#emerzenji

This is the first time I’ve ever been a completionist for this kind of event! Please read all tags and warnings before reading any of these and enjoy!

(Note: Most of the stories were writen and posted before the cowboy name change. I will eventually go back and change them all but don’t have the time to do so at the moment).

Tranquility OT3 💚💛🧡

 “Hello, world.”

 Zenyatta reached down into the crib and touched the wiggling baby’s cheek. Wren wasn’t crying, but was obviously winding herself up just in case she had to. With gentle hands Zenyatta did a quick Baby Issue Check to see if he could prevent a total meltdown. Genji and Angela had only just gotten back from the mission, and he would hate to have their sleep disturbed so soon.

 “You have been fed already, your diaper does not need to be changed, and I do not detect any drastic changes in temperature. I believe, my beloved, that you are simply fussing because you are bored. You truly are your father’s child.”

 She is your daughter as well, Zenyatta reminded himself as he picked the wiggling infant up. He found himself reciting those words more often than his normal prayers these days. No matter how much Genji and Angela reminded him that the three of them were in this together Zenyatta still felt...distance. Like he was one step removed from the child in his hands.

  His child. His daughter. He was doing it again.

 “You should appreciate these quiet moments, my love,” Zenyatta said as he did his best to cradle Wren in his arms. Was she comfy? Should he go get a blanket? Wren didn’t seem to mind his metal frame. In fact, she was already calming down. “Soon your life will be filled with nothing but loud and confusing friends and family who will fight over getting to hold you. And perhaps a dragon? We are not sure about the dragon.”

 Zenyatta took a seat on the wooden rocking chair Ana had gifted them. ‘You will need it,’ she had warned them. So far he had only seen Angela taking naps in it as Wren slept, but he supposed Ana knew what she was talking about. Wren didn’t seem to care either way if her continued whining noise was anything to go by. He shifted his arms enough so Wren’s head could rest against his chest plate.

 “Sometimes,” Zenyatta whispered, “I wonder what Mondatta would think of you. He would love you, of course. And then in the same breath plan on using you as a shining example of Omnic and Human relations in his speeches. Then I would fling one of my orbs at him and he’d dodge and oh, you’ve fallen asleep.”

 Wren had, in fact, fallen asleep against Zenyatta’s chest. Would she wake if he tried to move her? Should babies sleep against not even remotely soft robots? Were there any soft robots out there? A multitude of questions filled Zenyatta’s head, but none were as important as his sensors picking up Wren’s heart beat.

 Somewhere between the tiny beeps Zenyatta slipped into sleep mode and dreamed of gold dragons and his brother standing on a far-off shore.

 ***

 “Psst. Angela. You gotta see this.”

 Angela, half asleep and bundled in her fuzzy bathrobe, walked over to her husband as silently as she could. Genji stood in front of Wren’s bedroom with a sparkle in his eyes and in a matching fluffy bathrobe. He waved her to come closer and as soon as she stepped into the doorway Angela saw why: There, sitting on the antique rocking chair, was Zenyatta and Wren fast asleep. The lights on her husband’s forehead blinked perfectly in time with their daughter’s breathing.

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Rating: General Audiences

Archive Warning: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: F/M, M/M

Fandom: Overwatch (Video Game)

Relationships: Genji Shimada/Tekhartha Zenyatta/Angela "Mercy" Ziegler, Genji Shimada/Tekhartha Zenyatta, Genji Shimada/Angela "Mercy" Ziegler, Tekhartha Zenyatta/Angela "Mercy" Ziegler

Characters: Angela "Mercy" Ziegler, Genji Shimada, Tekhartha Zenyatta, Torbjörn Lindholm

Additional Tags: Whumptober 2021, day 8: exotic illness, Sickfic, robot illness

Series: ← Previous Work Part 8 of the whumptober 2021 series

Chapters:1/1

Summary:

“Metawhat?” Genji asked, but Junkrat had already slipped up the stairs, gabbing away on his phone. He looked to Lucio for support only to see that the other man was focused on Satya once more. Alone in spirit, if not in body, Genji picked up his journal back up. He could try drawing again. Maybe a few simple sketches. Something to occupy his thoughts until they landed.

Below his skin Egg twisted around his thigh, echoing Junkrat, her words more felt than heard. No such thing as a perfect moment.

If there was one thing Genji was good at it was acting without thinking. Before he could talk himself out of it Genji's phone was in his hands and a second later a text to both Angela and Zenyatta was sent out. It was nothing more than a simple request for the three of them to meditate together later. They both replied in turn, and a few buzzes later a time and location was set.

In roughly five hours Genji was going to tell Zenyatta and Angela how he felt.

He was thankful that he couldn't actually throw up.

Points on a Circle Update! In which we learn about what Genji did in college, the location of Junkrat’s treasure, and the fate of the extra gym mats.