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ya-zz · 2 months

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I have a quick question if you don't mind me asking. Can you please do one where a gender neutral reader is a secret singer? Like they walk on stage and their partner recognizes them even with a costume and makeup. Can I please request Hanzo, Genji, Moira, Lucio, Ramattra, Zenyatta Junker Queen, Junkrat, and Roadhog to be the ones who are the partner who figures out that they're dating a popular singer.

There was a lot to this, but I hope it's okay! (I also haven't slept when I upload this, so I apologise for any mistakes or errors.)

I'll add everything under the cut, but here is a main scenario you can use or make your own up;;;

You had been dating your partner for a few months now and things were healthy. Everything was as it should be, though, you had a secret you couldn’t exactly tell them. Fear was holding you back - you did not know how they would act, whether they would use you or leave you.

HANZO

He was three drinks into the night when the act started.

At first, he didn’t care until the voice resonated within his ears.

Looking up, his eyes adjusted to the spotlights shining down amongst the crowd before they dimmed and the main stage lit up.

Their voice was something ethereal. Something that Hanzo recognised instantly.

Despite the outfit they were wearing, behind all of that make-up, Hanzo recognised the person instantly.

Shock was present on the archers face, but that was quickly overcome with astonishment.

He couldn’t believe it. His partner was the most popular singer in Hanamura.

Hanzo couldn’t stop staring, watching the way they performed so effortlessly.

Their hips swaying in time with the song, lips wet and shining in the spotlight, voice angelic as the day he first hear them.

His heart flutters, flush appearing on his cheeks and not from the alcohol he had already consumed.

When his eyes met theirs, a smile forms on their face, a wink directed to the man seated within the booth.

Hanzo could feel the heat rise in his body as he smiled back, tipping his glass towards his partner.

There were several emotions running through him, from love to lust, Hanzo couldn’t quite wrap his head around why you kept it a secret.

Nevermind though, he was already planning on making you sing for him privately.

GENJI

Genji had made plans that night with a few friends he had made during his playtime in Hanamura all those years ago. Some form of a “catch up over drinks” he called it.

Sitting in a circular booth close to the stage, the ninja looks up at the presenter talking about the opening act, a name he recognizes but had no face to put it to.

When you come out on stage in all that make-up and wearing an outfit that catches everyone's eyes, Genji can’t help but stare either.

It took him a moment between blinks for it to register that the person on stage was his partner he had been dating.

His jaw practically drops, hand clasp tightly around his drink.

Eyes were blown wide, either from lust or from pure adoration at your singing ability.

Genji felt his entire body flare up in heat, something so secretive only turned him on more.

His friends that surrounded him made their remarks but he didn’t pay them no mind.

His entire focus was on you.

Genji could only sit there and stare.

The moment you lock eyes with him and give a playful wink accompanied with a smirk, the dragon inside stirs.

Oh you don’t get to play this game.

The night was still young and the ninja had so many ideas in mind.

MOIRA

The Irishwoman would have rather been anywhere else tonight, but after a week of failed experiments, what other choice did she have?

The bar sat across from the stage was where she was situated, and her phone lay on the countertop in silence.

You hadn’t even bothered to check in on her today which only fueled her rage more.

She needed time to herself, however. Perhaps the night will go in her favour of some peace.

Just when she finished her second drink, the ice rattling in her glass, she turns to face the stage.

The act had already started, singer atop the stage in sparkles and glitter.

Moira felt something familiar but couldn’t quite place her fingers on it.

Then there was that turn you did, one that the scientist recognised instantly.

It was you singing your heart out. Not only that, but in such an establishment? She couldn’t quite believe it.

No wonder you had been distant today, you were here preparing for this.

He anger at you dies out instantly as she watches on, admiring the way your voice sounded along with the music.

She knew you could sing but this was an entire new level.

Moira clapped when the song was over, smile as wide as her face met yours to which you bashfully hid away.

Questions have answers and she was going to get them, one way or another.

LUCIO

It wasn’t his first time in the venue and it sure wasn’t going to be his last.

He always had a seat at the VIP table just in front of the main stage, and tonight you were suppose to join him.

When his calls went unanswered, a sinking feeling grew in his stomach. There were many faces already staring at him on his own.

He tried to drown his sorrows with a few drinks, hopelessly texting you, wondering where you are.

Then the announcer calls out a famous singers name and Lucio can’t help but feel somewhat hurt that you’re leaving him like this.

He stands to leave and when a voice starts singing, a perfect harmony that his ears twitch and listen to, he spins around.

Immediately he recognises you, he knows the frequency of your voice, they perfect, sweet noises that come from your throat.

It was you.

You hadn’t stood the artist up, no, you were here with him.

He takes his seat and watches you sway in time with the music.

Eyes meet and he can’t help but grin. No wonder you were so secretive.

When the song was finally over, you didn’t waste anytime in jumping from the stage and sitting beside Lucio.

His hand holds yours as he compliments you, placing a kiss to your temple.

He didn’t mind, it’ll be all over the papers tomorrow regardless.

RAMATTRA

What was an omnic like him doing in such a place like this?

The only time he had a need to being here was to strike deals that suited his arrangements.

A questioning invite made him wander into the place, suit hugging his body as he unbuttoned the blazer to sit down.

He crossed his arms, leaning back in the chair as he watched the stage, an opening act that did not pique his interest at all.

When a familiar voice rang through several minutes later, his receptors picked up the frequencies, instantly looking up to the figure on stage.

His optics adjusted to the light, a smirk coursing through his wires as he watches his partner, their hips moving to the rhythm.

He couldn’t help but stare, system flaring up as he records the show for later.

When his partner finally stops singing, their vocals now a slow murmur against the next act, Ramattra watches them make their way to his booth.

“You finally came through.” He spoke, matter of factly.

“What is that supposed to mean?”

“I knew.”

Of course he knew. He had everything about you saved within his systems.

“Plus your secret wasn’t exactly secret with me.” He muses.

ZENYATTA

The omnic had planned this little date with you months prior, an exquisite date fit for someone like you.

Little did he know, that the place you were currently seated in had regulars there that recognise you instantly.

At first you passed them off, Zenyatta staying beside you throughout it all.

He was confused until some older looking person came and pulled you away from your partner.

You laughed, brushing him off before eventually being pulled onto the stage, microphone in your hand.

It all came naturally and the tilt of Zenyatta’s head made you smirk.

Your voice hit his receptors just right and the monk could feel his wires warm up as he watches you perform for everyone else.

When the show was over, applause ringing loud throughout the venue, you make your way back to him.

“You put on quite a show.” He admits with a chuckle.

His optics met your eyes, looking at how they glistened under the warm light.

“How long have you kept this secret?”

“Too long.”

Zenyatta brushed his thumb over your knuckles as he held your hand before bringing it up to his faceplate, planting a makeshift kiss against it.

“Perhaps you could tell me more as the night goes on.”

JUNKERQUEEN

It was a normal night for the queen.

Junkertown bars held karaoke nights each weekend, the establishments packed with drunks and Aussies alike.

Some nights, upon the queens request, does she have private shows before her on her throne.

Several acts lay before her, the music was loud but when her eyes set upon an almost familiar figure, everything heightened.

Their voice was angelic, something she recognised instantly as they sang their hearts out.

Odessa thought hard about where she recognised their voice, it was just there…

The moment their eyes lock, it hit her, the one singer she had adored for years, the one partner she had loved for months.

It was the same person.

Her smile became something feral as she stood, practically marching her way over there.

Upon reaching her partner, hands laced together as her lips brushed against your ear.

“Who knew you had such a voice.”

She felt your cheeks flush against hers, a devilish smile caressing her face.

Odessa now had several ideas whirling inside of her head.

“Your queen would enjoy a more… private ensemble.”

JUNKRAT

The Aussie was head over heels for you, that much was plainly obvious by the way he would talk about you and show you off.

There was something about you though that rose suspicions.

The way you would sneak off and come back late at night. While he knew you weren’t screwing around, something unfamiliar settled in his stomach.

One night, he followed you, the nighttime heat on the back of his neck.

Upon entering a small, unmonitored establishment, Jamison could feel the hairs on his arms stand up.

He peered around the back, eyes searching for you and when your voice echoed through the dimly lit room, tones changing quickly as you sang, did the junker find his heart fluttering.

His partner, the love of his life, the one he trusted everything with…

You were singing for others, but never for him.

He wondered why, but when he realised that you were the most sought singer in the entirety of Junkertown, he understood.

Time passed before you eventually came home, seeing Jamison sleeping on the bed.

Lazily, he cuddled up with you, hand stroking your stomach as he mumbles out sleepily;

“You have the voice of an angel.”

ROADHOG

Nothing could’ve prepared him for such a relationship between him and you.

Never had he thought someone would love him the way you do, so when you invited him out on a date several weeks into the relationship, he was almost startled.

For once, the man dressed up nice, smart suit and tie and he made his way over to one of the more prestigious places in Junkertown.

By almost begging the queen, you managed to get him in unharmed, guards escorting him into the building and standing around to keep a watchful eye on you.

At first he was confused as to where you were, but when a familiar voice sang out, stage lit up beautifully despite half of the bulbs flickering, his ears perk up.

He looked up, eyes widening as he witnessed his partner, the one singer he had on repeat for the last few months, was there on the stage.

He couldn’t believe it at first, but the subtle smiles and winks you passed to him was all the confirmation he needed that it was indeed you.

He was dating one of the well known and renowned singers in all of Junkertown.

It makes his head spin, the excitement taking over as he can’t help but stand and applaud when the act is over.

Mako grasps you firmly, pulling your body flush to his as he wipes the bead of sweat from your cheek.

“You have kept this from me?” His voice was low, gruff as he watched you.

“I had no choice.”

He huffs, shaking his head.

“You sound wonderful.” He admits.

His hand squeezes your side.

“I’d like to hear you again.”

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prettyboypistol · 3 months

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Zenyatta Relationship Headcanons (+NSFW)

I feel like Zenny is a chill boyfriend who would love when you'd ask him questions that he doesn't really understand the purpose of (if a robot is built, do you have a concept of gender? Do you believe you have a soul since you are sentient? etc.)

Lowkey insecure about his cuddlegame, so he puts on oversized sweaters to cushion his metal plates.

VOICE GLITCHES AND STUTTERS WHEN FLUSTERED. THAT'S REQUIRED.

Fairly modest when it comes to PDA and affection, easily flusterable when you hit on him or whisper dirty things to him in public.

NSFW

This mans HANDS. I hope you like 3 finger-vibrators in you as he calls you "such a good little angel"

Has a human fetish and wants to roleplay being the "dominant species" of omnic but feels really ashamed of that kink so he hides it well

Zenny boy has an oral fixation and loves to watch you slide your tongue over him. PLEASE drag your tongue over his fingers and beg him to shove them in you. he will reboot on the spot.

#fanfiction #overwatch x reader #overwatch 2 #zenyatta #zenyatta x reader #tekhartha zenyatta #ow2 #ovw #overwatch smut #overwater x reader smut #prettyboy pistol #overwatch headcanons #zenyatta overwatch

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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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the-s1lly-corner · 1 year

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Zenyatta and hands

Need I say more?

And I mean this in a non sexual way, of course, because if that was the ONLY thing that I came up with that'd be boring

No, I feel like once you two establish a relationship and boundaries he'd always be touching you

Hand holding, picking up your chin, cupping your face, stroking your hair, massaging any sore muscles, holding you while you slept, the list goes on... hell it doesn't even matter how large you are; doesn't matter if you're tall, short, skinny, fat, or muscular, hes still going to attempt to wrap his arms around you

From something as intimate as holding you close, to something as small as the ghost touches he glides along your back to assure you during battle

It's all so comforting

I like to think that he has heaters/coolers built into him; I feel like most omnics have that as default so they can help regulate their temperature regardless of climate

So imagine feeling him cupping your face on a hot day, and his hands are cool

Or imagine him holding you as it snowed outside, and he had his heating on

That's all just so

Nice, in my opinion

#overwatch zenyatta #overwatch imagines #overwatch x you #overwatch x reader #overwatch #overwatch 2 #zenyatta #tekhartha zenyatta #zenyatta x you #zenyatta x reader

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meeeeeeeeiamasheep · 1 year

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Zenyatta with an adopted teenage Reader

No description, just an idea that I loved.

•You were one of the "lucky" ones to survive the Omnic Crisis.

• The only one in your family.

•Most of your life was spent in an orphanage, once you turned 10 it became obvious that you would stay there until you were 18

•And your prediction almost came true, if it weren't for certain Omnic.

•The manager of the orphanage called you for an interview, which was weird. Who wanted to adopt a teenager? Everybody wanted little kids or babies

•You stayed silent when you saw an Omnic on the other side of the desk.

•It was a long process, especially when overcoming the traumas of the war, but he was incredibly patient, he never pushed too much, more than a robot, he seemed like an angel.

•So, the day finally came where you left the orphanage with your little backpack, to follow your new father.

•It was a long way, but nothing uncomfortable, talking to Zen (as he had asked you to call him) was very easy, the conversation flowed so naturally.

• Arriving at his apartment, I introduce you to your room, amber and yellow colors, it was a cozy atmosphere.

•You were surprised when he called you for dinner, if you knew he didn't need food, it was a nice gesture that he prepared it.

• A few months passed, you continued your education at a university and you had learned to meditate with your father, it was a quiet life.

•In fact, you were quite surprised when Monttada had come to visit them, he was someone famous after all.

•It was a bit awkward at first, his voice was more formal than Zenyatta's, and you were afraid of offending him in any way, but hearing him talk about Zen's "youth" quickly lightened the atmosphere.

• From time to time, Omnics came to your house, looking for a guide or advice from your tutor.

•It was on one of those visits when you called him dad for the first time.

•"Dad, they're looking for you at the door."

•He didn't mention it, he thanked you and you went to your room.

•" . . . Wait, did I say dad?

•"I TOLD HIM DAD!!!"

•Although he doesn't show it, he is really happy.

#overwatch #overwatch 2 #overwatch headcanons #overwatch x reader #overwatch imagine #overwatch zenyatta #tekhartha zenyatta #zenyatta #Zenyatta and reader #adoptme #fluff overwatch

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acradelius · 1 year

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Uhm, hey!

Sorry if this place is not the right place to drop requests, but oh well, here we go...

Could you do some NSFW Zenyatta with the Sunyatta skin x male reader (preferably, if you vam) with Zen being dominant hehe. I'm really intrigued to see how you would write him, Sunyatta is just hnnngh- sooo good! Some smut with Zen's best friend would be much appreciated! ;)

PS. I have a massive crush on Sunyatta's claws a-and I'd love for you to include them, anyhow you want! <3

"I AM YOUR GOD"

Fandom: Overwatch / Overwatch 2

Pairing: "Sunyatta" (Tekhartha Zenyatta) x M!Reader

Rating: Lemon [🟡] (NSFW!)

Warnings/Mention Ofs: College Student! Reader, Human x Omnic Relations, Religious Aspects/Themes, Worshipping, Praise, Implied Manipulation, Obsessive Themes, Submissive Male Reader, Dominant Zenyatta, Slight Oral Fixation, Omnic Receiving! Blowjob, Robotic Cock Attachment, Claws, Scratching, Causing Wounds, Bleeding, Profanities, Orgasm, "Open"/Closed Ending

Word Count: 1,764 Words

Author's Note: robo dick robo dick robo dick

There was something about studying abroad from the country you’ve spent your whole life growing up and living in, that was definitely something that (Y/N) could agree with. There was something about being able to wander throughout the bustling streets of Cairo, Egypt, taking the miraculous sights of the cultural events happening throughout the town, tasting the amazing exotic food that trying to describe the taste was just so difficult from how good it tasted. There was just something about going out to those night activities with some buddies from the university and leaving Cairo, sneaking into some ancient ruins of Giza Plateau, which started to make (Y/N) feel somewhat anxious about getting caught, and ending up awakening an ancient god from his slumber. Yet, there weren't any feelings of fearfulness, no feelings of ongoing dread despite the unknown words that proceeded to echo off the walls of the ruin and that booming, threatening tone of voice. If anything there was that feeling of inquisitiveness, that yearning desire to figure out who exactly this devine god was and what exactly he was capable of.

What exactly had happened after that was uncertain to any of the trespassing members there, only brief moments that they could remember that wasn’t much to explain or too conflicting to process what exactly had happened. Yet, there was a certain amount of things that (Y/N) knew every time he would sneak out from Cairo back to those ancient ruins of the Giza Plateau to visit the god over and over again.

Being able to worship him was such an honor.

Being acknowledged by him was such an honor.

Sunyatta reciprocating (Y/N)’s romantic feelings was such an honor.

🔅 🔅 🔅 🔅 🔅 🔅 🔅 🔅

It was becoming more and more difficult to maintain healthy boundaries with Sunyatta, seeing that everything else around (Y/N) was seemingly falling apart. He was struggling with his studies, finding himself missing more and more classes, failing more and more exams to the point he was on the verge of failing and being evicted from his classes. (Y/N) was struggling to maintain relationships with other people, including his own family, coming up with various excuses as to why he couldn’t socialize with them. Overall, he was neglecting his responsibilities, besides what had been ingrained into his mind as the most important one: to return to Sunyatta and worship him with everything he had. It had merely begun as something that had taken place every couple of weeks, but over time and spending more time with Sunyatta became more frequent in time, at this point it had been that (Y/N) was sneaking out almost every night to see him, spending countless hours with him. Tonight, happened to once again be one of those nights, Sunyatta having promised him a reward for his excellent dedication and loyalty.

It doesn’t take that long for him to reach their usual meeting place, (Y/N)’s arms full of various objects to offer to Sunyatta, but had stopped within his tracks upon hearing him begin to speak. “You’re such an exquisite, loyal follower (Y/N),” Sunyatta began to address as he began to enclose the distance between them, not bothering to even glance at the items that were being carried, picking them up precisely with his serrated claws and merely tossing them aside until (Y/N)’s arms were empty. “You bring me various items, various items that you have believed to bring me delight, which they were in the beginning,” (Y/N)’s attention had been focused on watching the claws disperse them items onto the ground before glancing up at Sunyatta as he spoke, but was focused back onto the claws as they seemingly twirled and danced within his vision before one had started to prod at his lips, which he unconsciously opened his mouth slightly for them to enter into his mouth. “There’s only so many materialistic items that can be offered to someone such as myself to keep oneself appeased.” There’s a slight hesitation from (Y/N), almost stepping away from Sunyatta. Did his gifts not happen to be good enough for the god? Was there something more that he could offer to keep Sunyatta appeased? Multiple times (Y/N)’s mouth parted open to say something, but instead he was interrupted by Sunyatta speaking once again, “You’re next offering, I want it to be your body. Your physical pleasure~”

There’s an unaccounted time that passes that brings (Y/N) to this moment, being down upon his knees in front of the god, proceeding to softly whine as he gripped at Sunyatta’s loin cloth, beginning to be used for Sunyatta’s own pleasure. “You must be patient, as you need to be prepped for what is bound to come~ For the time being, you need to enjoy the show~” Sunyatta simply ignores whatever response (Y/N) might have gave, if he happened to give any response at all, and proceeds to begin by trailing his claws across (Y/N)’s flesh, watching as he would momentarily flinch as Sunyatta would press his claws deeper into (Y/N)’s flesh to leave scratches, sometimes deep enough to where blood would start spotting from said scratches. Then begins the removal of (Y/N)’s clothes, but not in any old-fashioned way, oh no~ Sunyatta does as he stated, taking his time and “removes” the clothing by simply shredding them to pieces, watching as with each more piece of clothing there’s of (Y/N)’s bare skin being revealed, more bare, unmarked skin for his beloved god to mark up. Scratch after scratch after scratch~

“Sunyatta,” There he was upon his knees beneath the one that he could only focus on at the moment, visibly trembling underneath the claws, bucking his hips against the air as if that would relieve some friction to his hardening, throbbing cock. “Open your mouth widely, it’s time to prepare yourself for the next phase of our delightful worship session~” (Y/N) wasn’t one to complain, as he could only imagine the pleasure to come. He was sure that if he obeyed and did what he was told to do, that he would be rewarded greatly. Opening his mouth widely he had stuck out his tongue, allowing there to be more room, and proceeded to take two claw tips into his mouth, treading with caution to explore them with his tongue. Being met with praise he let out a muffled groan, one of his hands once again tugging at Sunyatta’s loincloth all while the other one was trailing down to his own cock, beginning to slowly stroke the length. Continuing to address the claws within his mouth, not minding the faint taste of iron from having nicked his tongue. Upon the removal of the claws there’s a disappointed groan before it turned into a muffled noise of surprise as he felt something foreign enter his mouth, the texture being warm, but having a silicone based exterior. Upon opening his eyes he’s met with Sunyatta’s loincloth having been pushed to the side, realizing that apparently his beloved had his own cock, and he was being blessed with having the opportunity to pleasure Sunyatta’s cock with his mouth. Upon resting his hands upon Sunyatta’s thighs (Y/N) can feel the faint vibrations, a slight mechanical noise as the cock within his mouth begins to not only vibrate, but also rotate as well. (Y/N) figures that Sunyatta’s getting close to an orgasm, seeing the way that one of his hands was placed firmly on (Y/N)’s head, helping him take the length of his cock down his throat.

🔅 🔅 🔅 🔅 🔅 🔅 🔅 🔅

It becomes difficult to focus upon anything with all the vibrating and rotating features of Sunyatta’s cock being activated within (Y/N)’s ass, causing him to clench tightly and have the tip of Sunyatta’s cock rub roughly against his prostate, causing him to cry out. He can’t help but absolutely love the way that Sunyatta is handling him, ass up in the air while his face is rubbing harshly against the ground, Sunyatta having one of (Y/N)’s arms pulled back while the other one rests on (Y/N)’s back, slowly etching scratches into his back that spell out his name. “You’ve come to realize that this is your future, yes?” Sunyatta hums, leaning down to whisper the words into (Y/N)’s ear, chuckling afterwards at watching the drool leak out of the corner of (Y/N)’s mouth and onto the ground, him not being able to speak a complete, understandable sentence without letting those sultry moans and pleas echo out into the open. “Your future is here with me, (Y/N)!~ You will serve me, treat me as your master!~ You will worship me, worship the very ground I walk upon!~”

Sunyatta, beginning to lose his calm and collected pace and speed, began to thrust his hips quickly and disorganized, occasionally slamming his hips against (Y/N)’s ass to stretch him out, merely addressing it as preparation for future physical worshiping sessions. Leaning forward Sunyatta released the hold upon (Y/N)’s arm, using it to reach around and wrap around his neck, pulling his head back. “Maintain eye contact with me as we cum together, alright, (Y/N)~” Another whine, another string of saliva spilling from (Y/N)’s lips and onto the ground below, trying to maintain eye contact but finding it difficult to do so. Profanities echo throughout the air, a casual “F-Fuck, your cock feels so good!~ T-Too good!!~” followed by Sunyatta’s “Continue taking me cock, show me how much you actually love worshiping me!~” That pleasurable, twisting gut feeling becomes almost too much, even despite the pain of Sunyatta digging his claws deeply into (Y/N)’s skin, trails of blood being smeared across his skin, partially staining it a light red. “Cum, cum with me, (Y/N)!~ Cum with your god!~” It’s almost instantaneously that (Y/N)’s body begins to violently tremble underneath Sunyatta, crying out as he rides out his orgasm by weakly riding it out against Sunyatta’s cock that still had yet to cease its vibrations and rotation. Sunyatta’s hot, hot to the touch that is, but that doesn’t prevent him from beginning to thrust his hips against (Y/N) once again, chuckling softly. “I am your god, (Y/N)~ No one else can make you feel this way~ Don’t you ever forget that~”

#tekhartha zenyatta #zenyatta #overwatch zenyatta #x male reader #x male smut #lemon rating #requests?! thank you<3

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the path to destiny | prequel to 10 minutes: part one - a blackwatch!gabriel reyes x gn!reader

rating: teen - for violence & swearing.

a/n: this is the prequel to 10 minutes, i suggest reading that first (: there’s mentions of reyes, but he’ll come along in the next part.

a/n again: the gif above is only a visualization of readers powers, not the woman (irelia).

you felt the crisp air whoosh against your face, not too chilly but not too humid; a perfect balance. this trip would be more than pleasant if the 20lb duffel bag of your belongings were carried by somebody else, but you make do.

blackwatch, a covert operations secret division inside of overwatch. taking care of operations under the radar of the public, and even the private. the moment you were offered a part of this experience was riveting, yet anxiety inducing. could you really hold your own here? how would the people be? are your gifts enough for this team?

the late tekhartha mondatta was as wise as a serpent, yet gentle as a dove. his teachings and mindset brought humans and omnics to be like minded towards each other. he was the definition of pure harmony, no discord in his soul. mondatta and his brother zenyatta’s teachings led many omnics to a path of enlightenment, but never a human before. not until you.

10 years, 7 months, and 14 days. it took you 10 years, 7 months, and 14 days until you found a hidden peace within yourself. unlocking that enlightenment felt impossible, yet you proved even yourself wrong. this enlightenment…was different. it wasn’t like you had discovered it, it was as if that energy was in you all along, only needing to be unlocked. the energy, unfortunately, took a large toll on your body. instead of slowly draining your lifespan with this energy, you learned to channel that energy into 5 carbon steel blades. the blades bent at your will. they surrounded your upper body, leaving silver colored lines running up your arms all the way into your eyes as you used that energy.

“well done my child.” stated mondatta as he watched closely. “you have achieved a level of enlightenment that me and my brother have achieved. you are the first of your kind to do so.”

“we are quite proud.” zenyatta praised. you gave a humble smile in return. you loved the temple, you loved the shambali, you loved the monks that raised you as if you were their own offspring, yet you felt…something missing. partially full, partially empty. with these thoughts, you consulted mondatta, in hope for an answer.

“if you do not change direction, you may end up where you are headed. your destiny awaits you, whether you stay here or not. whether it be filled with harmony or discord.” he replied.

“but how will i know if what will be my destiny if i stay? if i leave?” you inquired.

“you have to make that choice yourself.”

a silence fills the air.

“do you know what you must do?” mondatta solemnly questioned.

“yeah, i think i do. thank you mondatta. and thank you zenyatta.”

“you are welcome, my child. now, find your destiny.” zenyatta stated.

one year later

adapting to everyday life hadn’t been as challenging as you believed it to be. yes, it was difficult masking your gifts in public, but you had your ways. “your ways” was placing your carbon steel blades in a fabric bag. not the best hiding spot, but convenient enough for you.

each week, you made a mandatory pit stop at the local grocery store to restock on supplies. food, medicine, and other supplies needed. the virtual cashier, xela gave you a sweet smile as she scanned your items. “that’ll be $54.38 today!” she said. whipping out your wallet, you rummage through, only to find $10 dollars in cash.

“shit. i’m so sorry, let me run outside real quick.” you apologize and run out the door. you shake out your wallet, hoping money will come out. no money comes out. you walk back in slouched over in disappointment. “i’m so sorry xela i can’t pa-,”

“your stuff has already been paid for, have a nice day!”

“what?”

“you seemed like you needed a lil’ help.” a tanned, scruffy looking cowboy says as he hands you the bag of groceries. “thank you so much, but i don’t even know your name.” you say, still in shock and disbelief that this man paid for your groceries.

“the names cole cassidy, yours?” he asks, motioning for you to follow. he gives a quick nod as you tell him your name. “why did you do that?” you question. “you seemed like you needed it, rough week?”

“yeah a little bit. how could you tell?” you sigh.

cassidy whips out a cigar, “your face tells me er’thing i need to know. it’s the least i could do.” he replies, lighting the cigar.

as you were about to thank him once again, you are interrupted by an ear blasting rev of an engine. you and cassidy turn towards the sound. two headlights appear in the smog, burning your eyes as you look at it.

“well well, i’ve been waiting for this cassidy.” a feminine voice quips. her southern accent adds a hint of venom to the statement. the second rev of the woman’s engine inches closer.

“damn it, GET DOWN.” cassidy yells, as he whips out..a revolver?

you grab cassidy’s arm and pull him into a large alleyway, hiding behind an empty dumpster. there’s an intersection in the alleyway, splitting off into 4 different ways to go. only one way is blocked off by this angry woman. shots rang around you, ricocheting all over the place.

“you are definitely not a cowboy.”

“what makes you think that?”

“do cowboys get into shootouts with crazy women?”

“this one does.” he replies with a large grin. you roll your eyes at the comment. “so,” you yell over the gunfire, “who is she?”

“elizabeth caledonia ashe, but the gang calls her ashe.”

“wait a second.” you pause, “THE DEADLOCK GANG??”

cassidy fires a round of bullets into the smog, none seem to hit. “what are ya, a fan?” he chuckles.

“no i’m just not dense. i thought y’all got arrested, right?” you asked. “we did, 6 months ago, but i had other plans.” he sighed.

“and what about the rest of them? did they have the same plan?” you questioned, confused on how they all escaped.

“..not exactly.” he huffed. “i was given an opportunity, and i ran with it. beats sittin’ in a prison for god knows how long.”

you both were interrupted by an object thrown through the smog. it landed right by your feet. it’s bold red color made it quite clear you both needed to run.

“cmon cowboy.” you urge cassidy up. “this way,” he says, pointing to the right of the alleyway. as you both run from the stick of dynamite, you are met with a shotgun infront of your bodies. “FREEZE.” the gang member barks. “I’LL SHOOT.” another member taunts from behind. a booming explosion shakes the ground underneath, causing cassidy to lose his balance. the man with the shotgun aims his shot on cassidy, completely ignoring you.

time slowed around you, you needed to make a decision fast. could i use them? would that be wrong? it’s self defense, no?

without thinking, your blades surround you as you lunge them foward. the honed blade slices through the incoming bullet, splitting it into 2. the bullet pieces falls to the ground. cassidy stares at your form, the glowing silver coursing through your arms, your irises even glowing a silver like color. the gang member looks at you with disbelief, but before he could even reload, his face was met with cassidy’s fist.

“nice hit, took ya long enough.” you joked.

“awh shut it pumpkin.” cassidy quipped, his baffled expression turned into a sheepish grin. your little banter moment was interrupted by something else thrown at you. you can’t tell what it was, but whatever it was, it wrapped around you and cassidy. a rope of some sort perhaps. two more gang members enter the alleyway, one infront of cassidy, one infront of you. the blades that surrounded you dropped. you struggled against the rope, but it was wrapped around you tight. the female gangster stepped on your fallen blades, losing your control of the sacred item. as the gang members inched closer, cassidy leaned down to your ear.

“link your arms with mine.” he whispers, his cold breath tickling the outside of your ear.

“your breath smells like whiskey. back up.”

“i didn’t ask your opinion, link ‘em now!”

you intertwine your arms with cassidy’s, confused as to what the hell he is planning.

“on three, kick ‘em to hell.”

“i was plannin on it cass.”

you chant together.

“one”

“two”

“three!”

cassidy crouches slightly over, your back flat on top of his. your body hoists into the air as you lunge your legs foward. a direct hit to the gang members chest infront of you. she collapses to the ground, rendered useless. regaining control of the blades, you cut the rope chaining you and the cowboy together. cassidy pulls his peacekeeper out of his leather holster. a perfect, deadeye shot pierced the gang member. you and cassidy huff a sigh of relief, catching your breath.

“didn’t think you could fight like that.” he says as you walk around the dead bodies, exiting the alleyway. no ashe in view, she must have dipped.

“there’s a lot of things you don’t know cowboy.” you retort, flicking the brim of the cowboys hat.

“you got an attitude jus’ like reyes, that dickhead.” cassidy chuckles, pulling out his lighter and cigar. again.

“who’s reyes? i’d definitely kick his ass.” you retort, a grin forming on your face.

“he’s…my boss basically. he’s all mean ‘n stuff but i betcha he’s ‘n old softie.” cassidy exhales, a puff of smoke filling the space between you two. you crinkle your nose in disgust of the cigarette smell. the two of you chuckle.

“ya ever heard of overwatch?” he asks, breaking the short silence.

“of course i have, they’re like ‘earths mightiest heroes’,”you air quote, internally laughing at your old movie reference, “why do you ask?”

“well, overwatch ain’t all the glitz and glamour the news makes it seem. they do A LOT behind the scene, out of the eyes of the media.” cassidy recollects, “but even there’s a behind the scenes in overwatch. like a..uh..overwatch’s dirty work you could call it. how do ya think overwatch gets all their intel, yet wantin’ to stay under the radar at the same time? they gotta secret group. this group, blackwatch, does everything overwatch won’t, but with no spotlight recognition or anythin’, it’s quite the life of you really think ‘bout it.”

“huh..i never realized overwatch had so many layers.”

“there’s some good, some less good. but i’m thankful e’rday that reyes saved my ass. either i joined his lil’ club, or i rot with ashe and her robot butler, bob in prison. trust me, you don’t wanna share a small cell with an 8ft tall robot.” cassidy states. you snicker at the comment. “it’s hell i tell ya!” cassidy yells.

“so, what’s it like in blackwatch? is it just you and reyes?” you question, curiosity taking over your mouth.

“nah, reyes is recruiting some kid, he’s missin’ a lot of his body, poor guy. apparently he can fight, but i’m not one to judge that.” cassidy solemnly replies. he stares off into the night sky, strumming his fingers against his clothed knee.

“i don’t think i’m ‘posed to do this but..”

he inhales sharply, rolling his shoulders back and licking his partially chapped lips before opening his mouth.

“you wanna join blackwatch?”

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steampunksilver · 7 months

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This fic was finished a while ago actually I just never proofread it but it’s posted now…!

It’s a short hurt/comfort Zenyatta x Reader (platonic or romantic) with only a little over 1000 words. Erm basically you comfort him rather than the other way around.

#overwatch #Zenyatta #tekhartha zenyatta #oh I should come up with a writing tag #eh I’ll do that another time #zenyatta x reader #tekhartha zenyatta x reader #fanfiction #overwatch fanfiction #overwatch fanfic #writingfromtheabyss

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gaycragula · 1 year

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The monastery was quiet, as it normally was this late at night. You should be asleep. You know that, yet you found yourself tossing and turning restlessly in your bed. Your blankets too hot, yet removed, the cold air nipped your skin and sent shivers through your body.

You sat up, running a hand through your hair with a low sigh. Blankets thumped quietly to the ground as you stood up. You took the few minutes it took to remake your cot, spreading the blankets flat, before going out to the small balcony attached to your quarters. Well, your teacher’s quarters.

#overwatch #tekhartha zenyatta #zenyatta #zenyatta x reader #zenyatta x male reader #smut

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colemorrison · 7 months

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You are my moonlight

It was often that you went on walks whether you had company or were alone but this time you had two omnics on either side of you.

“Are you not cold?”

Zenyatta asked, fingers moving to wrap your shirt around your shoulders a little tighter then it was. Ramattra watched you two interact, quietly wondering if it was okay for him to give you the gift he had picked out for you.

“It’s not cold enough to kill me, don’t worry.”

The taller omnic set something around your shoulders, gently wrapping it around your neck, it was soft and purple with some sort of embroidery across the bottom.

“What’s this?”

“I.. We wanted to get you a gift.”

Zenyatta readjusted it around your frame so you could look at the small heart and peace sign at the bottom. It was a scarf, with a small piece of both your favourite omnics.

“You both got me a scarf?”

“Ramattra came up with the idea but I helped execute it, we cannot keep you warm enough when it begins to get this cold.”

“So we made something that could.”

Your face flushed as you ran your finger tips across the soft fabric now keeping your body warm, Zen looked up at the other, but Ramattra was already looking at him. They cared for you, in a way no one else had but they didn’t quite know how to ask you for more.

“Do you like it?”

“Do I.. like it?”

The question seemed almost dumb, how could you not enjoy a gift from them? Especially when it clearly was made with so much love.

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Was it worth the wait? @ya-zz <3

#overwatch #overwatch2 #overwatch imagines #ramattra #ramattra x reader #ramattra x you #ramattra overwatch #ramattra ow #ow2 ramattra #zenyatta x you #zenyatta #tekhartha zenyatta #zenyatta x reader #for ya-zz!!

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ya-zz · 8 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…

#overwatch #ramattra #genji #zenyatta #ramattra x reader #genji x reader #zenyatta x reader #genji shimada #tekhartha zenyatta #ow #fanfic #overwatch 2 #overwatch fanfiction #overwatch genji #ow2 #yazzfics

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