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Chapters: 1/? Fandom: Overwatch (Video Game) Rating: Mature Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Elizabeth Caledonia Ashe/Widowmaker | Amélie Lacroix Characters: Elizabeth Caledonia Ashe, Widowmaker | Amélie Lacroix Additional Tags: Overwatch AU, Western AU, Not Canon Compliant, loosely based on canon, Deadlock Gang, Original Character(s), Sex Work, Drugged Drink, Kidnapping, or is it Wifenapping?, under-researched american frontier, Other Additional Tags to Be Added, tied up and thrown on the saddle of a horse (non sexual) Summary:

A Ouihaw Overwatch AU in which Amelie Lacroix is kidnapped from her husband after moving to America with her husband and forced to become an assassin. Loosely based on canon events, but follows in a non-canon compliant fashion.

ANOTHER CHAPTER UPDATED YAY! Please read and enjoy :) 

Chapters: 5/? Fandom: Overwatch (Video Game) Rating: Mature Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Elizabeth Caledonia Ashe/Widowmaker | Amélie Lacroix Characters: Elizabeth Caledonia Ashe, Widowmaker | Amélie Lacroix Additional Tags: Overwatch AU, Western AU, Not Canon Compliant, loosely based on canon, Deadlock Gang, Original Character(s), Sex Work, Drugged Drink, Kidnapping, or is it Wifenapping?, under-researched american frontier, Other Additional Tags to Be Added, tied up and thrown on the saddle of a horse (non sexual) Summary:

A Ouihaw Overwatch AU in which Amelie Lacroix is kidnapped from her husband after moving to America with her husband and forced to become an assassin. Loosely based on canon events, but follows in a non-canon compliant fashion.

I love fan fiction so much because blizzard is too afraid to make widowmaker server 1930s mob wife but the fans are not

Here’s a recreation I did for a fic I read at 3am on a school night

RULES FOR REQUESTS

This is mainly an Apex Legends writing blog, but I will also write for and take requests for Overwatch, Genshin Impact, and The Legend of Zelda (all games)

I WILL NOT WRITE FOR:

• anything like r*pe, pedophilia, ageplay, shit or piss, beastiality, nothing icky at all

• daddy kinks, that makes me uncomfortable as fuck

• anything robot fucking that involves the robot having humanoid genitalia and being able to feel the pleasure, makes me feel weird and I don't like it

Anything else is on the table unless I edit this again :)

Before you request, take a look at this list of links for everything I've already written

I'm willing to write the same characters multiple times but you might alrighty find what you want in here

Headcannons

~Valkyrie x Reader~

~Bangalore x Reader~

~Mirage x Sick!Reader~

~Bloodhound, Crypto, and Fuse Kinks~

~Mirage x Wraith~

~Mirage x Reader~

~Mirage x Fuse~

~Mirage x Reader (Valentine's)~

~D.Va x Brigitte~

~Crypto x Reader~

~Crypto x Wattson~

~Moira x Mercy~

~Apex Masochism Headcannons Part 1~

~Apex Masochism Headcannons Part 2~

~Apex Masochism Headcannons Part 3~

~Valkyrie x Loba x Bangalore~

~Wraith x Wattson~

~Wraith x Catalyst (t4t)~

~Fuse x Sick!Reader~

~Crypto x Octane~

~Bloodhound x Fuse (nsfw)~

~Bloodhound x Reader~

~Crypto x Revenant~

~Xiao x Aether x Lyney~

~Wraith x Catalyst~

~Loba x Bloodhound~

~Crypto x Octane~

~Horizon x Catalyst~

~Bloodhound x Fuse~

~Mirage x Fuse~

Shortfics/Oneshots

~Valkyrie x Loba (Angst)~

~Bloodhound x Reader (Smut)~

~Bloodhound x Reader (Jealousy)~

~Horizon x Catalyst (Angst)~

~Revenant x Reader (Part 1)~

~Revenant x Reader (Part 2)~

~Bloodhound x Fuse (Comfort and Smut)~

~Crypto x Revenant (Smut?? Kind of??)~

I would bite him too if I was cornered too

Week Long Punishment

Chapter 1: Defiance

This is gonna be a multi chapter fic, so please bear with me. 9 chapters is the baseline, might be more, but definitely won't be less.

This also went through three rounds of proofing and I'm still not 100% certain on it...

Ramattra x child!reader (9-10yrs old//gen)

Word count: 5795

Syn: A war machine omnic and a human child... When you don't behave, Ramattra seeks to punish you.

It had been almost two months since you had wormed your way into his life, but right now, he was done with you. A disobedient child and a war machine omnic, what could possibly go wrong? 

Early Saturday morning, you awoke to the sunlight streaming into your room from the nearby window. With your stuffed bear snuggled up to your chest, you curl up a little tighter, not wanting to wake up or even get out of bed. Although you knew that you had to get up. 

Your father wasn’t as strict as you’d thought he’d be. You knew of him, what he was capable of, but you never knew how kind and loving he’d be. There were moments he’d scold you for misbehaving of course, but he would never raise a hand to hurt you. 

Ramattra knew about your past; the trauma with your previous family, so he’d do what he could to not inflict that sort of thing onto you again. His vocaliser would lower when he was mad, but never in a way to scare you. 

There was something about you that made him curious. A human child that follows him around, living with him, in any other life that would be frowned upon. He had begun doing human activities; cooking, cleaning up after you, he wanted to make sure you were happy and healthy. 

He hears you open your bedroom door and the gentle taps of your feet as you walk down the hallway to the living room. The apartment Ramattra had was small, something to keep out of the watchful eyes of those after him. Never had he thought he’d be living with a human child. 

“Good morning…” Your voice was quiet, still under the effects of sleep as you approach him. Ramattra looks up from his work that he had been doing all night on the coffee table. 

“Good morning, little one. Did you sleep well?” He asks, tilting his head to the side as he places his tablet down amongst blueprints and paperwork. 

He sees you nod lazily as you climb up onto the sofa, turning to face him as you nuzzle your face into your teddy. 

“I suppose you want some breakfast now, correct?” He doesn’t wait for an answer as he stands, walking past you and heading to the joint kitchen. The omnic looks at you from over the counter, noticing how you don’t move from your position. 

Ramattra silently chuckles as he puts some bread into the toaster, tapping against the countertop as he waits. 

The smell of toast wafts throughout the apartment and you lift your head up. Before you even get a chance to speak, Ramattra’s voice is loud. 

“I know. I will not forget this time.” He states, grabbing the jam jar from the cupboard. He hears you giggle. At least you’re waking up, child, the omnic thinks to himself. 

After a couple of minutes, Ramattra returns and hands you a small plate with a few slices of toast. The jam is thick and you can see the crumbs within the crevices of his hand. You know he’ll get irritated with that as the day goes by, but you thank him as you grab the plate, setting it down on your lap. 

The teddy sits next to you, Ramattra sits back down on the floor at the coffee table, focussing back on his work as you sit on the sofa and eat breakfast. 

The silence was comfortable, something of which you had grown to like. Ramattra preferred the silence over your ramblings, especially in the morning, but today, he broke that quietness. 

“Once you have finished eating, I need to talk to you.” 

There was an uncertainty in his voice and you picked up on it almost instantly. Putting down the half finished toast, you wipe your mouth and look at him. 

“What is it?” 

Ramattra notices the curiosity in your eyes when he looks up at you. His optics look at your plate, noticing you haven’t finished but he looks back at you. It seems we are talking now.

“I will be heading out in approximately four hours and twenty six minutes, so I need you to stay here for me, okay?” 

“Where are you going?” 

“It is work related. I cannot share that information with you.” 

“When will you be coming back?” 

He hesitates, for he does not know. 

“Ramattra?” 

His head tilts forward, optics scanning his work. “I am not sure. I will try not to be long.”

He hates it when you call him by his name, but he knows you’re not comfortable in calling him ‘dad’ yet. 

“Just stay out of trouble.” He asks, looking back up at you, noticing the worried expression on your face. “[y/n]. Do not make this any harder than it already is. I have to leave.” 

You nod, picking up your teddy bear and hugging it again. “I know. Be safe.” 

“I am not leaving just yet. There are a few more preparations I have to do before I leave.” He sighs, standing up and gathering his work. Now that you’re awake, he’s moving to his small office. “You know the rules.” 

He doesn’t say anything else as he leaves the room. A few seconds later, a door in the apartment shuts and then there is silence. 

The rules… Such a parent thing to do. 

Rule 1: No disobedience. Of course, you have your moments, every child does. You defy his commands to go to bed, he gets mad and scolds you. Every parent with a kid goes through that. The occasional backchat irks him, but you’re growing, trying to understand the world, so he’s not too harsh on you for that.

Rule 2: No acts of violence. This one Ramattra is certain you will never break. You’re a sweet child, one that wouldn’t harm anything or anyone. Hands and feet to yourself, but you are not a violent kid, so he never has to worry about this rule too much. 

Rule 3: No yelling. He’s never heard you raise your voice and he wants to keep it that way. 

Rule 4: Tell the truth. Although a timid kid, you would always apologise and tell him when things went wrong. If he hurt you, not physically, he’d ask and you’d tell him. Ramattra was still learning too. 

Rule 5: Do not enter the far room at any point. This one he emphasised the most. It felt more like a threat than a rule. You never even attempted to ask why, you just agreed and left it at that. 

You were left alone in the living room, a half eaten plate of toast by your side and your teddy bear in your arms. It got lonely at times, but eventually you grew used to it. It was the same with your previous family, but this time… it felt different. You felt the love and care that Ramattra showed you. You appreciated him taking you in, much against his will it seemed.

The tv gets turned on, the remote by your side as you settle on some old time cartoon. A comfort show that would always be on whenever your old parents weren’t at home. It’s all you would watch, day or night. The same episodes over and over again, it never bore you and the excitement was always the same. 

That was, until mid way through one episode, the tv switches over to the news automatically. 

An emergency broadcast. 

Null Sector. 

You stay silent, watching as the reporters spoke and wandered through the streets, avoiding any conflict that was currently happening. Null Sector was rising, but still a distance away that you were safe. 

Then the broadcast was interrupted by another, more threatening view. Those that had seen it before knew, the leader of Null Sector started another broadcast; another rambling of his liberation for omnics. 

The living room was silent but his voice, but even you did not know who it was. The screen was red, images and videos of omnics being abused by humans appeared on the screen. 

This was different than the last one. 

The leader was furious and he was making sure that the humans knew of their wrong doings and his cause behind the liberation. 

Not long after, it ended and the reporters were finally back in control, a look of shock and horror on their faces. You didn’t watch much more of it as you tried to find a channel that wasn’t showing the news, but no matter where you went, it was all over.

With a sigh, you turn off the television and head to your room. There wasn’t much to do in there either. You left your old home with nothing but your teddy and the clothes on your back. Ramattra was kind enough to get you new clothes once he realised, letting you pick them out and ordering them to a nearby drop off for you to collect.

Getting dressed and heading back to the living room was all you could do. There were no games, no movies, not even a collection of books to read. The apartment was bare, almost like he wasn’t staying here for long… Which was his initial goal until you came along. 

The day seemed to go by pretty slowly as you led on the sofa, mindlessly flicking through channels once you were sure the reporting had stopped. When you weren’t watching the television, you’d play some imaginary game with yourself, running around the living room and playing with your teddy in some combatant scenario where your teddy needed to be saved. Kids have a wild imagination, always will do, but you had to do something to keep yourself sane. 

Ramattra broke through your little scenario as the door to his office shut. He wandered back towards the living room to see you standing there and looking at your stuffed bear across the room.

“Are you having fun?” He chuckles. Ramattra sees you nod before you walk over to the bear stranded on the empty bookcase. It was high up, out of reach of your arms, he wondered how you got it up there in the first place. “Let me.” The omnic stands behind you, barely even reaching up to grab the bear before handing it down to you. 

“Thank you.” 

“I need to talk to you.” He speaks firmly as he steps back and looks down at you. When you nod, he continues to talk. “Null Sector is planning to attack. I need to go.” He was planning to attack. 

“What? What’s happening?” There was a slight panic rising within you. The one person, the one omnic who cared for you is leaving to go out there. 

He hushes you, placing a finger on your lips in hopes that you won’t speak as he kneels down to be eye level with you. You can feel the strictness radiating from him. “You have nothing to worry about. I will not let anything happen to you.” 

“But what if something happens?” 

“If you know what is good for you, you will be silent.” There was that commanding tone, one that made you shut up instantly, but there was still words you wanted to say, so you shook his hand away from your mouth to keep talking.

“What if you’re hurt?”

His hand grabs your arm firmly, but not to the point you were to feel pain. He stares at you, optics scanning your face. “Enough. Do as you are told.” 

Fear and panic rose higher as you stared at the omnic before you. “What if you don’t come back? What happens to me?” 

“Listen to me.” His vocaliser lowers.

“Ramattra-”

“Enough!” 

There was a short silence as his tone startles you, but you don’t back down. 

“I don’t want to lose you!” 

The grip on your arm loosen immediately. “You are worried.” 

You reply with a nod, tears pricking your eyes. “If… If I lose you, I’ll have nobody…”

Ramattra stares at you, systems working to make sense of the feeling coursing through him, but that doesn’t last long as he notices the time within his HUD. He has to go. His hand gently pulls you in for an embrace, slowly rubbing your back in hopes to soothe you. 

“I will come back. I promise.” It was an awkward time, but he has to see this through regardless of your emotions right now. 

“But… But what if you don’t?” You mumble against his shoulder. 

“I will be back. You have my word.” For once, Ramattra was surprised with himself. Making a promise with a human child was something he didn’t think he’d ever do, yet here he was, holding you close to him as you sob quietly into his shoulder.

He feels you shake your head before speaking. “You’re not answering my question.” 

For a child of nine, you sure were persistent. 

“I told you I will be back. My word stands.” The strict tone comes back. “Listen to me, little one. You will be safe.” 

“But-” You pull back, looking at him with teary eyes. “What if you don’t? What if you can’t? How… How will I know?”

He notices the tears, gently wiping one that falls down your cheek. “Do you trust me?” 

You look away, wiping your own eyes. “I don’t want you to go.” 

Ramattra pulls you back in for a hug, a tight yet soothing motion. He goes within his systems, making his body heat up slightly so he can calm you down. 

“Do you trust me, little one?” He repeats. 

“No…” 

The omnic sighs, clearly wanting to hear you say ‘yes’. His hand presses against your head, pushing you further into his cowl. “What do you want me to do?” 

“Don’t leave…” 

He feels a little disheartened that you don’t trust him, but he has to go. As the leader of Null Sector, he has his duties to fulfil. 

“Please trust me, okay? I will be back.” His voice softens, body still radiating heat as he feels you relax a little. 

You nod against him. “Promise me that you’ll come back?”

Ramattra hears your muffled request and pats your back gently. “I promise I will, little one. I will come back for you.” 

Pulling yourself back, you look at Ramattra, eyes still puffy but the tears had stopped. Holding your pinky out, you speak quietly. “Pinky promise you’ll come back.” 

Ramattra chuckles, locking his finger with yours. “I will come back.” He sees you smile hesitantly before he continues to speak. “Do not worry, little one. I will not be long. Just wait for me.” 

“Okay…” Your voice was so quiet that it was heartbreaking for Ramattra to hear. He had never felt this way before. 

He pulls you back in, wrapping his arms around your small body. His hold is tight and warm, comforting you in ways you needed. It’s like he wants to protect you, now more than ever… but it has to end. He lightly taps your back, a signal to let go which you followed instantly. 

Ramattra stands and heads for the front door. Before he even has chance to open it, he hears you call out for him. 

“Ramattra?”

He turns back and looks at you, cocking his head to the side. “Yes, little one? What is it?” 

You run up to him, teddy bear being thrown to the floor in the process as your arms wrap around his waist in a tight embrace. The sudden notion makes him step back. “I love you… dad…” 

The omnic pauses before his hands gently wrap around your shoulders. His systems flare up with an error at how tight you’re squeezing his tubing but he dismisses it, instead feeling somewhat relieved and loved as you call him ‘dad’ for the first time. 

Your voice is muffled as you speak. “Be safe… I’ll be good while you’re gone, I promise.” 

He chuckles as he pries you off of him. He kneels down, placing a hand on your head. 

“I know you will.” Ramattra’s optics pick up the softness of your eyes. “I will be back.”

The omnic stands once again and this time, opens the door to leave. Just before the door is fully closed, he hears you speak once more. 

“Be safe, dad…” 

The door closes and you’re left standing there. The apartment is suddenly quiet. 

There was still that sinking feeling inside of you of whether or not he will keep his promise, but you shook that feeling off and picked up the teddy bear from the floor. There wasn’t anything to do in the apartment, so you sat adjacent to the door, waiting for Ramattra to return. 

Several long and excruciatingly painful hours went by and eventually you ended up asleep on your side on the floor with your teddy pressed against your chest tightly. You were ready to lay there until he came back, whether that was going to be days, weeks or even months. 

Nearly a day went by before you could hear footsteps approaching the door. Standing up and staying silent, you wait. 

The front door to the apartment opens and Ramattra enters. He looks the same as when he left and the moment he saw you, optics flicking down and scanning you, he saw the smile on your face which warmed his circuits. 

“You came back…” You mumble, watching him close the door before you hug him.

“I told you I would.” His hand ruffles your hair. “I kept my promise.” 

He could feel you nod against his plating. The soft movements of your head warmed him further before he knelt down to your level. 

“Are you hurt?” You ask, looking at him a little worried. 

He chuckles, caressing the side of your face with his hand. “Does it look like I am hurt?” 

You shake you head as you look at him.

He can’t help but tilt his head, a way of saying he’s smiling. “Were you good while I was gone?” 

“I-” There was a hesitant tone to your voice. “I kinda just slept here on the floor waiting for you.” 

“You slept on the floor?” Ramattra questions. “You could have stayed in your room.” 

“I know. I just wanted to be by the door until you came back”

Ramattra feigns a sigh as he stands. “Do not do that again.” 

There was a small smile on your face as you spoke. “It’s okay. I didn’t mind.” 

“I do mind. It is not okay.” He tries to keep the disappointing tone at bay as he looks at you.

“I wanted to wait for you.” 

“You will only damage yourself if you keep that up.” He states. 

You look away. He was right, but there was no harm in doing it for one night. “I just wanted to make sure you would get home safe… Is that so wrong of me to do?” 

His hand comes up to your chin as he makes you look at him. His tone was anything but friendly but you could still hear the undertones of care. “Yes, it was wrong. What if you had gotten sick if I had come home later than expected?” 

You shrug. “This isn’t about me.” 

He sighs, letting go of you and standing straight. “You should not have done that, [y/n].” 

“I’m fine.” You look away, a little annoyed as you speak. Your stomach grumbles, giving you away. 

“You did not eat either, did you?”

You don’t respond.

There was an audible click within Ramattra. “Do you think this is some joke?” 

“One night on the floor isn’t going to hurt me.” You step back. “I am fine.”

“One night is not going to hurt you?” His vocaliser heightens in volume and deepens in tone. You aren’t listening to him and it’s pissing him off. “Do you think I am stupid? You will hurt yourself if this becomes a habit!” 

“This is stupid!” You yell back, hands balling into fists as you storm past him and into your room, slamming the door shut behind you. Ramattra is startled at the sudden change of tone as he turns.

“Where do you think you are going?” He follows after you. “You are not running away from me. Open the door this instance!” 

“Go away!” You keep your back against the door, a futile attempt because you knew he was far stronger than you. 

You could hear hands against the door, the handle rattling as he attempts to open it. “Open the door this instant!” His tone was angry, something of which shook you to the core. 

“No! Leave me alone!” 

Ramattra pushes against the door, your feet sliding across the wooden floorboards as the door creaks open. 

“I am not asking you again!” His vocaliser clicks once more, the frustration rising. “Open this door right now!”

“Go away!” 

The door inevitably opens and Ramattra watches as you scramble back onto your feet from being knocked to the floor. “Stop being so stubborn. We are going to talk, one way or another!” 

“No!” You back away, realising there is no escape. 

“This is an order, young lady/man! Do you understand?” Ramattra threatens you as he approaches you, the lights on his forehead flickering. 

You shake your head, backing yourself against the wall. “No!” Panic rose within you as he got closer. He was far from friendly. 

He closes the distance quickly, almost trapping you and when you try to run, he grabs you by the arm and practically throws you back against the wall. “Do not try that again. Stop disobeying me!” 

“Let go of me!” You try to escape once more but Ramattra wasn’t having it.

“No! I will not let you go until you listen to me, you little brat! You are going to listen to me and you are not going to get away from me, understand?!” The fury was rising. 

“Leave. Me. Alone!” 

The more you don’t listen to him, the angrier he gets. “I will not leave you alone! Not after what you have done! We are going to have this talk, and we are going to finish this! I am not letting you leave this room without doing that, understood?”

You shake your head, glaring up at him in your own attempt at anger, but it doesn't make him let go of you. Ramattra places his hand against your lower jaw, not wanting you to speak up again.

In a moment of defiance, you bite amongst the rubber part of his hand which in turn makes him let go of you. He looks down at his hand in shock, the pain indicators flaring up within his HUD and he just misses grabbing you again the second time. 

“You... did not just bite me, young lady/man! I will get you for this!” He stands straight and he is livid. 

“Where are you?!” He calls from inside of your room, hearing noises coming from the living room. “I am getting real tired of this! Get out here right now!” 

“No! Go away!” You shout back as you stand in the doorway of the living room. Ramattra stands at the other end of the hallway, approaching you. He takes one more step as you run deeper into the living room, but the omnic catches up rather quickly. 

“You get back here right now!” The lights flicker a deeper red on his forehead. “You either come to me or I will drag you.” 

“No!” You run around the coffee table and sofa, and he follows. 

“I am not asking you, I am commanding you!” 

“Go away!” You were quick to climb over the coffee table, disrupting the half eaten toast that was left there the previous morning. 

Ramattra groans, clearly annoyed that he now has to clean up after you once again, but continues to chase you around the living room.

He was quick to grab you, dragging you back to face him as he pushes you back up against the wall. His hand is tight on your shoulder, his other hand conveniently placed around your mouth to stop you from screaming at him. He feels you open your mouth, and Ramattra speaks up quickly. 

“If you bite me again, [y/n], so help me, you will be disciplined and thrown into your bedroom for the rest of the night! Do you understand?”

He feels your teeth sink in, pain receptors flaring up and a warning appearing. 

“You are asking for trouble now. I am warning you.” He tilts his head lower, tone threatening. He doesn’t want to hurt you, but you’re hurting him. When he feels you bite harder than before, he lets out an audible grunt, system warnings appearing as you catch a wire within his servos. 

“Last warning! If you bite me one more time, I will lock you in your room for the rest of the night!” His systems flare up as the wire breaks, he has lost movement in his index finger. 

“You are pushing it.” He tries to warn you one final time as he pulls back his bitten hand. 

You breathe quickly before yelling at him. “Do it! Then I won’t have to talk to you!” 

He's at his breaking point, you've pushed every button he has and it's clear you went too far, now he's truly fuming. He loses his questionable calm demeanour as he then starts to drag you over into your room by your upper arm. You can see you've angered him, and you've made a grave mistake.

“You’re hurting me!” You yelp, his grip on your arm tight as he drags you. You struggle against him, fear bubbling inside of you. 

“There will be consequences to your actions! You will learn!” He drags you right up to your bedroom. As he pulls you up, he opens the door and continues to drag you inside. No matter how much you struggle and yell, he is not going to let go of you. 

Once you are inside, he practically throws you further into the room before leaving and closing the door, locking it from the outside. He sighs as he walks back to the living room.

Ramattra hears you screaming and kicking at your bedroom door, but he doesn't care, he's already made his decision and he's going to stand by that decision. No matter what you say or do, he's going to make sure you stay in your room for the rest of the night.

He picks up the plate and the half eaten toast from the floor before putting them into the kitchen. The banging and screaming from your room continues well into the night. 

His hand hurt. He pulls out a repair kit to fix the broken wire, turning his receptors down so he didn’t have to hear you screaming and hitting the door. Once it was fixed, he went about cleaning up the mess you had caused by climbing over the furniture. Ramattra notices that apart from the mess that you caused by running, the apartment hadn’t changed since he had left, which means you did not eat for nearly a full day while he was gone.

He shakes his head, looking down the hallway towards your room, hearing your cries and the occasional banging against the door.

Eventually, it quietens down. You’ve made your way to your bed, sobbing quietly and rubbing the sides of your hands and your arm and your throat is sore from all the screaming and crying. Your stomach growls, starving for food. 

Ramattra wonders what happened to cause this. All he wanted to do was make sure you were safe, that you were healthy, but you lashed out. 

He notices your stuffed bear on the floor and picks it up, placing it on the empty bookshelf and out of your reach. 

As the night went on, when he deemed you calm enough to talk, he approaches your room and knocks gently on the door. 

“Go away…” 

He barely hears you, so he knocks once more only to be met with silence. 

“Please talk to me.” He softly demands.

He switches his sensors to heat, watching as you curl up tighter in bed. He sees a warmth radiating from your hands and he knows you’re hurt. 

“[y/n].” He tries once more. “Talk to me. Let us sort this out.”

Ramattra watches as you shuffle out of bed and stand behind the door.

“Go away.” 

“No. I am not giving you the option.” His hand reaches for the lock on your door, twisting it to unlock it but leaving the door closed. 

You listen to the lock click, staring at the handle. 

“What happened?” He asks, not wavering. 

Ramattra notices a hesitant step forward coming from you, but he continues to speak. “I told you there would be consequences.” 

“It was one night…” You mumble, taking another step closer to the door, the only barrier between you and him. 

“One night too many, little one.” He states, clearly watching you from his sensors. 

“I was worried you weren’t coming back.” 

“Yes, but, yelling at me-”

“You yelled first.” 

There was an awkward silence. 

Ramattra sighs. 

You look off to the side. 

“[y/n].” One final attempt from him. 

The door slowly opens, not much, but enough for Ramattra to see you through the small crack as you peer through. Progress.

“I was worried.” You repeat, hoping that he realises now. 

He nods in understanding. “Little one… You have to realise that the world is not going to stop if I do not come home.” 

“If- If you leave, I will have no one.” There were tears in your eyes again as you look up to him, opening the door wider. 

Ramattra’s optics shift, one of guilt as his vocaliser struggles to find the right tone. “I am sorry.”

The door opens wider and you stand there, facing the omnic before you. Hearing that you were scared just makes him feel even more guilty of his previous words. You were just a scared little kid, after all, waiting for their guardian... He speaks softly. “You did not sleep at all, did you?”

You nod in response. “I slept a little…”

“You should not have done that to yourself, do you hear me?” His stern tone comes back. He wants you to realise what you did was wrong. 

“Yes.” Was all you could manage to say as you avert your gaze. 

“Look at me when I am talking to you.” 

When you follow his orders, he stands up straight and begins to count the misdemeanours on his newly fixed hand. “You did not listen to me, you stayed the night up here waiting for me, didn’t eat, you almost bit my hand off and you were not going to tell me anything unless I forced it out of you. You do realise how wrong that is, right?”

You look at him, eyes widening slightly. 

Ramattra looks down at you, optics seeing the fear within your own eyes. You pushed him too far and you were not about to escape punishment.

“Do not think you are getting away with it.” He straightens before stepping forward and kneeling down to you.

“Listen to me, now.” He starts, tone threatening. “Never bite me again. You are lucky I had a spare part laying around otherwise this would be a lot worse than it is. Fix that attitude of yours before I slap it out of you, and you do not want me to do that.” He watches as your eyes widen once more, fear rising within them. “Do I make myself clear?” 

“Yeah.” You say. “I understand.” There was a sadness within your voice, one the omnic picked up on instantly. Maybe an apology will make him change his mind. “I’m sorry…”

Ramattra keeps his optics on you.

“I’m sorry for biting you too.” 

“That does not change a thing.” He states. Ramattra was still adamant on punishing you for your actions tonight. You had bitten him, much to his surprise, but the disobedience and shouting all amounted to the wrong you had done. Despite you showing that you cared for his safety, Ramattra was still the boss. He was always in charge. Whatever he says, goes, no questions asked. 

Ramattra stands back up straight as he speaks. “You are to stay in your room for the week.”

“A week-” 

“Silence.” His voice rattles though the hallway as he looks down at you. The small frame of your body was tiny in comparison to his. “A week. I will bring you your meals, you can use the bathroom, but you are not to come out at all for any reason, understood?” 

You nod, chest feeling a little tight. 

“You have disappointed me, [y/n]. You have to learn from your actions. It was either this or some form of unethical human punishment.” 

“You mean hitting me?” 

He seems taken aback, but he nods. “You will be disciplined. I am going easy on you, for now. Do not let this happen again.” 

When you nod again, hand gripping the edge of the door, he sighs.

“Go to bed. I will see you tomorrow morning.” He tilts his head at you, watching a tear fall down your cheek as you slowly and carefully close your bedroom door.

After you close the door, Ramattra is left standing there for a few seconds, he knows you're sorry for what happened. He knows you weren't acting like yourself in the moment of anger, and he could already see the remorse in your eyes. Your tone of apologetic guilt really shows you understand now and that you wouldn't do something like this again.

He knows you wouldn’t try anything, especially after the entire nights ordeal, so he decides to leave the door unlocked for now as he walks back to the living room to focus on his work that would’ve already been finished by now if it weren’t for you.

One week without seeing you, he knows it's going to be a long week, and he's not sure if it'll fully work.

You get up into bed, sobbing quietly as you curl up under the covers, your stomach growling loudly at the lack of food. The moment you realise your teddy bear is no longer with you it takes even longer to fall asleep and regret set in fast. 

The moment the clock hit midnight, the punishment begins. 7 days you were to stay inside your room. No fun, no games, no interaction with Ramattra or the outside world… 

What a long seven days it is going to be for the both of us…

Can I request some headcanons about Symmetra, Mercy and Ana with S/O, who, despite being very lucky, is extremely nervous?

Symmetra

- Tries to keep you off the battlefield at all times if she can.

- Nervousness leads to mistakes and she doesn't want to lose you at all, at any cost.

- You may be lucky but that means nothing to her in the long run, she loves you for you, not some stupid luck-driven life.

- When you are very nervous she makes different figures with her tech, trying to distract you from that mind of yours.

- Soft forehead kisses are a thing she does on her own without thinking when she sees something happen to you out of luck.

Mercy

- Look, she is happy that you are very lucky but seeing you this nervous about anything else is making her uneasy.

- Even with all this luck, you aren't even relaxed?

- Will try to ease everything with soft words and soft touches.

- Running her fingers through your hair, down your back just to feel you relax back into her.

- When you are on the battlefield and seeing you make your way through it with your luck makes her softly laugh.

- Sometimes sees you as her own little good luck charm but only on your better days when you are less nervous.

Ana

- Seeing you get by a lot by luck makes her laugh, but seeing you still be so very nervous makes her heart ache.

- Late nights with tea, listening to your worries and holding you close.

- Tries to keep you off the battlefield if possible but that is not up to her but she tries.

- If you get to nervous she has some lavender candies to help you calm down (if you don't like does... I'm sorry)

- Softly hums a tune as well

- Lucky may have gotten you to her but you is why she stayed.

- She loves you with your luck and your nervousness.

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I hope this is what you wanted dear ano,

so please I hope you enjoyed this little piece.

Can I request some headcanons about Symmetra, Mercy and Ana with S/O, who, despite being very lucky, is extremely nervous?

Symmetra

- Tries to keep you off the battlefield at all times if she can.

- Nervousness leads to mistakes and she doesn't want to lose you at all, at any cost.

- You may be lucky but that means nothing to her in the long run, she loves you for you, not some stupid luck-driven life.

- When you are very nervous she makes different figures with her tech, trying to distract you from that mind of yours.

- Soft forehead kisses are a thing she does on her own without thinking when she sees something happen to you out of luck.

Mercy

- Look, she is happy that you are very lucky but seeing you this nervous about anything else is making her uneasy.

- Even with all this luck, you aren't even relaxed?

- Will try to ease everything with soft words and soft touches.

- Running her fingers through your hair, down your back just to feel you relax back into her.

- When you are on the battlefield and seeing you make your way through it with your luck makes her softly laugh.

- Sometimes sees you as her own little good luck charm but only on your better days when you are less nervous.

Ana

- Seeing you get by a lot by luck makes her laugh, but seeing you still be so very nervous makes her heart ache.

- Late nights with tea, listening to your worries and holding you close.

- Tries to keep you off the battlefield if possible but that is not up to her but she tries.

- If you get to nervous she has some lavender candies to help you calm down (if you don't like does... I'm sorry)

- Softly hums a tune as well

- Lucky may have gotten you to her but you is why she stayed.

- She loves you with your luck and your nervousness.

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I hope this is what you wanted dear ano,

so please I hope you enjoyed this little piece.

It all started with a cup of coffee

Characters: Fareeha Amari (Pharah)/fem!reader

C/w: modern au!, you work as a barista with lena (tracer), fluff-ish, suggestive, romantic scenes, Fareeha flirts w you <3, first person pov! [Not proofread]

A/n: I love women. Muah; Im still working on those love and deepspace fics..im just so busy with college stuff pls :,( anyways enjoy 😋

The coffee shop was unusually busier today, I groaned as the sight of the huge line outside grew with each minute that passed. Why did my shift had to be during lunch hour? I passed by the line of impatient customers, some angry at me (since they thought I was a cutting customer), and opened the door, my co-worker sighed in relief as she glanced my way. It seemed we’re understaffed today..

“What took you so long?” She asked, handing me my apron adorned with cute buttons, one of them being a pride flag, which people stared at it rather than me most times. Lena was regularly energetic, but today’s demand was so exhausting to the point where her usual smile faded in the back while preparing orders.

“Traffic. Go and take a break, you’ve more than enough have earned it.” She tried to complain about it, saying how I needed help taking and doing orders, but I insisted, giving her a slight push towards the break room while flashing me a smile.

Hours passed after taking customer’s orders alongside Lena that I didn’t notice it was already 5:30pm, we usually close at 7 but since tomorrow was a free day due to a small holiday event in town, the shop owner was nice enough to change the hour until 6pm for today. I began sweeping the floor and cleaning some tables when the small bell of the shop rang suddenly

“Would you mind taking their order? I have to take out the trash and finish up in the back” Lena asked as I looked up nodding and smiling her way before standing behind the register, not noticing who was in front of me.

“I’ll take a small cappuccino and the last vanilla cupcake” The voice sounded so familiar..I finally looked up to see my crush and classmate, Fareeha Amari. Her hair was messy in an attractive way and adorned with golden accessories. She smiled while meeting my gaze, knowing I had recognized her

“Fareeha? From Calculus class? It’s been a while” I said, writing her name on the cup and starting the coffee steamer.

“I’m glad you remembered, although almost no one in college now days don’t even take the time to know their professor’s names.”-there was a pause, she fetched her phone after it rang twice, apologizing before continuing-“I’ve been meaning to talk with you for a while now” Fareeha thanked me before taking small sips in between our current conversation. While I finished up on cleaning, Fareeha sat down, scrolling through some videos or social media in general.

When it came the time to close, she wished me a goodnight and left, then I noticed. She had left behind a note, her phone number was neatly written in her lovely handwriting. I quickly dialed the number, keeping the small paper in my pocket. Lena’s girlfriend, Emily, came to pick her up, they offered me a ride home but I decided to walk, thanking them while heading towards the subway.

In the morning, I decided to finally reach out to her after a long night of debating it. It’s all fun and games until Fareeha finds out the name her contact on my phone is. Nothing fancy, just ‘Pharah’, with a heart emoji on the side. Sitting down on the countertop, I reached for my phone, sighing while typing..

“Good morning! It’s Y/n, how are you?” As I awaited a reply from her, I began to prepare breakfast while trying not to think much about the text. To my surprise, my phone pinged, ‘1 message from Pharah♡’. I unlocked my phone, my heart accelerating within the second.

“Hey~! I’m doing good, better now that you texted me..by any chance are you going to tonight’s festival?” Oh? The question caught me off guard for a moment as I finished eating. Yes, I was planning to go alone however, if she’s inviting me, I wouldn’t mind.

“I have nothing better to do honestly, I’d love to go, why? You’re inviting~?” I asked, placing my phone on the counter of the vanity while going to take a shower. As I finished, my phone began to ring; Fareeha was calling me. I sighed upon seeing it was just a normal call and not facetime

“Hey, I thought you weren’t going to pick up. And to answer your question, yes, I’m inviting you out.” I grabbed my clothes, leaving the bathroom as I replied.

“Oh~? So like a date then?” There was a small paused before Fareeha chuckled,

“You’re cute, if you want it to be a date, I wouldn’t be opposed to it” Setting down my phone on my bed now, I started to dress myself before replying to her

“Sure~! Does 5pm sound good for you?”

“It’s perfect, I’ll pick you up too, just send me your address, see you” With that, she hung up. I then texted her my location; going on about my day until the time came for her to pick me up. A sudden knock on my door made me realize it was already 4:50pm, she even arrived 10 minutes early..I got up, reaching for the door and opening it

“Hi beautiful, you ready to go?” Fareeha asked, leaning against the doorframe with one arm as I smiled, taking in how good she looked

“I’ll go grab my purse, be right back!” While gathering my stuff, the realization dawned upon me, she was flirting with me, like we’ve been doing even before yesterday. I guess I was too distracted or oblivious to notice

“Thanks for waiting~” Our hands intertwined, walking out of the apartment complex, and toward her blue McLaren, the sides had a streak of gold, it looked beautiful. Fareeha opened the door for me, though the ride wasn’t that long, in 10 to 15 minutes we had already arrived to the event. It was late enough to go back for my jacket, I would’ve never thought it would be cold tonight. Fareeha seemed to notice as she quickly handed over her own

“If you were cold, you should’ve asked for my jacket, sweetheart” I nearly melted at her words, holding her hand while grabbing her jacket as we walked. I couldn’t help but stare at her now glossy lips as she applied some lipstick while letting go of my hand, only to quickly grab it as she smiled, eyes wandering from my eyes to my lips.

“I didn’t want to bother you” My voice was but a mere whisper, still, it made Fareeha laugh softly. We soon entered one of the restaurants around the block.

“Never, in fact, I’d love for you to ask for my things. My jacket suits you well” I nod, ordering a beverage along with something to eat together as Fareeha continued to stare at me, almost lovingly. After eating with her, we walked around town. She wouldn’t let me pay for anything, even with us getting matching key chains for our phones.

“You didn’t have to..don’t tell me you have a thing for spoiling people?” I inquired half jokingly, returning home with her. Fareeha’s hand gripped the steering wheel while the other rested on my thigh

“Only to people I really like..have you gotten the hint yet, or do I have to be more..direct with my feelings?” She teasingly spoke, parking nearby my apartment as I took off my seatbelt, looking over as she tried leaving the car. I grabbed her hand, leaning towards her

“What is it that you truly desire then? Go on, I’m all ears” A cocky smile appeared on her face, making me falter my grip when suddenly, Fareeha took hold of my hands, pushing me slowly against my seat.

“You hate it when I tease you yet..you’re out here playing games with me, honey”

“Okay and~? What’re you gonna do about it? Her lips crashed onto mine like a dream. It was as if tonight everything came to light. My hands caressed her face softly, leaning more into the kiss while Fareeha grabbed my hair, gently tugging it after parting away

“What~? Don’t tell me you’re speechless now?” I chuckled, my hand in hers; soon we left her car, upon arriving to my apartment, I kissed her goodnight. I couldn’t help but think of Fareeha throughout the entire night.

Months passed by, and I can proudly sat that my relationship with her has grown. To the point of moving in together a few months after she asked me to be her girlfriend. I was currently making breakfast, looking out the window to see the sky during the early afternoon. Hands suddenly wrapped around my waist as I smiled

“Good afternoon my love, sleep well?” Fareeha nodded gently, kissing my cheek while grabbing some orange juice from the fridge.

“Mhm, I never thought my dreams of having a life with you would become real, not that I’m complaining” She smiled, taking two glasses of orange-printed cups and pouring juice. At good timing too since I was done with breakfast. We sat together in the dinning table; Fareeha read the newspaper as I scrolled through some social media

“Hey, didn’t you say you wanted to visit the botanical garden last week?” She said, breaking the comfortable silence while taking our dishes back to the kitchen

“Yes, but, don’t you have to call and reserve beforehand? It’s not like we can show up without anything” Fareeha chuckled, after washing our plates, she went towards our shared bedroom and took out an envelope. Inside were two tickets for the garden

“You didn’t think I already planned ahead, right~?” I smiled, wrapping my arms around her as a small ‘thank you’. I couldn’t help but admire her eyes, the way her hair fell down onto her face…

“You’re staring..do I have something?” She looked concerned but I just laughed, kissing her softly, almost catching her off guard. Her hands quickly traveled towards my waist

“I just like staring at you, my beautiful girlfriend”

Omnics and Gender

I've always imagined that after "The Awakening," lots of bigots insisted on calling omnics "it." I mean, of course they aren't biologically any gender.

So here are some headcannons on how I think some of my favorite omnics came to realize what they identify as.

Zenyatta and Ramattra: I think it's called "gender apathetic"? They don't care what pronouns someone uses for them. He, she, they. As long as it's not used as an insult or in a negative way. Humans tend to assume he/him pronouns for both of them, and they just kinda except that.

B.O.B: my hc is that he was some sort or construction or heavy labor worker. Hence why he's so freaking huge. After gaining sentience, he got a job as a butler. Maybe used his paychecks to get that mustache and abs that really sells him as male. Even though he has a gentle side (often only shown to Ashe), he still loves to fight, shoot, punch, run, and all that stuff. Also, in the Reunion short, Ashe says she's gonna rebuild Bob. I think this confirms that he doesn't mind being modified in such ways.

Orisa and Bastion: I couldn't find a human equivalent for this. Basically when Bastion woke up in that forest, and Orisa was brought to life, the first pronouns they heard assigned to them is what they adopted as their gender. Of course Efi built a GIRL robot. Girls rule, boys drool, after all. And I like to think that Torbjorn's wife, Ingrid, gave Bastion the idea of being male, insisting Torbjorn stop calling him "it."

Echo: pretty simple. In the simplest if terms, She's a copy of a woman that really existed. Therefore, she must also be a woman.

Lynx Seventeen: canon gender neutral. After Awakening, they kept thinking they HAD to pick male or female. But neither felt right. So after much time being indecisive and bouncing between pronouns, they probably saw a ted talk or a seminar talking about it and discovered their prounouns.

Maximillen: chose to present as male for no other reason then he noticed that in the line of work he wanted to do (illegal shit), women weren't always respected. He didn't want to have to deal with the injustice of being an omnic AND a woman. If he ever faces justice, he 100% will be putting on a wig to try to get sent to a female prison.

Luna: always had very feminine tastes. When she first started wearing dresses and designing her "hair," the only attention she got was from bigots telling her she's not a real woman or perverts with an omnic fetish. So she took up singing to express herself. Despite what a lot of people think, an omnic can't just install a new voice and suddenly know how to sing. It took just as much time, dedication, and passion to train her voice as a human would. Now she is the main act, artists and celebrities around the world come to see her, and she is the realest woman in every room.

Omnics and Sexuality

I've posted about omnic characters' gender identity, so now let's talk about sexuality. I know lots of fanartist and fanfiction writers will give them genitals or make it so that playing with their wires will achieve something like an orgasm. My hc is that omnics can't feel physical pain or pleasure. Some like the emotional closeness of sex acts, some have no strong feelings about it and will do it for their partners' sake, some are actively grossed out by it, and everywhere else on the sexuality spectrum.

Zenyatta: Maybe Demisexual or Asexual. If my memory of the lore is correct, him becoming a wandering guru meant that he is not officially a monk anymore? So if he wanted to, he could try intimacy. But I hc that he's never really thought about it or experienced a want for that sort of intimacy. So, at this point in his life, his sexuality is very undefined. I don't think he's even seen a human naked. His anatomy knowledge is that guys have a penis, girls have vaginas. What actually are these things? No idea!

Ramattra: would die before having a human partner. So I hc that his sexuality would just be a copy of his omnic partner's. If taking off their clothes and touching each other is what they need to feel connected, Ramattra will oblige. If physical intimacy is completely out of the question, that's great. As long as they can still cuddle, hug, and hold hands.

Bastion and Orisa: despite being war machines created for combat and bloodshed, I hc they are mentally very young and probably don't understand what sex is. Maybe in a couple years, they'll mature and do some self-discovery. But right now, they have no more sexuality then a human child does.

Lynx Seventeen: Pansexual. Attracted to confidence, reliability, generosity, and loyalty. When their partner, omnic or human, trusts them enough to be vulnerable and intimate with them, they take it VERY seriously. With an omnic partner, they will ask 20 questions about how best to satisfy and make them feel loved. With a human partner, they take it as a mission of utmost importance to figure out how to give this particular human the best orgasm of their life. Lynx will have a stopwatch in one hand and a spreadsheet on the nightstand, archiving data on what actions get the desired responses. After they shatter your world, be prepared to take a survey on how good it was for you.

Bob: idk if there's a word for it, but he is attracted to femininity, regardless of the actual gender or gender identity of the person. On omnic rocking heels and a backless dress? Yes, please. A male human with makeup on point and nails perfect for running down his body? So sexy. A tiny waist to grab onto? Long, slender legs? Soft, sweet hair? Be still, my beating heart!

Luna: bisexual. Sees beauty in masculinity and feminity. Her type is short, sweet, energetic, and friendly. LOVES a short king that isn't scared to let her take charge. Has to be good with PDA and lovey-dovey stuff.

Maximillen: Straight. Wants feminine women. Considers it an ego boost to be the one to enjoy a beautiful woman, and be chosen by her over a male human.

I think omnics would be very close to the LGBT+ community because they both experience similar hate and being told how to live or identify.

Overwatch characters watching your kid

I've been thinking about writing some silly short stories about OW characters getting stuck watching someone's kid, but I figured I would make this guide for my headcannon for the kind of babysitter each of them would be.

Brigitte and Reinhardt would make you the most nervous with their methods. Lots of rough-housing, throwing them around and into the air, giving your kid sugar, letting them climb things, and overall just encouraging mayhem and rule-breaking. "You mom/dad doesn't let you do this at home? Well, they're not here, are they?" Your kid will come home thoroughly exhausted, but bitter about you not being as fun as they are.

Orisa would make the same mistakes as Brigitte and Reinhardt, but more out of ignorance and inexperience. Like letting your kid stay up too late, because she doesn't understand why going to bed at a decent time is important, or feeding them something that makes them sick because that's what they said they wanted to eat. Unintentionally lets your kid walk all over her, but once you teach her how it's done, she'll be your go-to option when you need a break.

Zenyatta would be so intrigued by the natural imagination and curiosity of children. He'd provide lots of different toys, art supplies, and time for unrestricted and uninstructed play. A one-man enrichment program. Just don't try to tell him there are boy toys and girls toys. Your kid will be allowed to play with whatever they want. He would also unironically have a blast playing pretend with dolls or action figures. I'm talking a 25-part narrative with backstories, lore, worldbuilding, and an Endgame-style final conflict.

Genji, Kiriko, Tracer, and B.O.B would be the kings and queens of "don't tell your parents." Extra screen-time, taking them out for ice cream, staying up a little later then their normal bedtime, etc. What I would call "a healthy amount of rule-breaking." They have everyone else convinced they are Responsible™ but you can't help noticing that your kid is always excited to hangout with them.

Ana and Torbjorn could be depended on the same way you can trust grandma and grandpa. They've had kids, so they know all the tips, tricks, and games to keep your kid clean, fed, safe, and happy. Just don't tell them some dumb shit like "organic, non-gmo fruits only." Your kid will be eating bananas from the supermarket like everyone else. But for more sensible rules, even the ones they don't agree with, they will follow them.

Echo will make you fill out a 200-question survey and write an essay on how you want your kid cared for. She will follow every instruction down to the letter, and send you updates every 30 minutes. If your kid sneezes, she will call you to ask about it. The downside is your kid will probably hate her for being such a rules monger.

Baptiste, Illari, Lucio, and Sojourn would try so hard to be responsible and follow your instructions, but puppy-eyes work on them 80% of the time. Your home will look like a warzone when you get back, but they'll help you clean up.

Lifeweaver, Pharah, Mei, and Zarya would get a whiff of that specific smell babies have that makes your DNA scream at you to make one yourself. They would be the sweetest, most gentle caretakers on this list. They'll spend most of the time snuggling on the couch, watching T.V. and drinking hot coco. Would let your kid give them a makeover, paint their nails, and play with their hair. Would read to and rock them to sleep, tuck them in really snug. They'd probably look forward to seeing your kid again, and every time you happen upon one of them, they'll only ask what's going on with the kiddo.

Sombra, Symmetra, and Widowmaker would rather be water-boarded then spend five minutes with those sticky-fingered cunt goblins you call kids.

Ashe, Hanzo, and Winston would happily agree to babysit for you, thinking they will be serviceable at it. How hard could it be? Then an hour later they call you, on the verge of a nervous breakdown, and beg you to come back, because your kid is crying or throwing a tantrum. They definitely have the potential to be great caretakers, but they would need someone to walk them through it at first.

Bastion and Sigma definitely WANT to give babysitting a try, but they understand why that's probably not a safe idea. They would question your intelligence if you asked them.

Cassidy and D.va would take your kid to McDonalds or somewhere else with else with a play-place, and let them go wild while they sit on a bench nearby. They will do the bare minimum amount of work to keep your kid alive, because they have better things to do. Would only babysit as a favor for you if no one else is available.

Mercy is married to her work, and Ramattra is dedicated to his mission. If you somehow convince them to watch your kid for even a single hour, they'll set-up a playpen with whatever toys they like, toss in a sippy cup and snack every now and then, and ignore their existence while they do their usual business.

Doomfist, Moira, Reaper, and Soldier: 76 would tape your kid to a chair the first time it annoys them. I know there's the fandom joke of S76 being the dad of the team, but he's always come off as grumpy and impatient to me.

Your kid would love the junkers (Junker Queen, Junkrat, Roadhog, Wrecking Ball) for all the wrong reasons. They would teach your kid how to make a grenade launcher out of plastic bottles and rubber bands, 37 new swear words, and how to punch people in the throat. Unless you want to get a call from the school about your kid blowing up the chemistry room, I would choose literally anyone else to babysit.

Mauga would use your kids to get dates. He'll take your daughter to a dance class and talk to any single parents about how much of a family man he is and how difficult being a single dad. He'll take your son to play catch in a park so he has an excuse to take his shirt off and flex his muscles. He'll coach your kid to walk up to someone and say, "my uncle thinks your pretty, so maybe you can play with us."