Zenyatta x Reader
(It's in Junkertown, for context)
"So.. where the hell do we go from here?" Asked (Y/N), who was sipping from an old soda bottle. Nothing seemed right, everything was falling out of place instead of in, and it was pissing them off. Rightfully so since none of their latest raids were going right. Feeling a cold, metallic hand on their shoulder made them relax as a soft voice started speaking, "deep breaths, (Y/N), let's take a break before you go trying to do anything else." Looking over to the beat up monk omnic, Zenyatta, they nodded as he took their free hand. "Fine, then let's get out of the light of day.. no one here really likes omnics all that much." Getting off their old, run down car, (Y/N) led Zenyatta into their garage, prepared to make adjustments to their weaponry. Chugging down the rest of their soda, (Y/N) grabbed tools and Zenyatta sent some he knew they'd need their way before settling beside them, watching them work as he casted a harmony ball onto them. It was quiet between the two, Zenyatta tucked against (Y/N) as they tinkered with many new things. "So, what do you think we should put in this time?" They asked softly as Zenyatta brushed their hair, "I think you should find harmony in the situation.. but seeing as this is junkertown, how about you use the grenades Junkrat gave you?" They gave Zenyatta a puzzled look, "how do you know him?" Zenyatta directed their eyes to their work, "I'll tell you later, finish what you started." They nodded and pulled the welding mask down over their face, spending the next few hours working on their weaponry.
"Would you like me to order food for us, (Y/N)?" Taking the wrench out of their mouth, (Y/N) looked over at Zenyatta then shook their head. "We can reheat left overs here, Zenny. I have oil cans for ya if you need them, I need to finish this." The soft clinks of the harmony ball circling (Y/N) calmed their nerves as they returned to work, smiling proudly when they finished. "Aw yeah! I did it!" Zenyatta helped them off the ground and had them walk around the workshop for a while before letting go of their arms. "Hey, (Y/N)? Maybe you should try to do another bank raid tonight, they're stacked this time." Giving Zenyatta an interested look, (Y/N) put their pizza rolls into the oven as he laid a map out on the table. Coming to the omnic's side, they leaned their arm on his shoulder as he put the plan into mind, all they'd need is for (Y/N) to put it into action. "Do you think you can do that?" Zenyatta asked while giving (Y/N) a side glance. "You believe so little in me, Zenny, but I understand why you're asking. After eating I'll see what I can do." Zenyatta took the pizza rolls out and set them on (Y/N)'s desk before ruffling their hair, "I do believe in you, I just don't want you looking like a half omnic after all this is over." (Y/N) could only chuckle as they sat back down, "that's fair, Zenny, that's fair. Do you want me to bring the meds you made me?" He nodded as he sat down next to them, tying their hair back and out of their face, "since I can't come with you, bring those instead and I'll take care of you when you get back." (Y/N) nodded as they ate, letting their thoughts mull over plans before getting up once their plate was empty. "Be safe, (Y/N). I love you." Putting their gear on and putting their gun in the holster, (Y/N) bumped their head on Zenyatta's, "I love you too, my strong robot man." Zenyatta watched them leave, hoping they wouldn't be crawling back with a missing leg.
