MultiFandon Fluff Oneshots

Snowy Confessions (Tekhartha Zenyatta x M!Reader)

Pairing: Zenyatta x Male Reader
Warnings: Little mention of death (grandparents passing away), very little dialogue

The snow crunched under your feet as you walked through the small village. You had heard word one of your old friends was coming through and you were heading to meet them at the entrance. Your jacket sat heavy on your shoulders, the fur lining it keeping you warm despite the biting wind.

Some of the other villagers stopped you to talk to you for a moment. You didn't mind- you were well acquainted with everyone who lived in the small village. A majority of them were generational, their homes passed down to them from their parents who had it given to them by their parents and so on.

Your grandparents had given you the small home after they passed. You'd seen them a couple times throughout your childhood, your parents didn't really go far out of their way to see them but, once you were an adult, you started going out to see them more and more. It's where you'd first met the omnic.

Tekartha Zenyatta.

It was a warm, summer day. You were out on the porch of the home, chatting with your grandparents. It wasn't unusual for others to stop by for a conversation or even for a quick drink. You had heard news that there was a newcomer to the village, another elderly couple had stopped by and asked your grandparents if they'd seen him yet. It had struck you as odd. No one normally stopped by unless they had family here.

Your grandparents had gone inside to cool down, the summer sun a little too hot for them while you decided to sit outside a bit longer. It was then that the omnic stopped by. He introduced himself, not as his name, no, but as a wandering monk. His voice had this calming hum to it and you found yourself drawn to it.

He conversed with you, asking you about the small village and yourself yet wouldn't answer any questions you asked with actual answers, only other questions. Despite that, you enjoyed talking with him and you assumed he felt the same since he came back multiple times. It always was when you were visiting, like he knew when you were and weren't there. You suspected your grandparents were somehow contacting him.

Over the years, you grew closer and closer to him. He had finally told you his name after the fourth or fifth time speaking to him. Tekhartha Zenyatta. The name was familiar and you only realized why it was familiar after he had left. He was THE Tekhartha Zenyatta. You're not sure how you didn't realize earlier.

His stays were short lived but they always felt months long and you always anticipated his visits. He'd actually invited you to travel with him a couple times, both of which you politely denied, telling him you'd like to spend as much time with your grandparents before they inevitably passed.

Zenyatta was always understanding and would never push.

The first and only time Zenyatta had ever shown up unannounced was after your grandparents had passed. You'd been organizing the funeral and had been so lost in thought you didn't hear the door creak open.

It was the first and only time his voice had made you jump, startled you. It was his longest stay as well. The monk stayed with you through the funeral planning and a couple weeks after to make sure you were going to be alright. You'd never been more thankful and you let him know, thanking him almost every day.

He always brushed it off, saying he couldn't leave someone in mourning. And it was around that time that it blossomed. This little feeling in your stomach that fluttered even at the thought of the omnic. It started off small enough that you felt you could keep it pushed down, maybe it would blow over.

You suppose you couldn't have been more wrong.

Zenyatta would send you a letter to let you know when he was stopping by. It always contained the day and time he would be there and he was yet to be late. With every letter, the little butterflies in your stomach would flutter about, reminding you of the feeling you were so desperately trying to keep pushed down.

Years later, you were still battling your feelings, in denial. But here you were, waiting by the entrance to the village, waiting for the omnic's shape to appear in the distance. Your stomach fluttered with those forsaken butterflies and you felt heat rise to your cheeks. You chalked it up to the cold getting to you.

You saw his figure in the distance. Right on time. He met you with an embrace, his metal lining surprisingly warm against the winter chill. The words shared at the entrance were brief before you were leading him back to your home, desperate to get warm.

Once you were comfortably warm, sitting in front of a fire with a warm drink in your hands, you both finally got to talk. Zenyatta told you about his most recent travels. From London to a place in Australia, all the way to New York. He told you of the people he met, the places he went.

Each place sounded unique, with different people, different cultures and mannerisms. It almost made you regret not joining him for his travels. Your face must've betrayed your thoughts and his voice brought your attention back to him. The same sentence.

"Would you like to join me on my travels?"

You took a breath, squeezing your mug a little tighter. "I would love to," you start, pressing your heel into the rug on the floor. "But I just," you sighed, all but collapsing against your chair. "I couldn't."

You thought he would leave it at that, he normally did. Today seemed to be different. "And why is that?" Zenyatta's voice was quieter than it normally was and it made your heart pound in your chest. You couldn't lie to him.

The room fell silent as you mulled over your thoughts, trying to find the words you wanted, no- needed to say. You swirled your drink in your mug, watching as it spun gently before taking another deep breath. "I have been denying feelings I know are there. I have tried to ignore them, will them away, and they just won't," you start, keeping your eyes downcast out of embarrassment. "I- fuck- I really like you. I couldn't go knowing I don't just want a friendship with you."

You braced for the repulsion, bit the inside of your cheek as you waited in the silence that draped the room again. You never once looked up from the rug that decorated your floor. Well, not until metal fingers cupped your face and urged your head up.

Zenyatta had sat himself on the arm of the chair you were sitting in, his thumb rubbing over your cheek bone with such gentleness you couldn't help but lean into it. "You do not need to hide your feelings from me," Zenyatta hums. "For I feel the same way."

Your heart skipped a beat and you felt relief flow through your body. You pressed a shaky kiss to the palm of his hand before letting out a relieved breath. "I didn't want to risk ruining what we had."

He chuckled, running his hand down your neck to rest on your chest where he could feel your heartbeat under his sensors. Your heart was still hammering in your chest as you tried to control it. You reached up to brush your fingers over the back of his head before pulling the omnic down towards you. A gust of air released from one of his vents when you pressed your lips against his cheek plate and you fought the urge to laugh. Seems omnics can get embarrassed as well.

"I would love to join you on your travels," you hum against him, pressing more short kisses over his faceplate. "If you'll have me, of course."

Zenyatta let out another laugh, pulling away from you to cup your face again. He leaned back in, pressing his faceplate against your lips in a kiss. "I would love to have you."