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Why So Many Pretzels

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Zenyatta willed the energy around him, energy thrumming through his orbs at his thoughts. He waved a hand to trail healing from his pupil before turning back to the Talon agents terrorizing the small community he and Genji stumbled upon. He took a breath, his orbs growing cold with his determination as he looked at their leader.

Genji blanched at sight of Doomfist, fear began to tumble inside the cyborg next to Zenyatta. From what he had been told of their last encounter, it wasn’t without reason.

“I am here to help,” Zenyatta said and Genji relaxed, trusting his master.

Genji arranged his shurikens with the whirl of his cybernetics, his face hardening under his mask. He didn’t know how long the two of them would last, neither of them meant for such on the field combat. If they could just hold the line to let everyone evacuate.

Well, it would be a good death.

He drew that familiar sense of discord from inside of him, putting it into one of his orbs. It trailed from Akande and Genji couldn’t help but wonder what Doomfists doubts were, seeing the man flinch a little.

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Okay, but where’s the next chapter?

Time

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You eased into the chair, eyes amused as Zenyatta just tilted his head at you. His hands rested against each other in a peak and you tried your best to look serious and stern at the pressing issue that had arrived.

“I think this one?” you said with your eyebrows scrunched together, pointing at the nearly identical shade of blue to the others.

He gave a hum, looking it over before pointing at one in the paper next to it. Your eyes strained as you tried to tell the difference between them, finally giving up and leaning back with a groan.

Your hands rested on your swelling stomach, rubbing it slightly and Zenyatta couldn’t help the perk of curiosity that thrummed through him.  You pulled him close, letting him rest his hands on your stomach.

“I’m always amazed,” he finally said, resting his head against the swollen belly, “Of how beautiful you look like this.”

“I wasn’t before?” you said with a smile, a teasing tone obvious.

“Of course,” he said, “Your beauty just transcends universes now instead of worlds.”

Tears prickled at the corner of your eyes at that, Zenyatta gently holding your hand with his. You sniffled as he brushed the tears out of your eyes, absolutely awed by the adoration he had for you. Zenyatta helped you up, you smiling at the omnic.

“We haven’t even figured out a name yet,” you said, “Any ideas Zenny?”

“I have one,” he said, you had a feeling of which name he wanted to memorialize.

You smiled and agreed, Mondatta would be a great name.

How would jack and gabe (before overwatch falls) and present zenyatta treat a pregnant s/o head cannons please

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Jack:

  • Very overprotective of you during pregnancy. Does a lot of research on what is good and not good for the baby’s development and will make sure you are eating healthy, exercising enough, etc. 
  • Even when he’s absolutely exhausted from work he will ask if you’d like a foot rub or something like that when he comes home. 
  • He has had many sleepless nights doubting his capability of being a father but he’d never let you know that. He wants your pregnancy to be as stress free as possible.
  • When the pregnancy really starts to show you may find him walking in front of you a lot. He wants to protect that precious belly. 

Gabe:

  • Yes hello you have just been promoted to royal status. This man will pamper you as much as he can, it may even come off as a little stifling. 
  • He loves taking you around everywhere and bragging to the other agents. Usually gives them a look, then glances at your belly, then back at them with a look that says “I did that, lookit”
  • Makes constant remarks on how gorgeous you look while pregnant. Maybe he has a kink for that??? Who knows. 
  • He gets kind of mopey and grumpy when he has to spend the day away from you. He’d spend his lunch break just checking in on you because he just always wants to be by your side while you carry his child!!

Zenyatta:

  • He is just so… memorized by the whole pregnancy thing. He’ll probably stare at you a lot, reach out to touch your belly and try to sense the life in there. He’s like a curious little child!
  • He is not as protective as some may think. He is all for letting you do things as you see fit. He’ll speak up if anything may concern him but other than that, you got this. 
  • If it’s even possible, he is far more gentle with you. He touches you like you are made of fine glass and he speaks very quietly so he will not cause you any alarm.
  • He checks in with you a lot, asking how you are feeling physically and emotionally. if anything is wrong, he’ll give you suggestions for some remedies he has in mind but you are free to choose what you’ll go with. 

Take a Breath

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Hoping to have a sequel or multiple parts to this. Suicidal thoughts, mentions of Depression, Read-more for length.

You stared blankly forward, the sounds of the bustling subway whirling past you. A woman’s voice blared overhead from the dull white ceiling, muffled by the feet of the people bustling around.

A light came from the tunnel and your head tilted towards it, that familiar thought coming to mind just as a metal hand slipped around your forearm.

“Don’t do it,” a smooth voice came from behind you, your turning around to see an omnic floating there.

“I wasn’t,” you said, peering at his nine glowing eyes, “I just…”

“I just thought I could if I needed to.”

He hummed, his hands resting on each other as you looked at him with fatigue. He tilted his head slightly, raising it slightly with a thought aura radiating from him as he looked up.

“I’m sorry for being a pain,” you said, “Thank you for the concern, however.”

“It is no problem,” he said, his gaze still on you,”Would you like to get some fresh air before you go, clear your thoughts.”

You just stared at him, two parts of your brains competing. Something that sounded a lot like your parents warning you not to go with strangers but the other trusting his calming aura.

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hi friend gimmie some gud gud early relationships with dreen gragon and zenyatta

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Thanks Sarah, and I’m never letting dreen gragon go like,,, Genji?? Who’s he?? I only know Dreen Gragon. 🐉

Genji Shimada:

-Early in a relationship, he’d be a little nervous.

-I mean, he’s at peace with himself, but he’ll wonder if you’re really okay with him being a cyborg. You’ll probably have to reassure him a bit.

-Super sweet. He’d shower you in cute yet practical gifts. He wouldn’t blow big money on materialistic items, instead opting to buy you some things that are useful to you. You draw? New sketchbook. You write? New journal. You play a sport? Have a new knee brace.

-Would be slow to initiate physical contact. He’s kinda self conscious about his body when it comes to your comfort. If you want to cuddle, he’ll probably place a blanket between you two so you’re not laying against metal.

-Would take you to meet Zenyatta if you didn’t already know him. Might ask you to join him in meditation, but understands if you decline!

Tekhartha Zenyatta:

-Zen would already have to know you incredibly well to be in a relationship with you, so he’d trust you.

-Would encourage you to meditate with him to attempt to help any problems you may have, big or small, but would by no means force you.

-He’d call you some cute nicknames without really realizing that they’re affectionate terms. Most would be odd and simple, like “sunshine” if you’re extroverted. Something that describes you and isn’t necessarily an affectionate term until he makes it one.

-If you two are out on a mission together, you may or may not notice a healing orb on you at most times. Just sayin.

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Your eyes burned and you kept rubbing them with your rough mittens, snow had soaked your shoes completely wet but you kept walking in the subzero weather. Cold prickled through your pants and you absentmindedly patted your legs. Shoulders slumped you kept walking, no destination in mind but away. Away from a day that was supposed to be happy and spent with your family.

That was the assumption that all families were loving, that they loved unconditionally.

But that’s not how things worked in real life. You knew this well, instead of the warmth that others spoke of you just felt a growing sense of stress when the holidays came, associating everything with years of screaming and crying.

So you ran from your home, deep into the snowstorm. You were grateful you forgot your phone as you were certain they were bombarding it with calls to scream at you.

The cold bit at your limb as you peered at the figured coming into view, certain the cold was getting to you as you noticed one was floating. The snow seemed to part around them and you got a clearer view, exhaustion making your limbs fuzzy.

They both seemed to be wearing masks, one horrifying with fangs and the other dignified with a crown on his head. The one floating wrapped a cloak around your shoulders, you realising of how cold you were.

“I am Zenyatta,” he said before pointing to the other, “This is my student Genji.”

You introduced yourself and Genji took your frozen hands, warmth spreading through your body at his touch, “Come with us.”

You nodded and peace radiated from your body at that decision, with the exhaustion abating you were happy to be with both Zenyatta and Genji. You started to follow them, walking away from your frozen stiff body in the snow. 

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Genji tightly held onto the orb as he moved through the crowd, hoping to see if he could actually pull this off in time. His master would notice the absence soon and would recall it, Genji needed it to be in place for this before that.

He dashed past Lena who just looked at him with confusion and he gave a mock salute, looking for you. You stood there in the corner sipping some juice, unaware of the cyborgs plan to hook you up with his pining teacher.

He was tired of it, Zenyatta was completely enamoured with you but didn’t seem to have the nerve to confess. Genji understood, he truly did but there’s just so much pining looks he can handle before stepping in.

You smiled at Genji as he came to a stop right in front of you, his hand resting on your shoulder as he tilted his head with a smile.  He slipped something down the front of your shirt before you felt a tug, pulling you forward and away while Genji bid you luck.

He felt something missing and he twirled around, noticing an orb gone. His mind whirled with stress before recalling it, figuring Genji was being mischievous and hid it from him again.

He certainly wasn’t expecting you to appear right in front of him, orb straining against your shirt as it tried to reach him. He pulled it up and out, it joining the other orbs that twirled around him more frantically now that you were here.

He didn’t know what Genji had planned, knowing it was him as he told the omnic to wait here then promptly disappeared. Did he expect Zenyatta to confess, to finally bring up the courage to tell you?

“Above you,” you said while pointing up, Zenyatta lifting his head to see mistletoe.

You had your lips pressing against his faceplate, his fans beginning to stutter with emotions. His hand reached up to slip into yours, the two of you resting foreheads against each other as you pulled away.

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You had no idea what Zenyatta was trying to do, seeming to keep floating around the same area as if in a circle. He’d slip away whenever you drew away but would subtly drift back when you came back to that area.

You wondered what was wrong with him, it seemed out of character for him to be shy but you couldn’t figure another reason why he was acting like this. You just peered him for a few moments before leaving to find Genji, hoping that Zenyatta’s student could shed some light on this.

Genji just looked at you, amusement clearly radiating off of him. He leant back for a moment, hands tenting together.

“Have you looked around the area he keeps appearing in.”

You just peered at him for a second before returning to the kitchen, peering at the corner that he showed up in. Right on time, Zenyatta popped up there before you finally looked up at the ceiling.

You felt something burn inside of you when you saw the green and red plant hanging from the ceiling. Things clicked together and your mouth dropped open slightly as you gave a slight oh of realization.

You walked over to him while smiling, leaning over to press a lip against his cool metal cheek. You heard his fans whirl even fast at that, your hand slipping into his to pull him with you to somewhere more private where the pair of you could have a private conversation.

Or so you said but you seemed more interested in pressing more and more kisses on his face, wanting to make up for the time that the two of you had spent pining for each other.

He was just happy to let you shower him with affection, just as happy that you’re near him. You slipped your hand into his, ecstatic to share Christmas with him.

Hug Therapy Ch 13

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Today was the day that you were going to tell Genji the truth. It was strange that he didn’t bring up the subject before now. It wasn’t as strange to you that Zenyatta never brought it up. You assumed for obvious reasons that it wasn’t important to him. That partially helped, but mostly it let you stew over it for a longer period of time, making it more difficult to broach the subject. You really should have brought this up sooner. Now you were going to appear to be a coward.

You messaged Genji and asked him to come to your room. Today you were to own up to being asexual. He came promptly, which distressed you more than you appreciated, but you shouldn’t put this off any longer.

He entered, greeted you with a hug, and started wandering the room, looking at your personal things. Specifically, the pictures of your family. Maybe he was recalling the reunion. You sat on your bed and watched him, trying not to curl up into an anxious, defensive ball.

“Genji?”

“Yes?” he replied immediately, “Why do you sound terrified?” he laughed.

“Ummm, I have something to tell you.”

“Okay,” Genji said, more serious.

He sat next to you on the bed. That was supposed to convey to you that he was ready to listen. It made you tense up. You considered yourself broken, because you couldn’t fulfill a basic need in a relationship.

“Are you alright?”

You weren’t. But you had to tell him. In case he wanted out of this relationship. You owed him that after he was so good to you. You couldn’t look at him. The floor was better to look at; it didn’t have eyes and wasn’t capable of passing judgement. You wished you were blind, though. And deaf. And…maybe nonexistent. That would be easier than doing this.

“Genji, I’m…I’m asexual.”

“Oh!”

Genji sounded surprised.

“That explains,” he said.

“Explains what?”

You looked at him, your curiosity winning over your tense nerves.

“When you didn’t initiate sex, I thought you weren’t attracted to me.”

You placed your hand on his thigh.

“No! You are a beautiful man,” you said earnestly.

“Stooop,” he playfully begged, gently squeezing your hand, “I am so red under here.”

You reached out your arms towards Genji, and the two of you met in the space between you for a hug. When you parted, you had to ask.

“So you’re okay with this?” you frowned at him.

“My home is with a bunch of omnic monks on top of a mountain. Do you think sex is something I need to live?”

“Good point.”

Genji leaned back in to lay the forehead of his helm against the side of your head, causing warmth to bubble up inside you.

“I love you,” he said.

“You, too.”

“You know. I never understood the Japanese way of never saying that out loud. It was easy for me to drop that habit when I left.”

Your heart was buoyant, with the weight of admitting the truth having lifted. You also felt your relationship with Genji was more complete, now that you knew nothing was missing in the first place. You wrapped your arm around his waist and settled your hand in the dip it made.

“That makes me happy.”

Now that the hard part was over, you had the easier task of telling Zenyatta. It went more smoothly than even you expected. He accepted the information gracefully.

“And you’re not mad that I took so long to tell you this important thing?”

“I assumed you would share your thoughts on the matter when you were ready,” he stated evenly.

“Well, shit,” you replied, slapping your hand to your cheek, “I made a big deal out of nothing.”

You stared at each blankly, now that your task was over (at least, you assumed he mirrored your expression). You gently nudged your way into his lap, murmuring about having a long day. Zenyatta let you, resting a hand on your back.