Could you write something for monk Ramattra/zenyatta getting cutness agression for their human? I can imagine them being greatly confused and playing it off by sticking close to them
Sorry for taking so long to answer this! I just started a new job and my brain has been dead. I hope this is close enough to what you were hoping for! I really appreciate the support <3
Take each of these as if the reader and Ram/Zen have just solidified a relationship. So they are still learning one another's physical and romantic boundaries.
The size difference between you and Ramattra once worried him - while he never had any intention to, the thought of accidentally hurting you always crossed his mind when you were around.
But you were never afraid of his presence, and reminded him of this fact frequently. To you he was not some R-7000 unit, a Ravager - he was just Ramattra.
He very much welcomed your presence, there was a warmness, a softness to you, that made you so different from other humans. Your occupancy at the monastery and fondness for omnics made you unique as well, but there was....something else.
When you would walk next to him, or meditate at his side, he felt an odd tingling in his sensors. It was always when he was reminded of your smallness, often needing to look down at you. He didn't think you were weak, no - your martial arts training alongside him and his brother was going quite well. So what was this feeling he caught himself in so often?
He did his best to ignore it, but then one day you were getting snarky during training, standing directly before him and looking up with a cocky smile. Oh he could only imagine how any man would become agitated and want nothing more than to wipe that smile off your face. But Ramattra? His first thought was to pinch your cheek.
"So much attitude in such an adorable little pet."
Wait, did he just do that? Did he just say that? He pulled away quickly, unsure of what boundary he could have possibly crossed.
"I-"
He wasn't sure what to say to the confused look on your face in response to his comment and gesture. Had he hurt you? Offended you?
You tilted your head to the side, studying his emotionless faceplate. With a chuckle, you placed your hands on your hips and said "Did you just call me an adorable little pet?"
Oh, now he was heating up. So that's what those mysterious feelings have been. And your current stance and remark was only further pushing his systems. He wanted to say it again, do it again.
"Yes. You are... quite cute at times, and it has left me feeling an odd affection." He paused for a moment, reading your face. "Does this - did I - offend you?" He gently places his hand on your cheek again, ready to rub away his previous pinch if you hadn't liked it. He was surprised when you leaned into his touch.
"Not at all, it just surprised me. I quite liked both, the new nickname included. But I can't promise I won't pinch back!"
Ramattra laughs, his other arm wrapping around your waist to pull you a little closer, before giving your cheek another little pinch.
"That is not possible on my metal exterior my darling pet, but duly noted."
Zenyatta was not near as tall as his brother, but he was still taller than you. He didn't think much of it, beyond occasionally grabbing something out of your reach, or being extra careful to not harm you during martial arts training (though sometimes you proved he didn't need to). Downplaying someone's capabilities due to their size was a foolish perspective, after all.
One day you both decided to try a new meditation form that involved holding each other's hands. Always gentle, he took your hands and rolled them upright in his palm, and cocked his head to the side. Goodness, your hands were much smaller than his metal ones. And quite soft, compressible, and warm to the touch...
"Zenyatta, shall we begin?"
He jumped slightly at your voice, not realizing how deep in the moment he had gone.
"Yes, of course. By the Iris, let us find harmony together."
You both remained still and silent for a few minutes, but Zenyatta quickly found himself focusing on your hands. Sensory meditation was not something new to him, but this time, his fixation was making it hard for him to stay calm. Despite his best efforts he could feel himself heating up, and hoped you were immersed enough in your meditation to not take note of his fans beginning to whir.
But it didn't stop there. Suddenly, he felt the unmistakable urge to begin squeezing your hands, perhaps rubbing circles into your skin, massaging your joints... he caught himself once, the rest of his body tightening in hopes he could pull attention away from his hands.
What would your hands feel like against his faceplate? If he ever found your hands cold, he could wrap them both within his own and redirect heat... completely lost in his imagination, he hadn't realized that he had begun to squeeze your hands, his right thumb beginning to knead back and forth.
"Zen, I thought we were supposed to still ourselves?"
Zenyatta pulled his hands away abruptly - probably the fastest you had seen him move outside of training. You laughed, reaching your hands back out to him, encouraging him to hold them again.
"It's ok Zen, you're normally just so perfect at staying motionless. I thought you might have lost focus."
He looked at your hands for a moment, contemplating, before slowly taking them in his again.
"My apologies, but I had never noticed how small and... precious your hands were. I suppose I could not control my urge to cosset them. I will do my best to refrain from such gestures."
You squeezed Zenyatta's hands in response, smiling at him.
"Please don't stop. It's quite comforting, actually."
Zenyatta nods, both his thumbs immediately beginning to rub small circles on the back of each of your hands.
"If that is what you wish, my dearest. Shall we resume?"
