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I come by to request...a fluffy satya x fem reader fic 👀

Where reader likes to play instruments like piano or a guitar while singing but one day got into a traumatic accident where they were no longer able to play the instrument and their voice is damaged and it eats them up inside 🥹

One day reader decides to attempt to play the piano/guitar ( your choice hehe ) while singing and its rlly difficult for her with her new hand/damaged voice but is still able to play their favorite music and sing along. Satya catches them doing this and her heart flutters bc theyve been friends for a long time and shes been rlly crushing on reader but was always in denial but that moment of seeing the reader rlly sets it straight for her and she applauds them before shyly confessing her feelings bc shes cute and blunt like that🥹

Reader likes em back obvi 😼‼️ and they start dating and now reader likes to play music or sing while satya dances CUZ URGHH SO MUCH FLUFF ALL THE FLUFF IN THE WORLD FOR SATYA AFTER ALL SHE'S BEEN THROUGH IN GAME AND IN FICS AHAHAHA

Fem Reader x Symmetra - Sweet Sweet Melody

Content: Warm Fluff, Slight Angst

Word Count: 2,700+

A/N: Our beautiful girl deserves some sweet love. Isn’t she just the most amazing woman! Ahhhh I hope you like it, I certainly enjoyed writing it for you <3 We love happy Satya!

She heard the melody, her head turning to face the direction. Niran continued to talk and walked on ahead, unaware she had even stopped following him. Instead she found herself following the pretty tune she heard. The sound so beautiful she had to see who it came from. She reached the room and peaked through the door, curiosity fuelling her mind.

There you were playing such a beautiful song, singing along to the tune with such a beautiful voice, she blushed. You were incredible. The song made her want to dance.

You abruptly stopped playing when you noticed her. You were embarrassed that someone had caught you playing. Still you didn’t mind so much. This girl seemed nice enough, if not a bit shy. You didn’t mind shy, it was rather cute.

“I’m sorry if I startled you.” Satya apologised, stepping fully in the room. “The song just sounded so beautiful I had to hear more.”

Her voice was genuine. She looked at you with a faint and awkward smile before beginning to stim with her hands. You watched as she did so, her movements reminding you of how your fingers flexed at each key.

“Do you play?” You asked, curious.

“Oh no. I just enjoy the sound. It scratches my brain in a way that brings happiness. I like it.

The piano was always your release. You loved the melodies you could make by stringing together a simple set of notes. Each note harbouring its own unique tune and when played together unionised to form a beautiful symphony of song.

“Thank you. I’m Y/N, and you?”

“Satya Vaswani. It’s nice to meet you.”

Since that day the two of you remained friends, bounding over your love of music and her love of dance. You eventually met her best friend Niran, who thought you had such talent too. He didn’t seem to come by often, but Satya did, enjoying your company as well as your melancholic voice and elegant piano play.

——💎——

“You’ve suffered some blunt force trauma to your upper body. It’s a wonder you’re still alive.”

You tried to speak but found your voice come out wrong. It was scratchy and broken. It sounded as if someone had dragged nailed over a chalk board.

“It seems your vocal cords are severely damaged too I’m afraid. We can offer you speaking therapy but it’s unlikely that they will ever sound the same again.”

Your dominate hand had been crushed. It was so bad that amputation was considered at one point, but after major surgery they managed to save it, thought it didn’t function the best. You tried to flex your fingers and found that you just couldn’t do so. How would you sing with no voice? How would you play the piano with one hand? Your songs often required both hands to play and even with one hand it was always your dominate. You tried to scream but no sound came out. It felt like acid on your vocal cords. You had lost everything.

——💎——

Since the accident you found yourself unable to do much of anything anymore. The delicacy in which you used to play turned into a heavy handed key mashing. You tried your best to keep playing the songs you use to, but found it was never the same. Your voice box too broken to sing the notes, your hand too damaged play the tunes. It was depressing. The one thing you found enjoyment from, gone. You would never be the same and it killed you inside.

Niran stopped by to offer his condolences to you, bringing you a hand written letter from Satya along with some comforting things for you. She wanted to come see you, but just got so nervous she sent Niran, which you thought was adorable! He didn’t stay long, he promised Satya he would be quick, knowing she would want some comfort.

“Do forgive her. These things can’t be helped and once she starts to panic, there’s not changing her mind. I just accept it and move on. Please don’t judge her too harshly.”

Inside the gift basket was a bouquet of hard light flowers, but not just the pink Niran kind, no these flowers were a mix of pink and blue. The blue ones were so pretty. They weren’t perfect, in fact they had hard lines and no curvature at all. Still, they looked stunning. The pink ones were beautiful, but if you had to pick, you would choose the blue. There were some other things such as tea, chocolates and surprisingly fidget toys, very Satya. It made you tear up with how thoughtful she was, and Niran too. The letter was perfectly folded over, with a pretty blue hand written “Y/N” on it, and a scribbled out heart.

‘Y/N,

When I heard that you were hurt I wanted to shutdown, and I did. It took serval hours but Niran finally pulled me out of it, with promises that you were in fact ok. I wanted to visit, really I did, Niran thought best if we waited until you were home. I never liked hospitals and we didn’t want to stress you more.

Niran started to make you flowers and I smiled at the thought of your pretty smile and I wanted to make you some too. They aren’t as pretty as the ones Niran makes. He makes it look so effortless. I asked him to teach me because I wanted to understand the complexity in which it takes, but also because I wanted to experience a bit of frustration. A frustration of being out of my comfort zone. It’s not the same as what you must be feeling Y/N, but I think I understand you a little more. Anyway, I hope they bring a smile to your face, though you probably prefer Niran’s…

I.. I’m sorry I didn’t come to see you today.. Niran always was better at comforting people.. I.. I’ll leave him to do so and I hope he did..

Satya.’

You wished you could see her. To tell her that you actually preferred her flowers. Sure Niran’s were gorgeous. The perfect shape, the perfect pink colour, with the perfect scent. He had been making them for years. But Satya’s? You could tell how much time she spent on them. Out of five she made, you could see which one was her first and which was her last. They improved as she did. The lines got a little softer, breaking her own rule of symmetry. The petals got a little rounder, breaking her own rule of perfectly straight lines. The flowers looked beautiful in their own way. They smelt like her too, her light jasmine perfume with hints of sandalwood. Comforting. You felt the love she put into them. She really did try, and for that, you loved them more.

——💎——

Months passed since the accident. You learnt to make sounds again. It never did sound the same as before, but you made so much progress. Voice therapy was stressful but Niran and Satya were on hand to support you. Satya struggled most, trying so desperately to understand what you were saying. It was hard for you to write given your mangled hand. So all you could do was make little grunts when she spoke. It was hard on her and she just never got what you were trying to say, always looking to Niran for help.

She often cried for you after the pair left for the day, breaking down to Niran about how she wished she understood. How she wished that she could find a common ground with you. About how she wished she could take some of your pain away. Niran would comfort her best he could but he knew it would take time for you both to feel better.

Several more months passed and you made great progress. You could form simple sentences that sounded semi normal. Your voice was different, the octaves slightly out of your usual pitch but it made you happy to come this far.

“S..Sat..ya..”

She was delighted you could still say her name. She told you as much, flinging her arms around you and squealing. Such a pretty noise. Niran enjoyed seeing her happy, it’s all he ever wanted. He had come to realise that a lot of her happiness now came from you. Something that he never expected.

“Does this mean you can play the piano for me again!!”

Her eyes sparkled with wonder, mind already listening to the pretty sounds of your songs. She started to daydream of sitting by your side watching you play, feeling her heart flutter and head sway to the music. Then she heard you cry.

“You’re crying..? Why?”

“Dearest, I think she’s a little sensitive on the matter right now. Remember how we spoke about recovery time?” Nirans voice was soft, gentle not to scold her. She had done nothing wrong after all. “She’s made progress yes, but she’s still recovering. You understand this yes?”

Her eyes widened as she realised what she had done. You were crying because you couldn’t play. Not yet, and maybe not ever. You were crying because she had brought it up. A reminder that you might never play again. She felt her body tense up realising she had hurt you, a dear friend who she loved as much as she loved Niran.

She opened her mouth to speak, but then you looked at her with such sad eyes, tears flowing down your cheeks. Then she was gone. Bolted out of the room like her life depended on it, leaving you to cry more.

“Please don’t judge her too harshly. She means well, truly. Satya never did know how to read situations. She tries her best and I think she just meant to show you how excited she was for you to recover..” Niran stood and went follow his friend. “She thinks the world of you Y/N. I’ve never seen her so determined to understand a person.”

This time you cried for her. She was trying so hard for you. It was beautiful to see. The emotions she must be feeling were probably new and scary. It was admirable. From that moment on you decided to try for her too. You would relearn everything if needed, but you would play for her again. You would bring a smile to her face. You would do this for her.

——💎——

The sounds of the piano rang out across the room. It had been another three months, but finally you got to a point where it almost sounded beautiful. The journey had been a rough one, but you wanted to surprise Satya. You kept it a secret, wanting her to hear you at your best again. You didn’t want her to see you struggle. To see you cry. To see you scream in frustration. You just wanted to play for her again, and now you almost could. When you began practicing for the day, you found yourself playing the song that you played the first day you met Satya. You started to sing along to the music, it was a beautiful song about unrequited love.

“When I talk to you oh, Cupid walks right through, and shoots an arrow through my heart. And I sound like a loon, but don't you feel it too? Confess I loved you from the start.”

It was a pretty song, it reminded you of Satya so much. You liked her a lot, maybe a little too much. You weren’t sure where she stood with things romantically, but If she were to date anyone it would surely be Niran, and good for her! Niran was a good looking man. She would be happy with him. He treats her right. They would make a beautiful couple.

“Confess I loved you, just thinking of you…” You pictured her beautiful face, her gorgeous golden eyes and sultry soft lips. “I know I've loved you… from the start.”

Then you heard it. The sound of applause. You glance behind you and there she is, a smile on her face, hands moving so fast you almost mistake it for a stim. But no, she was applauding you. Her heart fluttered so fast it made her light headed.

“Oh my goodness, you’re playing again..”

“Yes. I wanted to… for you, Satya.”

“Y/N.. I..”

She walked over, the sound of her heels making their own melody. She looked beautiful. Her satin black hair was up in a neat little ponytail, with side pieces to frame her beautiful face. Like always she was wearing blue, it made her gorgeous skin tone pop, the dress swaying perfectly with her body. She looked gorgeous. A Goddess.

“I have something to confess to you..”

“Yes Satya?”

“I…I’m crushing on you..” Her words blunt and straightforward.

You gasp and the noise makes her jump a little in surprise. You were stunned. She had feelings for you! Real feelings. True feelings. Of love! You stare at her in disbelief making her a little nervous. So nervous she started to doubt herself and back peddle.

“But.. you probably like Niran.. most people do and-“

“I thought YOU liked Niran.”

The laugh that followed was so cute. A loud giggle that sent butterflies to your tummy. She covered her mouth to stifle her laughter but she just couldn’t help it, bursting out laughing. It was such a beautiful sound.

“Oh, no. Niran is just a friend.”

“And I’d like it to remain that way, Satya.”

You grab her waist smoothly with one arm, your free hand cupping her cheek as your lips press against hers. Her golden eyes go wide for a moment, and her head goes fuzzy, before she realises what was going on. Soon her eyes flutter shut, and she melts into your kiss, loving the way your lips feel against her own. Her arms wrap around your neck and it’s a beautiful moment for you both. She softly moans against your lips making you pull her closer to you. Your thumb rubs her cheek and your tongue pokes against her, demanding that she open up now before you die on the spot. The kiss is broken by a certain loud mouth Thai man however. A loud and dramatic gasp that made you both jump, before staring daggers at him.

“Oh my, I didn’t expect this. So cute.”

“Niran…” Satya groans, an angered tone in her voice. “Get out.”

——💎——

A year had passed since then and you and Satya were so in love. She really came out of her shell with you, it was adorable! She loved to hold your hand whenever she was with you. She couldn’t get enough of the feeling it gave her when you held hands. Niran reported that she babbled about you all the time, even going into detail about the way you kissed her and how it made her want to explode. It was sweet to hear her so happy. Niran gushed over his favourite couple, heart often swelling when he did sneak a peak at you kissing.

You loved to play for her whenever she asked. It was your pleasure to grace her ears with your songs. She wanted to hear them all the time, not that you minded of course.

“Can you play that one song I like!”

Her voice so giddy with excitement. She found a new hobby to do with you. She loved to dance whilst you played the piano and sung your songs. For her it was the most romantic thing of all. She loved the rhythm in your music. It made her so happy to do things like this with you. You loved the way she danced for you, so fluid and beautiful. You could watch her for hours. Sometimes Niran would join you, though it was rare, Satya wanted you all to herself. Her pretty girlfriend.

If you were really lucky, and of course you were, she would teach you some moves, not afraid of getting hands on with you. There were light touches here and there to correct your positioning. Soft remarks about how good you looked when you danced like that. Flirtatious comments about how you learnt from the best. It almost always ended in a steamy make out session with her seated on top of the piano, lips locked with yours, a soft moan on her lips.

“Y/N, I love you.”

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