his walking pace to sync with yours, not forcing you, not commenting about human fragility.

No one can guess that you two form a pair, in public. No one can guess that he sometimes glances longingly at you and no one would expect him to react so violently if you were in peril.

If he is injured, he will usually hide it from you. Ramattra got used to hiding any type of suffering from others so that no one will perceive him as weak. Even if you earned his trust, he will still do that. It will take time for him to let you see him in that state and even more time to let you help.

Once he learns about the human body in a non-tactical way, he would be especially attentive to yours. Getting paler and shivering? "You're feeling cold." he would state. Goosebumps? "Is there something bothering you?" Goosebumps, dilated pupils, and heavy breathing? "Am I doing this to you?" He would ask in an intimate whisper.

Hickeys or other amorous markings are out of the question. But expect to have a smudge of dark mechanical grease here and there on your skin after spending time close to him, closer than usual. If Ramattra accidentally catches a glimpse of it, you will be surprised to hear a low satisfied hum. He will not tell you why. That is a subtle reminder on your skin that he did not want to erase.

He has an unsaid wish. No matter what happens, he will still cherish his found brother so he'll wish for a form of blessing from Zenyatta.

Any nicknames for you once his rejection turns into adornment? Absolutely not. However, he starts to call your name like a prayer or a mantra, with the same profoundness. His tone is deep, slower than usual.

Will take you stargazing the way he did with his brother. It's an extremely meaningful ritual for him.

Has a habit of lifting your chin when you're talking to him, and in private, to get his face closer to yours.

Believe it or not, his hugs are amazing but not because of what you would think (not because of his size). He memorized how you like to be held, how much pressure is comfortable, and for how long to hold you.

Let's say that you would enjoy wearing his scarf from time to time. Even if Ramattra gives you an exasperated sigh when you return the cloth, he secretly enjoys your scent being captured by it.

#ramattra #ow2 ramattra #overwatch 2 ramattra #ramattra x reader #ramattra fanfic #overwatch ramattra #ramattra x you #ramattra hcs #overwatch fic #overwatch scenario #overwatch 2

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ruinmegently · 10 months

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— CREATURE

/* Ramattra and Genji have a moment. */

"We are brothers in our oppression, if not in our ideologies."

"Yet you still call him brother."

The creature cants his head, peering at Genji as if the cyborg is a worm struggling in the dirt — dragged up by a heavy rain.

That is what Genji has taken to calling this beast of war. Creature. Not because of Ramattra's machinery or metal parts or rogue coils, but for the tint of the soul simmering wildly beneath those wires. The omnic sits in a meditative pose, bound by tight hardlight restraints that light the dark room with a faint teal glow. Stuck to the cement floor. Yet Genji feels small when pinned by that rough gaze.

"Your point, cyborg."

He could, maybe, pace. Be loose and liquid. Cocky, like Cassidy who'd entered the cell with a cigar and a swagger. Or Dr. Ziegler, stiff and no-nonsense and somehow far more spooky than Genji remembered her. His peers had pressed for knowledge about Null Sector's future plans and found only resistance against metal.

But Genji isn't here to interrogate.

He sits cross-legged in front of the Ravager. Elbows anchored on knees, chin resting between his palms. So small in the shadow of an omnic forced to bend.

"Are you uncomfortable?" Genji asks after a long moment of silence. Ramattra only stares. "I could ... bring you a pillow?"

"I have no need for your supplications."

Genji raises a brow. Supplications — as if, even imprisoned, Ramattra believes he holds a power worthy enough to make his captors grovel. Or, no. Not power.

Conviction.

Speaking of which.

Genji digs into the deep pocket of his hoodie and pulls out a single metallic orb. It hums with yellow light running through its intricately carved veins. The omnic before him tenses, like a widening of eyes.

"He wanted you to have this."

"I have no—"

"No need for it, yes. I told him you would say something like that."

But still, Genji places the orb on the ground and rolls it forward. It crosses the space between them and bops Ramattra on the knee.

The creature can neither accept nor deny the gift, arms restrained. His head tilts down to stare at it instead.

"It is an orb of har—"

"I know what it is."

Where others might see silence in the eerily still way Ramattra holds himself, Genji has spent enough time living with the Shambali monks to recognize the language of despair.

"Why did he not bring it himself?"

"I think you know the answer to that, too."

Genji unfurls, rising with practiced grace. He turns to leave the cell.

"What," Ramattra calls after him, voice a hateful, smooth rumble. "No questions on what I plan to do to you, your friends, your kind?"

The cyborg doesn't pause until he reaches the door, fingers on its handle.

"You would never hurt him, would you?"

"Explain."

"Zenyatta. You stand on opposing sides, but you would never hurt him."

If Genji senses confusion from the predator he's turned his back on, he doesn't speak word of it.

"Of course not," Ramattra says. "He is my brother."

A laugh spills from Genji like a bark. Harsh. Cold. He shakes his head. Tugs on the handle.

"I'll get you a pillow," he says, pulling the door shut behind him.

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I really want something a little bit silly with the very serious robut so I have a request, please hear me out

So Ramattra with a crush on a little human who is friends with Zenyatta and absolutely gets into shenanigans with him. Like they’re usually quiet and even timid but the moment Zen asks them to help him with a little prank or goofs and gaffs or a little bit of trolling they are in.

Mischievous is the word I’m looking for…

Also I love the way you write Rama so ty in general because (chef’s kiss🤌) ✨marvelous✨

Aaaa thank you! This was such a fun request to do!

Gotta add Zen into the gif for his participation in this~

Ramattra x Reader (gen)

Word count: 1620

For a few months now, you and Zenyatta formed this bond, one full of playfulness and banter. You would go to him when you needed help and he was usually always there and he would always come to you when he was feeling mischievous - he had a new scheme each week. Of course, they were harmless pranks, never intended to hurt any omnic. Being the only human in the Monastery was challenging at times, so having Zenyatta there made it worthwhile.

He brought you out of your shell for a moment or two, and you greatly appreciated that.

Just like any other day, Ramattra would wander the halls of the Monastery, the metallic feet of his tapping away as he walked, a schedule he rarely broke unless absolutely necessary. However, there had been a lot of noise recently, especially between another monk and a human. The other monks didn’t seem to mind, but it clearly irritated the ravager until he finally gave in and ignored the laughter altogether.

Yet, despite all of the irritation, he would still listen, his circuits warming when he hears you laugh. If he could smile, he would - just the thought of you laughing brought him some comfort he hadn’t really felt for a long time.

Ramattra never admitted it, but you had grown on him, more than any human had ever done in the past. The irritating days grew into a soft admiration in a matter of weeks, and with the help of his brother, those feelings only grew more.

Now, today was no different - Ramattra went about his day, sitting outside and meditating in the spring time sun, the orb of his hovering above him, slowly spinning in rhythm of his ‘breathing’ as the breeze gently passed by.

But that peace was disturbed when he heard two entities approaching. His head tilted, trying to pick out the footsteps. Only when he heard your laugh did he know who else was with you.

“Ah, brother.” Zenyatta calls out, waving at Ramattra when he turns. “I do not suppose you could look after [y/n] for awhile? I have an errand to run.”

Ramattra looks at you, noticing the hesitant smile. “Of course.” He cocks his head to the side, wanting to seem friendlier than what his appearance lets on.

“Thank you. I will not be long.” Zenyatta gently taps your shoulder as he walks away. You smile gently at his touch before turning your attention to the larger monk as he turns back, facing forward to resume his meditation.

You took a seat next to him, careful to leave enough space between the two of you, the grass beneath you feeling warm against your knees. The air around you was calm, sun shining warmly on your cheeks as you look out across the mountains.

No words were said between the two of you, despite Ramattra wanting to talk. He glances down at you every so often, noticing the way your breathing softly and in rhythm to his orb. For once, he realises another purpose of it, to bring you comfort and peace, should you ever sit next to him again. In that moment, he was content with everything.

He was that content that he never saw his sensors going off in the corner of his vision. His mind was too busy in thought, his guard was down…

It was the perfect moment for Zenyatta to strike and you were just the distraction and the perfect one you were. Zenyatta knew, he knew quite a lot than what he let on. The way Ramattra looked at you was all he needed to fuel the next act of his play.

Pulling a harmless prank on Ramattra was not something you had ever wanted to do. You knew who and what he was, what he had done before coming to the Monastery, but having Zenyatta with you only fuelled what little courage you had inside. You sat there, listening to the humming within Ramattra’s body, feeling the warmth on your cheeks before droplets of water rained down on the pair of you.

“Rain was not on the forecast today.” Ramattra spoke out, head still facing the mountains in front. He raised his hand slowly, but no rain was landing on him.

You look up, the sky still clear and blue. “Perhaps a sudden burst of rain?” You suggest, knowing exactly what was about to happen.

“It has stopped.” He remarked. By the time he noticed the warning in his system, it was too late. A sudden splash of cold water hits him in the back, dripping down the metal framework. He lets out a surprised gasp, head tilting back slightly from the sudden cold. Ramattra stands and turns around, head cocking to the side as he speaks. “Brother. Do you think this is funny?”

Zenyatta lowers the water gun and you can tell he has a smug smile behind the expressionless faceplate of his. “Very. Did you think you were free from us?”

Ramattra turns to look at you as you let out a small laugh before standing up, brushing the dirt from your legs.

“Sorry.” There was a light airy tone to your voice as you smiled, turning to face your partner in crime, a small nod of your head.

The smaller monk raises his weapon again, pointing it directly at Ramattra.

“Don’t you dare.” Ramattra’s voice was low as he stared down Zenyatta.

There was no hesitation as Zenyatta fired the water directly at his omnic brother but the water never hits him. Ramattra’s movements were quick as he grabbed your arm and pulled you in front of him. The yelp you gave out as the cold water hits you was all the satisfaction he needed, a smug feeling spreading throughout his body. Ramattra kept you in his grasp as he moves his optics on his brother.

“I warned you.” He spoke out. “Look at what you have done.” A mockingly pity tone joined his voice.

You inhale sharply as a breeze passes by, your shirt sticking to your skin as you look at Zenyatta, his head cocking to the side slighty as if to silently apologise. Ramattra’s hands never left your shoulders, keeping you in place, a shield for anymore attacks.

Ramattra leans down to speak to you, head gently brushing your ear. “That is what you get for being his accomplice.” He chuckles, his proximity making your cheeks warm. “Getting my guard down was one thing, I’ll give you that.” He admits. “Whatever shall I do with you now?” You could hear the playfulness in his tone as you feel him squeeze your shoulders gently, still not removing them from your body.

“Zen-” You speak up.

“No, no, look at me.” Ramattra moved one of his hands, placing his thumb and forefinger on your chin, turning you to look at him. “He cannot help you now.”

You glance over at Zenyatta who was just standing there, head cocked to the side, watching everything happen.

Ramattra’s circuits warmed up at the sight of you, so helpless, so… cute.

“In fact…” He looks over at Zenyatta then back at you and the realisation hits you.

“No- No, don’t you dare!” You look over at your friend who had already raised the water gun at you. “Zen, I swear to-” Before you could even finish, water splashes on your torse, the breeze only adding to cold. Ramattra holds you still, smaller droplets falling down his faceplate from the backsplash.

Ramattra chuckles again as you struggle, a faint warmth spreading through his chassis. The feelings he felt for you only just grew more and more with your pleas.

“Zen, stop!” You cry out, laughing as your legs give way, dropping your body to the floor. You keep laughing, leaning back against Ramattra’s legs as you try to catch your breath. Ramattra looks down at you on the ground, relishing in the moment of your laughter. He enjoys listening to your laugh, something of which he won’t admit just yet. He enjoys the change in your body language when you’re comfortable just as much as he enjoys the more timid side of you. Every part of you he adores more and more the longer he’s around you. The monks look at each other, nodding in silence, passing silent words to each other before Zenyatta lowers his weapon and slowly approaches you.

Ramattra hooks his hands underneath your arms and pulls you up, eliciting a surprised gasp from you.

“I am sorry, [y/n].” He speaks, standing in front of you.

“I will get you back for that.” You reply to him, subtly accepting his apology.

Zenyatta chuckles at that before looking up at his brother. “Perhaps you should go inside and dry off before you catch a cold.”

“I wouldn’t have to if someone didn’t use me as a shield.” You turn and face Ramattra, wiping your cheek as a droplet of water falls down it.

“My apologies.” He looks down at you, the smugness still coursing through his wires. “Come, my quarters are closer.” He offers his hand out to you, hoping you will accept and when you do, he feels his metal heart skip a beat, his servos warming up at the contact. He notices the blush on your cheeks, how you’ve become shy once more. Ramattra keeps his optics on you before turning and leading you back down the path towards the Monastery, hand still holding yours. He feels your heartbeat pick up, a silent sigh escaping him.

Zenyatta watches on and if he could smile at the sight before him, he would. His plan had worked, and he had you both to thank for that.

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