#Yandere ramattra
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Do you plan on writing for Ramattra cause I have a lot of thoughts
my first full ramattra piece, i hope you enjoy!!
nsfw
TW: dubcon, yandere
contains: kidnapping, blood, injuries, fingering, human pet, mentions of reading being young and pretty, mention of doomfist/reader
reader is gender neutral
Drones whirled above your head, obliterating everything in sight. You kept yourself hidden amongst the rubble and searched for any sort of sanctuary. Most structures in the town square had been dusted by now, mounds of debris and glass in their stead. Running behind whatever cover you could find, you were fortunate enough to find a storefront still standing. The hum of lasers harmonized with the cries of warriors and civilians alike and you sprinted through the street. As noise began to taper off in the opposite direction of the little building, you could feel your heart pounding with you feet as you ran to safety.
Once inside, your hands shook frantically and you tried to force your nerves to calm. It was no use, nothing could relieve you from the horrors you had just witnessed. Without thought, you wrap your arms around yourself and collapse to your knees. At any moment, omnic forces could come barging through the broken glass windows of the store front and wipe away your very life. But you couldn’t fight, couldn’t do anything but sink into yourself and try to process the carnage you had just witnessed.
You shuffled yourself behind the cashier’s counter. that. Coins still littered the counter top. What had happened to the people in this shop once the omnic forces fell upon the city? Were they just far enough from the locus of the attack that they were able to escape? Or were they shot down by the drones that you witnessed kill so many others?
You remember how quickly tensions rose in the city once Null Sector declared they would incite their war on cities like yours. Next to Kings Row, yours was among the highest rated in anti-omnic attitudes. You had seen it, too, especially before the attack. People openly mocked the threats from the Null Sector. Omnics, they can only follow orders, how would they be able to win any fight against humans? You heard from a far away discussion amongst your coworkers. Omnics would never be able to gain the upper hand, that was the general opinion. Whatever empty threats Null Sector was spewing was all bark and no bite. Omnics were far too passive to make a move.
You were raised alongside omnics your whole life and had received nothing but kindness from them. Really, you had seen no difference from them to yourself and never quite understood the stigmatization. In fact, most were more sensible than the humans you knew. Sure, your family had tried to explain to you that omnics can’t really be compared to humans, and they were nothing but a liability - rogue computer programs. But you didn’t feel that way. The only thing their rhetoric had done was open your eyes to how desperate humans were to claim superiority over others.
A part of you thought maybe you were getting what was coming to you. For being complacent in a society that profits from the suffering of others. You were always too scared to interfere when insults or fists were thrown to those poor omnics who would cross the line in any way, dare to question societal norms. You were no better as a bystander than the bullies you admonished in your mind but were too cowardly to confront.
“What a pitiful little city,” your thoughts were interrupted by a metallic voice, “It brings me great pleasure to bring them to their knees.”
They were inside. To your right. Blocking the door.
“And with Talon by your side, you will be able to dust much more impressive cities than this,” another metallic male voice responds, “This is just a taste.”
You were surprised the pounding of your heart didn’t give away your position to the omnics just behind the counter. Metal scrapped against the linoleum floor as they walked past you, farther into the shop.
“I have grown so tired of waiting, brother,” the first omnic spoke, voice a bit deeper than the other, “To see these plans come into action…it moves me.”
He seemed to be droning into some monologue that dissipated as they continued into the shop, the opposite direction of the very exit you were scanning for. Carefully, you shuffled onto the floor trying to be as quiet as possible. Thankfully, their footsteps echoed louder than the fabric of your clothes against the floor. The door was right there, right in front of you.
But maybe you were too eager and grew louder the closer you were to freedom. Or perhaps you were just unlucky, and the omnics decided to turn around at the worst time. But you were caught, cold hands clawed into your skin as you were pulled up into the air by your ankles. You yelped, weeped, and writhed under his hand.
“Ha! And what have we here! Another bug to squash. Look at how you wiggle like a worm,” he was enjoying this, you were going to die at the hands of a killer.
Though you wanted to plead your case, your words were choked by your sobs. It seemed to amuse him even more, his laughter was like nails on a chalkboard with the way it pierced your ears. Fresh, warm blood tickled your legs as it streamed down from the hands gripping you. You heard the male omnic beside him scoff in disgust.
“Please, Ramattra, I prefer to keep out of the dirty work,” you look over to him and he seemed like just the type. Dressed to the nines in all black that matched the glossy black metal of his hair.
“Another obstacle in our path to freedom, brother,” he lifted you higher in the air and your eyesight lined up with his wide chest, “what shall we do with a pest like you?”
“Let the damn thing go,” the other omnic spoke, “It’s just a human, and a young one at that. We have more important matters to attend to.”
“No,” Ramattra spoke, his tone dark with intent, “This human would show us no such mercy if they were in our position. No matter how innocent or young they may seem, I know their cruelty. They’re nothing short of beasts with insatiable appetites.”
“Please,” you managed to whimper, “Please…I wouldn’t hurt you, ever. I just want to go home…”
Your pleas hiccuped back into sobs. You must’ve looked a mess, tears running down your forehead onto tiled floor. Your face as red as the blood that trailed down your leg. Whoever Ramattra was, he was not going to be your saving grace. The other omnic, however, might be the one to let you free. Even if only because of the fact he didn’t want to get himself dirty with your blood.
“Ugh, pathetic little thing. A pleasant appearance, though. I can always use an extra pet for Akande. He’s always looking for another toy to play with, it seems,” he was eyeing you, now. You didn’t like the way his eyes roamed your body like he was inspecting you.
“He would treat it too well,” Ramattra began, “A human from this degenerate city should be treated just as harshly as they would treat an omnic.”
“Trust me, it is not pleasant what Akande does to his concubines,” he chuckled to himself and your eyes widen in fear. Whatever fate you were going to get out of this encounter would be nothing short of agonizing. These omnics were treating you worse than a dog, debating whether or not you were worth keeping alive.
“I want it sedated. Then we will decide what to do with it,” Ramattra demanded as he dropped you to the ground, “If you obey, I may spare your life.”
You froze, leg pulsing and burning with pain around your newly freed ankle. The wound was open and blood pooled around you. Your mind went dizzy, everything was fuzzy. You felt drunk, your pulse quickened. This was it, you tried to focus on anything around you, tried to get a vision of the world around you before you bleed out. Nothing could come into view, but you could hear the omnics discuss something among themselves. You heard the hum of their voices, growing fainter and fainter as the world went black.
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When you regained consciousness, you eyes seemed to be sealed shut. But the stinging in your ankle kept you awake, you wouldn’t be able to go to sleep with the pulsating pain from your calves to the rest of your body. It was dark, wherever you were, and smelled like rust. Computer monitors and holo-images illuminated the room in a dim glow. You could heard the familiar sound of metal against metal behind you.
“Awake, are we?” Ramattra’s voice startled you and you jumped, “You may consider yourself lucky, human. But let me assure you, you’re anything but.”
Before you could react, his face met yours, his cold metal grazing over your warm flesh, fog forming on his forehead where you met. He looked like the visage of death himself, white as a skull with beads of glowing red. You stared into the dark slits of his eyes, mouth agape and mind running with ideas of how to escape the situation you’ve just found yourself in.
“Nothing to say?” you could feel his hatred through his gaze, like he wanted you to burst into flames.
You lips shutter when you spoke, “I’m sorry.”
You didn’t know what for, but it was all you could think to say. You felt more sorry for yourself in that moment than anything else. Sorry that you had been born and raised in the wrong place at the wrong time, sorry you didn’t die with the city you left behind, sorry you got yourself into this mess.
Ramattra growled in response, “You will be.”
Hands like steel gripped your throat, slammed you down onto the floor. Your cheek hit the ground and you could feel a crack in your nose before it began to bleed. Again, he threw you against the floor as if for good measure and you coughed out a groan.
“Your people have tormented mine for far too long,” he dragged you by the neck and pinned you against the wall, legs dangling in the air, “I’ll make sure you get your comeuppance.”
You coughed, blood spraying from your nose and onto the rags around his neck, “I’m sorry.”
He slammed you against the wall again and you felt the back of your head ring in pain, “You think that will save you? Begging for forgiveness?”
He freed you from his grip and you fell to the floor, hands reaching up the feel the mark across your throat. You could feel the skin already swelling. It was going to leave a nasty bruise. For a moment, you were able to catch your breath, but it didn’t last long before a swift kick to your stomach had you gasping for air.
“Go on then. Beg.”
“Wha-?” the moment you hesitate, you’re met with a fist to the face that knocks you back down, “Please, please, I’m so sorry.”
“Louder,” he almost sings when he speaks, lifting a clawed foot over your torso and threatening to put weight on it.
“I’m sorry!” you’re shouting now, as much as you can muster through the blood, saliva, and tears, “Please, I don’t want to hurt anyone. I never meant to hurt any-“
He pulls you up by the collar and onto your knees while looking down at you, staring at the mess you’ve become, “You humans are all the same. You spin the same tale, always the innocent victims of the world around you, right? Oh, you poor thing. How mistreated you are.”
You fall to the floor, unable to lift yourself up when Ramattra lets go of you. You’re tired, what little fight you had at the beginning of this encounter was completely drained. But it seemed like Ramattra still had a lesson to teach you as he dragged your limp body across the room, onto what looked like some sort of examination table.
It’s the softest thing you’ve felt since you woke up, a welcome sensation as you lean against the firm cushion. You lift a hand over your injured side, right where Ramattra had struck you. You couldn’t tell if you had been sweating profusely or bleeding again. All of the pain was beginning to overwhelm you.
“If I could, I would’ve stopped it,” you began, thinking out loud, “I don’t know why they do it, I never understood why but I couldn’t stop it.”
“What on Earth are you talking about?” Ramattra scoffed, hand firmly holding your calf just above the injured ankle, “Speaking as if you’re the victim in all of this. You’re only in pain because of the pain you’ve caused.”
“You’re right,” you concede, wincing when your ankle stung alive again, “I’m no better than anyone else. I should’ve stopped them. No one deserves that…”
You believed what you were saying, it was a deep insecurity that lived inside of you for a long time. Your cross to bare, the guilt of watching it all happen and doing nothing. But in this moment, that internal struggle was manifesting itself. The justice that those suffered omnics so rightfully deserved was now your burden.
“My brothers that were bound by the ways of your city - your people - have now been freed. They celebrate now in the rubble of what you once called home. All shattered to pieces to be rebuilt in the name of our liberation,” he spoke to you with great pride in his voice, spoke more to himself than anyone else, “The world as you know it will cease to exist, I will see to that myself. As for you…”
He looked down at you. Really looked down at you. Like when you look to wipe gum off the bottom of your shoe. Something to rid oneself of, that’s what you were in his eyes. If you had made it this far, maybe he had some sort of plan for you.
“I hope you’re right,” you say just above a whisper, fearful to misspeak, “Where I’m from…that’s not the way it should be. And I’m just a coward that was too scared to say anything about it.”
“That much is certain,” his voice soften, “You still are a coward. Letting me do to you as I please without an ounce of protest. Most would try to fight or flee, yet you don’t. There must not be a single thought in that pretty head of yours.”
Pretty? You’re confused, heat rose on your cheeks as you registered what he said. Though it was an insult thrown to you by your captor, the word itself wasn’t one you were used to hearing. You couldn’t help but feel flattered, however inappropriate at the time.
“I’m sorry,” feels like you were always going to be sorry as long as you were here, “There must be some way I can reconcile with all the pain that I’ve caused besides…this…”
You gesture to your injured body and you could see the way Ramattra obliged you. His eyes trailing over your injuries, observing the marks he had made. He was slow and silent, deliberating over your words, hopefully thinking of some way to honor your request.
“What a hopeless soul you are. Need me to tell you how to repent, need me to make you realize the wrong that you’ve done, to knock some sense into you. Still, you have the nerve to ask me my command,” his words were harsh but his voice was almost jovial, “I see you’re the type of human to be kept as a pet.”
He seemed to be enjoying this, judging by the tone of his voice. Just as he enjoyed digging his fingers into your ankle when he had first caught you. Something about seeing you hopeless appealed to him. If that’s the case, you might as well try to lean into it.
“A pet? What do you mean?” you play along, furrow your eyebrows and put on a breathy voice.
“Curious, are you?” his voice lowers, silky smooth yet metallic, “Yes, plenty of talon members have their own human pets. Nipping at their heels endlessly, at the beck and call of those who own them. I suppose it’s a fitting punishment for someone like you.”
It seemed to be working, but the direction of this conversation was anything but in your favor. Though it was probably a marginally better punishment than death by Ramattra’s beatings. And Talon…it sounded familiar but you honestly had no clue what he was talking about. Some sort of Null Sector faction or something?
“What sort of work is involved as a…” you pause for a moment, it was difficult to formulate the words the more real the discussion was becoming, “human pet?”
He chuckled lowly in response, takes a moment to think before answering, “One might think to say comfort, but the word sounds far too optimistic. I imagine stress relief would be a more suitable term.”
“I’m not sure I understand…” but you do, just don’t want to admit it.
“Good lord, you really are dull,” he brought a hand to your side, “Do you need me to demonstrate it for you?”
It’s not a question and you’re given no time to respond when he pulled himself onto the examination table. His body loomed over you, his shadow casting everything in darkness. You swallowed, thickly and muscles tensed. He hooked his fingers onto the waistband of your pants, pulling them off. The cold air left goosebumps on your exposed thighs and you began to panic. There was that fight in you he was talking about. But before you could wiggle your way out from under him, another arm - massive, purple - pinned you down by the throat. Then another just like that one pinned your right wrist, then your left.
He makes quick work in removing your underwear and pulling them with your pants down to your ankles. You were completely exposed, body shaking and breathing becoming increasingly more difficult. He hums, warm and curious, like he had never seen something quite like what he was seeing now. You feel a glossy, slick finger rubbing the inside of your thigh. It’s cold and you flinch at the touch and you hear a small oh. It seemed like he was experimenting with you, observing the limits of the human body.
That same glossy finger stretched the entrance of your hole, you can’t help the whimper that escaped your lips. It burned, fire building higher and higher the deeper he pushed inside of you. It was worse when he pulled back, the emptiness making you need something to fill it but wanting anything but to feel that burning sensation. He brought another finger inside, and it felt impossibly tight. If he were human, the pressure might’ve suffocated his skin. But the tightness wasn’t an issue as he kept pumping in and out of you.
The sensation started as painful as the burning soreness on your throat, but the more adjusted your body had become, the less painful it was. Your whimpers began to die down, becoming breathy sighs. It seems that wasn’t enough for Ramattra because he curled his fingers up into you and elicited a scream, both in pleasure and in pain. It felt good, he hit somewhere deep inside of you that you hadn’t reached before.
“Like that, did you?” his tone was different than ever before. It was playful, like speaking to a dog. A pet.
You breath comes out in a stutter, trying to recover from that sudden feeling. It hits you again, making your eyelids flutter. He curled into you deeper, and then began to scissor his fingers into you. You could feel a knot forming in your core and shamefully your hips followed the motion of his fingers. The last place in the world you wanted to be fingered until you were a drooling mess would be in some omnic’s lair, but fuck did it feel good having Ramattra’s cool, slick metal fingers pumping in and out of you.
“Please,” you whine, “I’m so close…”
“Are you?” he spreads his fingers inside of you again, stretching you and you pray for something to fill the emptiness, “Good.”
He stops, pulls out of you and the air feels so much colder. Your hips roll instinctually, searching for some sort of friction to get you off, but you don’t find any. Left high and dry, desperate. Ramattra’s large, purple hands keep you in place but he lifts his body off of the table. But your body craves for him, for the release that only he can give you.
“Please!” you almost scream it, and your cheeks become red with shame. You didn’t even recognize your voice. But Ramattra wasn’t impressed, even his larger hands left your body.
“That’s enough satisfaction for you today,” he pulled you by the wrist off of the table, clothes still pooled around your ankles, “You haven’t earned the right, understand?”
Your mind was so pliable in that instance, you would say anything that might get his fingers back into you, “Yes.”
“Yes, master.”
“Yes, master.”
“Good,” he walks toward you and for a moment you think your plan must’ve worked, “Now, put your clothes back on, pet.”
You do as you’re told, disappointed at the command. Your mind sobers up a bit and you’re starting to realize what’s really happening. This image that Ramattra had for you to be his comfort slave. Then you remember the sensation you had felt just moments ago. A part of you was eager to enter into this arrangement but the other part of you that could still feel the stinging in your ankle, the dried blood on your skin, was not.
“Does that gives you a further understanding of what your purpose is?” his voice interrupts your thoughts.
“Yes, master.”
“That’s right,” his hand cups your face, squeezes your cheeks, “You are a toy and I will use you as I please.”
You didn’t even know where you were. Your home was destroyed, presumably with everyone that you knew. Could you be considered a prisoner or war? As far as anyone knew, you were dead with the rest of them. There was nowhere for you to go. No one was going to save you. The only option you had now was to pray for the mercy of your captor and buy yourself enough time to escape in one piece.
“Yes, master.”
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Eleven Years - Ch1
[Ao3 Mirror]
Pairing: Ramattra/Reader (Gender Neutral)
Rating: T (this chapter, Explicit future chapters)
WC: 1,530
Warnings: Kidnapping; future Stockholm Syndrome, imprisonment, isolation, manipulation, extreme dubcon, & mind break.
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You’ve dreamed of his faceplate so many times. A little pyramid of red lights, the harsh angle of his optics' slit, the strong shape of his jaw piece. Never like this- never how other people saw him. Because outside, gunfire echoes down alleyways, screams and the heavy, metallic noises of an inhuman army march down through your city. You’re stuck, feet glued to the floor as you stare death itself down. Adrenaline makes your heartbeat surge. You should be running- or begging or anything else than trembling, holding yourself in fear that you’ll fly apart at the seams.
And in your quaint little living room all you can think of is he’s changed his paint. Gone is the warm gold, the orange, tattered robes you’d mended a dozen times over. No, now he’s all stark white and brilliant purple and lightless black. It’d be a good look for him, if it wasn’t identical to the bots on every news station. Null Sector. He's joined up with Null Sector.
He steps closer- and you can’t even bring yourself to step back. He says your name like a breath, like a prayer- and he still tips his head the same way when he’s curious, hopeful. It makes your chest hurt, brings thousand memories back all at once and you don't want them at all. It’s been a decade since you’ve seen him. To see him here, like this? A cruel joke by your subconscious, after so much longing. It’s a nightmare. It has to be.
But his fingers are cool and smooth and well-oiled, fluid in how they raise to your face. Like they used to. Like he has any right at all to touch you- and his hands cup your jaw, thumbs pressed into your cheeks as he leans down to you. His array touches your forehead and you gasp, pulling so slightly away. He immediately follows, tips of his fingers tucking below your ears to pull you back to him.
He feels so real.
“Ramattra?” His name has spent nights on your tongue, a wish and secret kept only for yourself. To speak it again to anyone is some kind of taboo. Forbidden, even to him.
“It’s me,” He purrs, sighs. Your voice alone makes him want to melt into you, but to hear you say his name… How did he make it so long without you? “I’ve missed you so much.”
“What are you…” You blink, stare at him as best you can with him so close. “What are you doing here? It’s- it’s not safe.”
He leans away, just enough to see all of you again. You’ve changed so much, and yet so little. You’re as stunning as the last time he saw you, perhaps more. But your eyes are wide and wet, brow arched high in fear and shock. He trails one finger over it, feels the hair that grows there, wonders at the expressiveness of your face. He doesn’t like this look, doesn’t like how you tremble away from his touches.
“I’m freeing the Omnics here. You don’t have to worry, I’ll protect you.”
You knew- must’ve always known since that broadcast went out. There’s so few R-7000s left, no one else with his voice. “You- you're the leader.”
The way you say it makes his pistons itch. It’s an accusation and betrayal and a plea to be wrong all wrapped together. You pull away again when he touches your lips. Ramattra curls his hand behind your neck, keeps you close as he traces your mouth. He’s missed you so much, but your face makes him think of a fox in a snare. He wants to reach out to you, to free you from whatever has laced this fear through your heart.
“I told you I would find a way to protect my people. It may be shocking, but this is the only way. Come, we can talk more on my ship.” He trails a hand down your arm, tugging softly at your wrist, urging you to follow. He hopes you’ll entwine your fingers.
You don’t.
You don’t even move, arm hanging as dead weight between your bodies. “Your ship?” You echo, stare at him. “No, no, I’m not going anywhere.” The adrenaline finally starts doing something. “Ramattra this is- it’s insane. You’re hurting people, omnics!”
“I’m saving them, it’s for their own good.“ He bites back. This isn’t how he wanted this to go. He isn’t foolish enough to think you’d have met him with open arms and tears, but this? He can’t yell. He won’t. He’s waited too long to find you and we will not lose this moment to his own temper. He won’t. “We can discuss this later, we must leave now.”
He grips higher up on your arm, leads you more urgently-
”Don’t touch me,” You hiss, twisting out of his grasp. He lets you go, lets you take two steps away, further into the dark of your home.
“I won’t.” Ramattra promises. Agonizing as it is to have felt your skin again, he can wait a little longer. He won't ruin this, not like last time. “But in twenty minutes a Titan will raze this city to the ground. I will not let you be part of its ashes.”
Tears burn at your eyes. How can this be the same person? Every part of you trembles, shivers of fear and adrenaline-fueled twitches. It’s too late to run now. You don’t think he’s lying, have no reason to doubt that he does truly plan on reducing your entire city to rubble.
“Please.” His voice is so soft. If you just close your eyes it’s like the dream that comes to you every week or so. All the same pleading words he’d spoken to you that day. Warped, cracked with another spit of a rifle’s muzzle, somewhere in the streets beyond. Never once did you think it would end like this.
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He hardly speaks his entire hurried escort back. A half-murmured “Careful,” as he guides you to step into his shuttle. You pointedly do not take his offered hand and it falls as you pass by him. A long time ago that would’ve hurt, to see the dejected dip of his head- but not now. You won't even give him your sympathy or guilt. He moves to the controls, keeps his back to you as you instead stare out the window.
The craft shudders as it lifts off- and all around you is fire and chaos and white and purple enamel. You wrap your arms around yourself and sink into a seat. Years, years spent waiting… You look to him again, wishing for him to suddenly be gone, to have someone else, anyone else be there. But it’s not. It’s him. The same cabled hair, a symbol of the Iris threaded onto his cloak, his voice. His hands, large but nimble as he flits across levers and buttons and switches. You'd held them- and a phantom sensation surrounds your palm, like cool metal plates and the careful curl of his joints.
The shuttle lands in a hangar bay without incident- and once more he’s extending a hand, leading you onward. Once more, you deny him.
You’d seen the command ships on the news- but as soon as you look around the inside the blood drains from your face. You waver on your feet as you stare up and up and up. It’s massive- the numbers cited by numbed-out reporters are meaningless compared to the actual shape of the bay you’ve stepped into. All around are tucked-up pods, ready to deploy as soon as the command is given, scaling up onto the walls, dozens, hundreds. So many, how does he have so many-
“Come,” He steps in front of you, forces you to focus back onto him, off what he’s done, what he’s made. So you follow, letting the numbness creep into you too because how can it not? You’re in the belly of one of a dozen warships, the size of which no one has ever seen before, surrounded by an army larger than- than-
A door opens before you.
It’s not more empty gray halls- it’s… a room. An actual room. A large bed, nightstands, a vanity. Decorated, even- a little comb, a notebook. You wander further in, touch the comforter that’s spread over the bed. It’s soft, golden and brown, like his cowl. Like the blanket he kept in his room for you. A little door off to the side, left just open enough for you to spy what’s probably a bathroom inside. Your heart sinks. These are all things a human needs… and omnics don’t.
He prepared this room for you long before today. This isn't an impromptu decision, driven only by his evolving warpath. He's planned this.
Your throat is dry, words hollow in your own ears. “How long will you keep me here?”
His feet click on the metal floor as he steps closer. You don’t look at him, pinch your eyes closed as his hand raises up to your face. So delicately he draws a strand of hair behind your ear, strokes along your neck for only a moment. “Until it’s safe.”
[Chapter 2]
#ramattra#ramattra x reader#ramattra x you#overwatch x reader#overwatch x you#yandere ramattra#yandere#kidnapping#dubcon /#noncon /#<-- not in this chapter but so people who have it filtered wont see this#ramattra kidnapping au
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Can you do a gender-neutral yandere ram with human darling? i really really liked the omnic one!!!!
Sure! He certainly has a different tone in this one so I'll write it!
Yandere! Ramattra with Human! Darling
Pairing: "Romantic"
Possible Trigger Warnings: Gender-Neutral Darling, Obsession, Degrading behavior, Human pet, Manipulation, Prejudice against humans, Kidnapping, Dark themes, Forced "relationship".
Ramattra doesn't typically get along with humans.
The reason he put together Null Sector was because he wanted to wage war against humans for how they treated Omnics.
He doesn't believe humans could live peacefully with Omnics based on what he's seen.
All humans may not be at fault... but he tries not to think of it.
After all, humans have hurt innocent Omnics, haven't they?
If Ramattra began to "have feelings" for a human he'd be in denial.
He feels as though he's betraying his own people when he thinks of you on such a way.
You're no doubt one of those mentioned "innocent" humans that caught his eye.
You live in a heavily Omnic populated town and try to help out.
When he speaks to other Omnics they mention you are a huge help.
Ramattra finds this baffling, these must be lies!
They aren't lies... he finds this out when he sees you try to play hero and hide Omnics away from Null Sector drones.
Why do you act like he's the villain?
Why do you insist on acting like you're helping?
Ramattra, due to his denial, probably tries to excuse his feelings.
He is aware of Zenyatta's human pet Genji (In his eyes that is what their teacher/student relationship is).
Perhaps as a result he begins to see you in such a way.
He will admit you appear to be good natured, you may even prove useful, so he'll take you in.
You have no idea what you're getting into when Ramattra calls for your capture.
Ramattra doesn't hate all life, he simply hates humans for what some of them have done to his people.
While he resents his own feelings towards you and depicts them as simply wanting you as a pet... soon he'll have to accept how he feels.
Your "relationship" with Ramattra starts rather degrading.
Null Sector has a deal with Talon to obtain supplies.
As a result Ramattra meets with Doomfist to obtain supplies for you, his human pet.
Ramattra seems like he'd degrade you at first in an attempt to vent his frustration.
He sees you as a fragile pet despite the fact you're human and tries not to harm you physically.
But he can get rough at times.
He often taunts you about your organic weaknesses, he makes you feel like you need him as he gives you items to survive.
He feels having a human pet is a message for his cause.
He wants humans to think they're below him.
Over time though there's a chance Ramattra will think of you in a different light.
He realizes you've done nothing wrong like the Omnics he is trying to save.
He's a monster, yet he already knows this.
As a result he may try to soften his behavior.
He understands somewhat... now you've suffered almost as much as him and his people.
In an attempt to apologize he tries to pamper you more.
Any bruises due to his rough and metallic grip are soothed with medicine and you're left to rest.
He realizes you don't deserve his ire.
It's at this point he begins to accept his emotions towards you.
You aren't bad like the rest.
No... now you're similar to him, he's made you this way.
Maybe he really does care.
You're still kept in captivity, although Ramattra tries to be better.
Other humans are still meant with his rage, but not you.
You're only met with softer affections and praises.
It's like other humans are wild animals while you've been domesticated by Ramattra.
At some point you could feel two different ways towards your captor.
You may begin to fester rage within you, similar to Ramattra did.
Then there's the other extreme, you fall into acceptance.
You can no longer be with other humans now.
You only know Ramattra now.
Plus... why would you want to be involved in a war, anyways?
Instead... you can prove useful to Ramattra and Null Sector.
Just as a pet should.
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yandere ramattra
(this is from my wattpad account)
summary: You've worked at a flower shop near a temple and an omnic always visited the shop but this time a different omnic visited.
Characters: zenyatta, ramattra and you
You were watering some orchids until you heard the door open. You walked behind the cashier counter to see you regular customer, zenyatta. He had come to this shop everyday, if he wasn't busy.
"Hello zen, how are you?" You asked politely ,smiling kindly at the omnic. "I am well, thank you for asking" he looked around the shop looking at the flowers.
"The zinnia looks nice today" he pointed beside you. You turned around to see them "yea, they're were hard to keep alive. Everytime I tried planting them again they would die so I'm glad that they didn't this time" you rambled on.
"I'm sorry I was rambling on" you apologized. The omnic didn't really care if you rambled, he just liked hearing your voice.
"What would you like zen? Those irises are back in stock if you want some" you told him. He nodded his head "not really I just came in here to check how you were feeling " he said.
You smile widen "oh well thanks zen, I'm feeling fine" he told him, but you realized something zenyatta was acting different. He would normally buy at least one flower.
"Zen you sure you're alright?" You asked him. He nodded his head "yes but I must get going, farewell (name)" he waved goodbye leaving the shop. You gave a small wave back.
You walked back to the orchids picking up a watering can and continued watering it. You heard the front door open once more.
Strange nobody comes into the shop after zenyatta leaves, it normally takes about 5 or 10 minutes before someone else enters.
You didn't question it to much and went back to the counter. You saw an omnic, it wasn't zenyatta.
"Hello" you greeted him. He looked at you "hello, my brother came in here, where is he now?" He asked. Brother? It took you a moment to realize who his brother is, zenyatta "sadly you missed him but I have no clue where he is now" you told him.
He sighed and looked around the shop "would you anything?" You asked him. He looked down at you "why does my brother come into this shop?" .
"Well..he buys flowers and he talks to me then he goes" you said.he let out a small huh, he continued looking the shop until he finally spoke "I've had an eye on you for a while little human".
You froze in horror "wha-what" you studdered, he walked a little bit closer to you " my brother told me about you, I was interested in you so I followed you around " he explained.
You moved back and you bumped into the cashier counter. He walked towards you placing a hand on your cheek.
"and you are the most sweetest thing I have ever seen dearest"
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#Yandere ramattra#yandere imagines#yandere overwatch#ramattra ow#ramattra my beloved#yandere x you#zenyatta tekhartha#overwatch 2
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#my art#my drawings#overwatch#overwatch 2#zenyatta#maximilien#maxyatta#overwatch maximilien#ramattra#overwatch ramattra#ramyatta#yandere
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True Peace: Ramattra x Reader (gender neutral)
Okay I decided to write it while this unfairly hot wizard looking robot has my attention by the throat so enjoy. And I’m sorry if it kind of drifts off in places especially at the end and if there’s things that don’t make sense I apologies for that too, writing full fics takes a lot of energy out of me ~Bambi
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Epilogue
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‘Too late, I’m too late’, he thought as he held you so gently in his arms, his hands fumbling at his robes to remove them and hold the fabric to your head in hopes to stop the bleeding.
If he could cry he swore tears would be pouring down his face beneath his mask plate. He stared at your paling skin as the wound on your forehead deeper into the cloth he held so firmly but so carefully to you. He desperately held you closer and closer praying to whoever would listen that your body wouldn’t grow cold.
‘I should have never left you alone! I should have tried harder to convince you to my side! I should have never let this happen…’ he thought as he carefully tucked your hair out of the way, wanting so badly to just clean your face of the blood like it was the paint you’d so often somehow manage to get smeared on yourself. Wanting so badly for you to just open your eyes as if you’d fallen asleep on the floor from overworking yourself.
He looked around at your once homely, welcoming workshop, a haven for Omnics of all kinds where they could come to be cared for and loved… now destroyed. Tools stolen, machines shattered and smoking despite the foam from the fire extinguisher he’d depleted in an attempt to save your home from further destruction…. It wasn’t safe here for you anymore… it’d never be safe, so long as the humans responsible, and those like them, continued to live…
“R-Ramy?…” your soft raspy voice hit his audio receptors like a choir of angels… his gaze snapped back to you, your broken, fragile, human body in his arms. And your perfect, kind smile, staring back up at him as you feebly reached out a hand to hold his face with your broken fingers…
If he had a heart he was certain it’d be beating uncontrollably in his chest, despite your knowledge of who he really is, despite your last encounter, here you were, smiling at him, reaching for him despite the pain you were undeniably in. “I’m here… I’m here y/n, don’t strain yourself…” he cooed so softly as he carefully adjusted the now soaked cloth on your forehead and took hold of your hand. “Th-they… my home…” you whimpered beginning to remember the horror you’d experienced.
Ramattra knew you’d hate him, he already knew you hated his actions. You’d made that very clear when you found out the truth… but it wasn’t safe here for you anymore. This world wasn’t safe for you, not yet… he’d need to keep you safe himself until then. Safe, with him…
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Main story
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Wasted. Wasted money, wasted time, wasted promises, wasted lives….
It had been less than a month since Ramattra joined forces with talon, less than a month and already their plans were under way, and already, being foiled.
First the Paris invasion, than Rio. In Akandes defence, none of them were prepared for Overwatch to rear their heads again after being disbanded almost a decade ago. But even still, Ramattras patience with talon was already growing thin.
The former shambali monk knew lives would be lost on the path to true peace for his people. But nothing prepared him for the pain he’d feel watching as his soldiers were so mercilessly cut down in the line of battle. How they were discarded into mass graves of metal and wires to be smelted down and reused. No care for their names, not a moment spared to find out if they had loved ones. Simply dumped and treated as machines gone rogue…
But even still, he expected nothing less from humanity…
Built for war, he sought peace after the fighting had ended. He longed for a world of unity where his people could coexist with humans. A world where they’d be recognised as sentient, intelligent beings to walk hand in hand with their flesh and bone counterparts. But it was not to be… humanity, has always been inherently cruel.
For years he watched helplessly as his people were violently mistreated. Abused, neglected, treated as objects, as slaves. He lost count of how many helpless Omnics he tried so desperately to repair in vain. How many he held in his arms as they shut down, how frightened they sounded as they entered the iris… But still he held strong to the path of unity through peace and communication. He followed Mondatta’s words and teachings, blindly believing that through acts kindness and selflessness things would change, his dream for a new world would be achieved.
But when the bullet struck through the shambali leaders head, when he was so mercilessly cut down and struck from existence… Ramattras hopes for unity through peace, died with him.
And now here he stood, perched on the rooftop of a building overlooking the city of New York. Originally he’d come here at the behest of Akande to meet with an arms dealer associate of his. One who held technology compatible with the first wave of Null sector Omnics. But as communications continued, his stay extended, and soon plans to conduct an invasion on the city began to form.
He stared down at the illuminated streets, mapping out the best and most optimal locations to drop in his troops. From up here the chaos of the city seemed almost peaceful, the colourful lights dancing off of shiny hover cars and wet pavement from the late afternoon rain fall. His only company the pigeons that seemed unbothered by his presence and cooed merrily to one another. How he wished he could capture this feeling, the feeling he felt when he imagined his perfect world…
“H-e-eel-elp m-eee!!!” A voice rang out breaking the calming ambiance of the city at night. Distant but distinctly omnic in nature, and undeniably one filled with fear.
Ramattras gaze immediately snapped towards the source of the sound. From his advantage point it was hard to make out but he could see the shape of an omnic staggering broken into an alleyway, and 3 very human figures chasing after it… all of them wielding blunt objects in hand.
“H-hE-EEelLp m-e-!” The omnic cried out with a severely damaged voice box, their body already having sustained damage from their attackers. They stumbled forward over and into trash cans desperately trying to make an escape as their assailants grew closer. “Where you think you’re going scrap heap?!” The leader of the group announced as he grabbed hold of the terrified machine by their head, slamming them into the stone wall of the alleyway.
“P-p-le-eaAse lE” the omnic begged as their face plate cracked and dented with the impact, too weak and too afraid to fight back. “Why are you screaming for help?? Nobodies coming to help you!” The second attacker laughed raising up a metal pipe to bash the poor Omnic further.
“Hold ‘em down I wanna get the copper out of his cables before you damage it ag-HUAAARGHHHH!” the third attacker said before groaning in pain as his spine and ribs cracked under the impact of a large, war built omnic dropping on him from a high advantage point. “Your deaths will not be mourned…” Ramattra hissed, his eyes flashing red from beneath his mask plate as he slammed his staff down, the orb at the helm glowing brightly before exploding and twisting into a hard light projection of two purple arms beneath plated armour, nemesis.
The humans didn’t get a chance to run, they didn’t even get a chance to scream or beg for their miserable lives, before they could even register the threat that had just crushed their partner the omnic grabbed hold of them by their face and crushed their skulls without mercy before discarding their bodies with their friend who lay there broken and wheezing as he struggled to breathe.
“Th-th-thAnK y-oooooouuuuU” the omnic he rescued said softly. Ramattra turned to face them and if he had a heart, he knew it’d be hurting at the sight before them. Their face plate badly dented, their chest smoking where their voice box hung from a wire and their uniform torn and stained with oil and grime. The poor thing had been walking home from work when they’d been mercilessly assaulted…
“It’s alright. Let’s get you home my friend.” Ramattra said as he carefully scooped up his fellow machine. The omnic shook their head and weakly pointed down the alleyway, “n-no. My wife w-will be d-diistrauGht if sh-sheEeee s-e-Es me l-like this. P-please ta-ake me t-oOOooooo y-y/n’s gara-age….” They groaned as their voice box began to finally give out.
“Y/n’s garage?… who is y/n?” Ramattra asked as he started searching coordinates for his location. “Th-Ey help omniI-iiiiiiiicsssssss…” the omnic croaked out as his voice box lost power. They looked up at ramattra and pointed back down the alleyway in desperation, unable to speak, to plead to beg any further.
Ramattra stared back at them and simply nodded, “direct me where I need to go.” He said softly before turning his gaze back to the thugs and the one still wheezing and gasping for breath on the ground. “If you are fortunate enough to live to see the next sunrise… take this opportunity to learn from your actions… and seek kindness beyond your hatred…” he said lowly.
The thug stared up at him with terror present in his eyes. The same terror he’d struck into the poor omnic Ramattra now held safely in his arms. He wheezed and squirmed helplessly unable to move or cry for help beyond a raspy death rattle as he watched the large omnic walk away, taking the other machine with him…. “Hhhhhhhel-lp…”
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It took less than a few minutes for Ramattra to find the location in question. The omnic he held safely in his arms directed him through alleys and around buildings until finally he arrived at a forgotten neighbourhood tucked away beneath skyscrapers and overhangs. A place where those society abandoned went to when there was nowhere else left for them.
“This is the place?” Ramattra asked as he walked past rat infested gutters and stared at the dilapidated houses and graffitied walls before him. The omnic in his arms nodded and pointed to a small building in the distance, a sliding garage door illuminated by a yellow light, and outside it sat several Omnics, all in different stages of disrepair, all of them, waiting…
Ramattra approached slowly and felt a pain deep within himself as he saw how many other Omnics sat in similar states as the one in his arms did, all of them hurt by humanity, all of them afraid, all of them broken by the hands that built them.
The omnic in his arms gently tapped his chest and slid from his grasp, trying to thank him without a voice to speak anymore. “It’s alright my friend, please sit d-” “Okay next patient please.” A distinctly human voice called out, your voice.
Ramattra glanced over from the omnic and paused as he watched a repaired omnic walk out of the garage looking brand new, before turning his gaze and laying his ocular receivers upon you. Your body, your hair, your tired but gentle eyes, your beautiful smile…
“Whoever’s busted up the most step forward.” You said as you wiped the grease from your hands. “This one is very hurt.” Ramattra suddenly piped up gesturing to the omnic he’d rescued before immediately feeling his circuits shorten and his wires bunch as you turned your attention to him, your eyes locking with his for a brief moment and he was certain he’d gone into a momentary restart.
“Well everyone here’s pretty busted up but-Oh my GOD!!” You exclaimed noticing the state of the poor machine, their voice box dangling by a thread and their face smashed in. Ramattra stepped back for a moment as you bolted forward to examine the omnic, his eyes locked firmly onto you in concern and intrigue. “I think I have the parts to fix you… they might be a bit out dated but it’s better than nothing… You.” You said staring up at the former monk. “Can you help me get them inside please? I don’t want them using any unnecessary battery.”
Ramattra stood there for a moment before your request finally registered. He wordlessly scooped the omnic back up, watching you so closely like he was waiting for you to pull the rug out from under him and suddenly attack, like this kindness was all a ploy. “Thank you, I threw my back out trying lifting a B.O.B unit this afternoon and it’s made things tonight a bit slow…” you said with a tired but friendly smile.
“You are, y/n then?” Ramattra asked as he followed you into the garage. “Yes that’s what most folks call me at least. Can you put them on the table please?” You said gesturing to the work bench in the middle of the open room.
Ramattra did as asked and gently sat the omnic on the table. He watched curiously as they opened a latch on themselves to allow you to hook them up to your equipment. Like they’d done this before enough to become familiar with your work. “Okay systems online let’s plug you in and download you so we won’t have any hiccups getting you back online.” You said walking to the table and smiling warmly at the injured machine, “it’ll feel just like updating. Ready?” You said holding your hand out to them.
The injured omnic nodded and held your hand, squeezing it gently for reassurance, for comfort. You squeezed back and with your free hand plugged them into your equipment… and their lights went out. Ramattra resisted the instinct to leap forward and attack you. In that moment memories flashed before his eyes of his people laying dead, their lights flickering before shutting down forever. He remembered how they reached out for him in fear as their systems went offline, as their circuits died…
The soft blue light of a holo screen clashing against the warm yellow bulb buzzing overhead drew him back to the present. He turned his gaze to see the display showing the download progress of the omnic, any internal damages that needed to be repaired, what software was out of date, what hardware their system required. “Okay I’ll transfer this onto a secondary drive to be safe then get to work.” You said as you began to flick on other equipment ready for the repairs before heading over to the holo screen and loading in a few hard drives.
Bewildered was the only word to properly describe what Ramattra was feeling as he watched you. You were an enigma to him, a lone human living in a slum, in a crumbling building barely fit for human habitation, all so you could tend to his kind… and judging by the state of the place and your supplies on hand… you weren’t charging them for your services either like most establishments. “They… seem familiar with you.” Ramattra said gesturing to the now offline omnic.
“They probably are. I see so many Omnics daily now days that they’ve most likely been in here once or twice. Though their face plate is so disfigured I’m afraid I can’t recognise them. Especially since they can’t talk but I should be able to find their- Ah! Samson yes I remember him!” You said opening his memory file on screen showing his name, address, his spouse. “He works at a gas station, normally gets off around this time and ends up here needing repairs after getting jumped. I see a lot of service units like him around this time.” You sighed and began to copy the data over as it finished downloading, “Businesses make them work night shifts so humans don’t have to and they pay them dirt despite how dangerous it is for them… fuckin assholes.” You mumbled.
“I found him being assaulted by a group of thugs. After I… scared them off, they asked me to bring them to you.” Ramattra said staring out the garage door at all the other Omnics waiting their turn, all of them damaged but no where near as busted up as the one he brought in. “I apologise if I-huh?” He jumped slightly as his touch receptors felt your hands gently touching his.
“You’re not hurt too are you? Nobody goes up against the gangs around here and leaves unscathed.” You said gently inspecting his joints noticing some blood and hair under one of his knuckles, “heh, though there’s a first time for everything. Looks like you really did a number on them.” You said as you suddenly pulled a pair of tweezers from your tool belt and picked it out before grabbing a cloth and a can of cleaning solution.
“You’re?… not afraid of me? Of what I did to them?…” he asked in a mix of concern and surprise, “hm, do I need to be? As far as I’m concerned you just beat the hell out of some assholes who were planning on killing this poor guy. Why would I be afraid of you for that?” You said shrugging your shoulders slightly thinking that was literally all he did, “I’ll clean it out while I wait for the data transfer, I don’t want to start working and… risk losing them…” you said softly as you sprayed the cleanser into his joints.
“Thank you… I appreciate your kindness…” He whispered in response.
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A few days had passed since then. Ramattra spent the remainder of the evening with you, watching you with a curiosity and interest he hadn’t held towards any human for a long time, maybe ever. You both talked as you worked, how long you’d been doing this for, why you started, what you did for a living to continue your efforts if you didn’t charge for your services. He found out you’d make artwork with unusable materials, statues, sometimes paintings, and would sell them online.
But when money got too tight, you’d try to fundraise to continue your efforts or at the very least, buy food to keep living, or electricity to keep the lights on and your equipment running. But even then, in your own words “these days at best I come back penniless, at worst it’s me on the repair table patching myself up… moment people find out I’m looking after Omnics I’m suddenly fair game to be attacked, sworn at and spat on…”
The anger he felt rising within him remembering your words, how you showed him the scars you’d sustained, how you still smiled stating it was worth it, was insurmountable. How anybody could sink so low as to harm someone as genuine and kind as you, all because you dared to associate yourself with his kind was beyond even his low views of the cruelty of humanity.
But then, he remembered your smile, your kind eyes, your gentle hands on his, how for the first time in his existence he wished he could truely feel beyond simply registering touch so he could experience your skin against him. Your body against him, safe in his arms…
“The new Null sector can fuck off!…” Your words suddenly echoed in his memory snapping him out of his musing. His system booted out of rest mode to find himself back in his room in Akandes New York estate. The cold air conditioned space quickly replacing the warmth of the yellow garage light and your face beneath its glow in his memory as he recalled your views on the latest Null sector invasions.
“Ever since they turned up attacks against normal civilian Omnics has only increased! Years of work to try and prove to everyone in my area that Omnics are good down the shitter! Now I’m seeing sometimes 50 of these guys a day! I’m running out of parts faster than I can buy them and scalpers keep buying the most useable parts and jacking up the resale value so people like me can’t afford them…” You said with such a hurt and tired voice. Like you were clinging onto your hope by a thread.
“If it keeps up like this… I’ll either starve or have to close my doors until I can afford to get more parts…” you said glancing out of the garage door at the few Omnics left for you to repair that night. “But if I do… what hope do they have then?…”
Ramattra recalled the heartache in your voice, the pain in your eyes and the heavy bags beneath them. Overworked, over tired, and yet you still kept going…
In that moment, he’d begun to reconsider his plans. For just a moment he considered calling off the invasions, disbanding the current troops and cancelling the production of any further machines talon intended to build… But he couldn’t. He knew suffering would come when he started this war, but in the end it would be less than what his people had already endured and would continue to without his action. But he couldn’t let you continue to suffer either.
After unplugging his cables from his charging station he stepped out into the living quarters to see Akande seated with another associate of his, a young human woman of around 30 that despite her friendly nature he would happily do without her constant hacking of his systems, Sombra. “Good afternoon…” Ramattra said as he approached the two.
Akande turned his gaze to him and smiled gesturing to sit with them, “Finally awake I see? I was just discussing your observations with Olivia. So far we’ve mapped out several optimal invasion points we can drop in.” He said glancing at Sombra.
“Mmhm, so far things are looking good. But in light of the new Overwatch being on our dicks it wouldn’t hurt to pick out some plan B options for the second wave of troops should we need to reposition the attack order.” She said turning her holo screen around to show him her mapped out areas of the city.
“You wish me to scout again?…” Ramattra asked tilting his head ever so slightly as he raised his hand making his staff lift from its place near the sofa and float to him. “Yes, as much as I’d like to get this plan under way now that we have the sufficient amount of soldiers prepared. Olivia is right in that we need an extra safety net to insure this plan goes ahead as smoothly as possible.” Akande said glancing at his staff before locking eyes with him. “I understand if you’re irritated by this decision but I believe it’s for the best.”
“I agree.” Ramattra said clicking his mask plate into place. “How long before you believe we’ll be ready?…” he asked. “2 months at least. Once we have a clear plan mapped out we will set about putting it into action as discreetly as possible. The less opportunities we give for Overwatch to catch wind, the better.” Akande said as he stared the omnic up and down, quietly observing his posture. “I sense, there is something you want?…”
“I do actually. I have an acquaintance here within the city whose in need of supplies.” Ramattra said twirling his staff slightly in his fingers before gripping it tight. “And I’m ready to receive my payment.”
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It had been maybe a couple weeks or more since your first meeting with the strange but handsome omnic vigilante and since then, he was all you could think about… and the random gifts and shipments turning up at the garage certainly weren’t helping that case.
Just a few days after your initial encounter with him and suddenly a large truck arrived filled with parts for every model of omnic you could imagine. The next day a pallet loaded with sheet metal of varying materials turns up at your door. And the day after that you find a box of expensive paints seated on your desk next to your unfinished paintings and bags upon bags of fresh groceries.
You couldn’t be certain it was him leaving them, but part of you knew it just had to be. You were half tempted to spend the little money you had to buy a new security camera so you could maybe spy who your kindly donor was, you were fairly certain the one you had installed was broken, either that or the download cable was busted.
Even still, you found yourself eagerly glancing out the garage door as you worked, hoping to catch a glance at anyone coming by and hoping you’d see his tall strong frame and handsome face again. Hopefully, in one piece…
“I’m glad there is at least one kind heart left in this world…” his soft voice echoed in your head, you instinctively clenched your hand recalling how tenderly he held it, how the silicone pad of his thumb traced on your skin. And you felt your heart hurt wondering of the pain he’d experienced in his existence to be surprised by your kindness…
“All done for this evening I see?”
You almost thought you’d imagined it before hearing the rustling of a plastic bag behind you. Your eyes snapped up from the art piece on your desk and you spun around to see, him… Ramattra. “I?” You paused looking over to see you’d left the garage door open in case any more injured Omnics came knocking. “Oh… I could’ve had my head bashed in just now.” You said realising just how deep in thought you were.
“You shouldn’t be leaving that open so late in the evening whilst you’re distracted and alone.” He said reaching past you and grabbing the remote before pushing the button and lowering the door. “If I were a thug I could have done who knows what to you by now…” he said moving to out the remote back and leaning in close to you, “I don’t want you to get hurt y/n…” he said softly, his mask inches from your face.
“I-I know I should be more careful.., I just, wanted to make sure anyone whose hurt knows I’m still up y’know?” You said suddenly feeling very shy. Ramattra stared down at you, his mind wandering as his gaze took in your body. He’d been watching you from afar for several days and nights now, but up close, up this close, he wanted to take all of you in.
Your body so fragile compared to his. He could crush you in an instant, rip you to pieces if he wanted to, or pin you down until the light left your eyes… but all he wanted, all he craved for was to just hold you, bring you into his arms and feel your heartbeat against him, hear your breathing and feel your warmth as he held you safely and securely in his grasp. Safe from violence, safe from pain, safe from the world…
“I see… Well, you should also make sure you remember to eat…” he said holding up a bag, remembering why he actually came in the first place. “O-oh, r-right yeah. I guess I was so focused on working I forgot again.” You said staring up at him as he slowly stepped back and stood upright.
Ramattra glanced at you before glancing at the artwork next, another beautiful piece, but then again, he was so enamoured with you he considered everything you so much as touched beautiful too. “With how hard you work on your creations you really should charge more for your time.” He mused as he handed you the takeout and utensils to eat.
You gladly took the food and smiled as you opened the container to see your favourite meal inside, not even questioning how he knew what it was… “Yeah well, if I charged more I doubt anyone would be willing to buy it, I’m barely scraping by as is, if you hadn’t of dropped off all these supplies I think I’d have to close my doors for good this we-” you paused realising what you said. “I-I mean I assumed it was-” you stammered attempting to correct yourself before his gentle voice cut you off.
“You knew it was me? And here I was trying to be stealthy~” he chuckled and leaned against your desk. “Yes it was me. I saw how hard you work all by yourself to care for my kind, I couldn’t just not help you in some way… I hope you’re not mad I didn’t present them to you myself.” He said folding his arms around his staff hugging it to his chest and shoulder and resting his chin against it.
“Mad?! You kidding If you had lips and consented I’d kiss you!” You snorted and shook your head. “You’re the first real help I’ve had in… well… ever.” You said as you resumed eating, realising just how alone you’d been this whole time.
Ramattra stood there frozen for a moment trying to process the mental image of kissing you. While he didn’t have lips he could press his face to yours and imitate the action, maybe provide a little spark to your skin to stimulate the action while his hands did the work… elsewhere. It was only when he registered the sad lilt to your voice that he snapped back to the conversation and observed the expression on your face. “Ever?… not even from the Omnics who you assist?” He asked softly,
“Them? Take a look around. You think they can afford to pay for my services if they’re coming here in the first place?” You said gesturing to the garage, it’s leaky roof, the visible insulation on the walls, the boarded up windows, it was in shambles, but it was your home. “They come here to get repaired with whatever I’ve got on hand because they can’t afford to get any better. I’m the top care for the bottom of the rung that society wants to keep at the bottom… but since you suddenly showed up… I have hope again.” You smiled and finished your food not sparing a crumb.
“I decked out all the Omnics that’ve come through with the tech you gave me and nearly all of em have come back letting me know they got promotions or new jobs because of em. If I keep this up, maybe even with null sector kicking around I’ll still have a chance to give ‘em a better life, y’know?” You said glancing up at him.
Ramattra stood there silently, eyes locked onto yours through the cover of his mask. “Y/n… do you know what purpose I was built for?…” he whispered softly before slowly looking away feeling guilt bubble inside him, knowing deep down just how much you’d despise him if you knew the truth.
You sat there for a moment, observing his form, his make and design. “Hm, well I’ve never seen one of your units come through these doors before, you’re a rare build to me at least but… definitely not a custom one. You certainly don’t have a domestic build to you… you were built for the war. Weren’t you?…” you said softly watching him hug his staff closer in a more defensive stance.
“I was built as a ravager command unit to lead Omnics into battle… after the war I vowed to pursue peace. And I studied as a shambali monk…” he said softly, unable to bring himself to look at you. “But it’s a path I’ve found hard to continue following as I watch my people continue to fall victim to discrimination and cruelty…”
“That’s okay.” Your soft voice echoed so loudly in his audio receptors he felt it through his entire system. “I’m not a violent person, I fix things, I heal others… but my god trying to prove to bigoted folks that Omnics aren’t evil, or they aren’t objects or just machines is so mind numbingly hard and sometimes I just wanna punch them in the face because they just refuse to pull their heads out of their asses and smell something other than their own bullshit!” You scowled before breathing out a tired sigh as you relaxed back in your chair, “I know it’s hard, and it’s even harder knowing if you lose your temper or make the first swing then you’ll just be proving their ‘point’…” you said as you stared up at the flickering yellow bulb before looking back at him, “are you scared I’ll think less of you because of your initial purpose?…” you asked with such a gentle voice.
Ramattra stood there, posture relaxing as he took in every word you said. He felt understood in a way he didn’t think humans would understand, a connection he didn’t expect to share with you on such different but equal levels. He shifted his staff from his hold and carefully set it against the desk as he stood up straight before you. “Well?… do you?…” he asked, eyes locked intently onto yours awaiting your answer.
“No. The circumstances that created you were out of your control. The reason for your creation doesn’t define you, it’s what you do with your existence that makes you who you really are, Ramy.” You smiled up at him, not a hint of fear in your eyes, no judgment, only kindness.
“Ramy?…” ramattra said tilting his head in confusion. “Y’know, Ramy, it’s short for your name… I’ll stop if you want me to I just thought it was cute.” You said sheepishly. “Ramy… I like it.” He chuckled and leaned down gently placing his hands on the arm rests of your chair and holding his face inches from yours. “If, that kiss wasnt a joke…I consent…” he whispered looking so calm on the outside but inward his circuit board was overheating with anxiety and fearing he’d greatly misread human body language and nature.
“I…sure come here you.” You smiled gently grabbing his face and pulling him in as you planted a soft kiss to his mask plate. “Gladly…” he mused in response as he shuffled in closer to embrace you.
———
“Soft… you’re so very… soft…” ramattras words echoed in your head. Living on the streets, surviving muggings, assaults, overworking yourself to the point of collapse, barely scraping by enough to afford food and still pulling yourself up to help those around you, not once in your life had you ever been described as soft. Rugged maybe, strong too, definitely a long list of insults and slurs as well, but never something so, sweet…And yet he said he said it with such tenderness you found yourself even now melting at the memory even after a few days.
Metal against skin is often thought to be a cool sensation but Ramattra was warm to the touch. The silicone padding on his hands held you so firmly but caressed you so gently as he explored your body, his voice was like silk as he whispered compliments and sweet nothings into your ears, and the low rumble of his processors lulled you to sleep effortlessly as you rested your head against his chest.
You couldn’t help the smile that crossed your face as you remembered waking up to him beside you, the feeling of his fingers slowly tracing circles on your back as he waited for you to flutter open your eyes sent tingles across your brain and you sighed remembering how he stopped to gently stroke your cheek as he finally noticed you staring at him, “good morning, y/n…” he cooed so softly.
“Okay, all done.” You said finally snapping back to the present as you set your tools down and rebooted the omnic on the workbench. The omnic lay still for a moment before coming back online, they sat up slowly and stared down at themselves and their new, shiny, and working parts. “Thank you Y/n!” They exclaimed as they excitedly slid off the table. “Don’t mention it! You’re gonna nail that interview! Just try not to bump into anything on your way there, the white plating on those new parts scuff like a bitch.” You said as you cleaned up your work space.
The omnic nodded and waved as they turned to hurry off out of the garage,“I will! Thank you y/n! I’ll let you know ho-” the clanging of metal against concrete cut off their words. You quickly glanced up from cleaning to see a group of 4 men standing there after pushing the poor machine to the ground. “You y/n?” One of them, the leader of their group you assumed, said as they scanned the garage before locking onto you.
“…I am…How can I help you?…” you said stepping forward and helping the omnic to their feet as they scurried back in fear. “You can help us by doing as we tell you to and shutting this place down before you get hurt.” He grunted stepping forward, his associates following. “And why would I want to do that?” You said slowly moving the omnic behind you.
“Because dickheads like you are too stupid for your own good and you think you’re doing something great by helping these monsters but you’re just signing humanities death warrant. So I’ll say it one more time to get it through your thick head. Shut this place down. Or we shut it down ourselves and you with it.” He said pulling a metal bat out from behind himself.
Your eyes glanced at it for a moment but quickly shifted to the movement of a purple haze lurking up behind them. “I don’t take kindly to threats. Leave or-” “Or what? You’ll set your attack robot on us? Like you did on our associates? Have him bludgeon us and leave one to tell the tale?” He sneered cutting you off. “What?” You said with genuine confusion.
“Don’t play dumb you stupid b-” he growled raising his bat up only to freeze hearing the cracking of bone and the squelching of blood and flesh behind him, followed by the agonised scream of his friend as ramattra ripped their arm clean off. “This time. I won’t leave witnesses.” The war built omnic growled as his form shifted and a second set of arms erupted from his back.
He threw the thug missing an arm to the ground before stomping on their skull attempting to kill them only to be stopped as their leader swung his bat down hard connecting with his head but doing little except scratch his mask plate and annoy him. It took no effort for the omnic to yank it from his grasp and bludgeon him across the head with it before turning to do the same to his friends only to see them running away with their injured comrade.
He quickly turned his attention down to see only a pool of blood where they’d been and before he could move to pursue them the groan of their ringleader from behind him halted him in his tracks… He turned around slowly and stared down at the now now battered and bloodied man at his feet, struggling to get up to flee. “You.” Ramattra growled lowly, “Humans like you are the problem with this world…” he said kicking him down making him cower and whimper. “I’ll make you pay for what you’ve done!!!” He shouted raising the bat up and bringing it down to kill him only to strike, your shoulder…
He’d never forget the crack your bones made as you took the blow. The crunch of them giving way to the impact echoed in his head and all he heard beyond it was white noise, until your voice broke through, “SNAP OUT OF IT RAMY YOURE BETTER THAN THIS!!” You screamed shaking him with your now one good arm as the other fell slack at your side.
Ramattra stood there in shock as he stared into your eyes, watching in horror as he saw the pain in them mixing with your tears as they welled up and spilled over. His body shifted back to its normal resting state, the clang of hollow metal on concrete bounced off the garage walls as he dropped the bat and shakily reached out to you, “y-y/n I- I didn’t mean to I lost- I lost control I- he” he glanced past you to see the thug staring up at him in terror, and you in confusion.
You turned slowly and stared down at them, the pain and fear visible on your face as it was on theirs, “Get. Out.” You said with a tone that indicated you’d gladly let ramattra have his way if he didn’t comply. The thug didn’t wait a second more and frantically scrambled to his feet and limped off in a hurry after his friends. You watched him leave before looking up at ramattra as his hands gently touched your face. “…” you smiled up at him despite your tears and gently reached up your good hand stroking the scuff mark on his face plate, “shhh it’s okay…” you whispered.
Ramattra stared back at you in disbelief, his system freezing in utter confusion to your response. He fully expected you to be afraid of him, run away, side with the men he’d just attempted to murder but no, you stood there, smiling at him. “I didn’t mean to, I didn’t-” he practically whimpered reaching a hand out timidly to touch where he’d hurt you hoping in some way he could reverse time and fix it.
“I know you didn’t, I know you didn’t want to kill them.” You said so softly ramattra swore it physically hurt him. “No I did- I wanted to! I wanted to kill them I wanted to wipe them out of existence and I almost killed you- I almo-” he choked out in a panicked manner thinking you’d for sure hate him for the truth. “No you didn’t Ramy… they just, triggered old programming from when you were first made.” You whispered as you gently rubbed the cheek of his mask.
“Triggered? Old programming?…” he asked in genuine confusion. “Ptsd, I’ve worked with a lot of Omnics who suffer with it and can get set off over different things. All it takes is one though to trigger a bad memory and they can’t stop themselves…” you said looking down at the blood now splattered on the concrete floor before looking back up at him. “I know you’re not a violent person Ramy, you just wanted to protect us.” You said fully believing it was just ptsd like you’d seen countless times before in your life working to repair these machines.
Ramattra didn’t know how to respond. Part of him wanted to come clean and just confess it all while the blood was still warm and hope and pray you’d forgive him even though he knew you’d want him gone. Another part wanted to believe you, to believe he was good, to put his plans behind him and scrub the slate clean of his misdeeds and crimes and live a good life with you… But the other part, it knew you’d never forgive him, and it knew he couldn’t live without you in his life either, it wanted to let the truth fester and rot, and hopefully by the time it finally came to light? It’d be too late for you anyway.
“Y-y/n I-” he paused watching you turn your attention away from him and to the frightened omnic hiding behind your workbench, only now just slowly emerging seeing the coast was clear. “Anything broken?” You asked with a crack in your tone as you fought back the urge to scream in pain from your injury as it began to throb.
“N-no I-I’m okay.” The omnic said raising their arms a little in a waving motion allowing you to see a scuff mark or two on their once pristine new plating. “Hold up, Can’t have you rocking up to your interview like that. I’ll buff it out real quick.” You said as you pulled your hand from ramattras face only for the larger omnic to grab it gently. “Y/n you can’t be serious you need to go to the hospital-” he said with concern and panic evident in his tone as he shuffled to stand in front of your path.
“I’ll be fine. Go get me a sling from the first aid kit.” You smiled up at him reassuringly before walking over to the omnic with your arm hanging slack as you prepared a rag and some buffing clay.
Ramattra reached for you as you walked from his grasp, wondering how on earth you’d just deny medical care when you’re in such a state, “I- y/n you- your arm let me-” he said stepping closer only for you to point to the med kit again before proceeding to buff out the Omnics thankfully easy scuffs. “Okay that looks good, try to make it there in one piece alright?” You smiled. The omnic nodded and nervously looked at your arm before looking at ramattra then back at you, “I Will….I- I think you should listen to him about your arm.” They said nervously shuffling around the blood patches then out the door, “th-thank you!” They exclaimed before hurrying off.
Ramattra just stared at you in disbelief before finally doing as he was told and hurrying to the first aid kit and opening it to find… practically nothing… Some old bandages that had clearly been worn and sent through the wash a few times, an almost empty box of bandaids, a completely empty box of painkillers, a half empty bottle of alcohol and a very used sling… he pulled it out and unfurled it only for it to begin falling apart in his hands. “This is?… all you have?” He asked looking back at you.
“Yeah, haven’t had time or the money to refill it.” You said dipping the rag back into the clay. Ramattra looked back in the med kit and contemplated using the bandages for a quick solution but spied beneath it all some scissors. “…” he glanced down at the fabric tails that hung from his cowl and grabbed one cutting it off. “This will do.” He said holding the fabric out slightly as he walked to you.
“Y-you didn’t have to do that! I I can find something else let me fix i-o-ow!” You whined as he took hold of your arm and carefully looped it in the fabric before tying it into a sling. “It’ll do until we get to the hospital.” He said sternly. “I don’t need the hospital I’ll be fine…” you said looking down. “Y/n your shoulder is definitely broken you need medical attentio-”
“I can’t afford it…” your voice sounded so broken as you finally dropped the tough facade, no longer having to hold it together with a third party present, you’d always maintained a strong and reassuring exterior for the Omnics who relied on you but now, it was you who needed someone to rely on beyond yourself. “I I don’t have health insurance- I-if I get this fixed I’ll be homeless I c-can’t I can’t afford it I’ll be fine j-just pr-pretend this never happened!” You sobbed stepping away from him and picking up the clay rag before returning to him and placing it on the scuff mark on his face.
Ramattra stepped back in surprise at the fabric against his face but allowed you to fuss over him for just a moment if it meant he could calm you down enough for him to convince you that you were worth being cared for. “Darling…” he said grasping hold of your hand as you finished wiping his face clean. “Let me help you…”
Your heart practically stopped. His voice calling you something so endearing and loving, you stared up at him looking so broken, “I-I can’t I-I’m the one whose s-supposed to help people…” you whimpered. “Now let me be the one to help you, y/n” ramattra cooed.
“I can’t a-ask you to spend that much money on m-me you’ve already done so mu-ch-” you tried to speak but broke down into further sobs, the pain was unbearable, but the idea of asking him to spend that much on you was too. “I’ve already invested a lot into you y/n, your work, your art,” he said placing his other hand on your cheek. “Your health is far more important than all of that… let me fix what I’ve broken… let me repair you.” He said as his mask plate lifted, showing you his eyes as he stared into yours.
You stared back and simply nodded meekly, “I-I need help…” you cried.
———
It had been a week since then, and while most would struggle adapting to working with only one arm you’d gotten used to having a limb out of commission more than once. But then again, you didn’t have an annoying brace around your chest and a bulky sling restricting your injured arm to you then either.
“Damn it.” You grumbled bending down to pick up the screw driver you’d dropped for the hundredth time only for a familiar mechanical hand to grab it instead as another one slid around your waist helping you stand upright. “Y/n…” ramattras voice said softly with a slightly disappointed tone. Despite his instance for you to rest you repeatedly ignored him and continued about your duties repairing the Omnics of the city.
“Don’t give me that look…” you mumbled glancing away with a pout as you took the screwdriver from his hand. “You promised you’d at least sit down as you worked. You’re putting strain on your back and shoulders hunching over your desk like that.” He said gesturing to the workbench and the omnic resting on it waiting for their new parts to be installed.
“I’ll take a break in a minute.” You said stepping away slowly, unable to hide the slight smile that crept on your lips as you felt his hand squeeze just a little in resistance, wanting to hold you just a little longer. “Well you said that 3 hours ago and yet you’re still working so I’ve brought an excuse for you to sit down.” He said glancing over at your art desk. “Oh?” You said turning your whole body to look and see your favourite meal waiting for you. “Oh!” You exclaimed in surprise before turning back to the omnic and quickly finishing them up before beginning the reboot proceedings.
Ramattra watched as the omnic sat up and excitedly looked themselves over before getting up and moving their new limbs, seemingly very pleased with their fluid movement as they practically danced about. He couldn’t help but feel a strange feeling of familiarity in their appearance and motions and yet he couldn’t place it.
He watched as you waved goodbye to them with a smile, your beautiful smile, before pulling your chair out slightly from your desk as you turned to face him. “It’s getting cold.” He said gesturing to the food. You smiled and walked over taking your seat and letting him push you in as you began to eat, “fine I’ll fuel my flesh prison.” You snickered as you tucked in.
Ramattra simply hummed in response as he carefully adjusted your harness and so gently palpated the bruised area to see how you were healing, “does it hurt?…” he asked. You flinched a little in pain but mostly out of surprise to have such gentle touches to the back of your neck and shoulders, “a little… how’s it looking?” You said trying to glance back at him but quickly opting not to as you remembered how much turning your head hurt.
“Worse than yesterday but, I believe that’s normal for bruising.” He said inspecting the darker shades and colourations. “Yeah it feels a bit worse too…” you said as you continued to eat. Ramattra stood there for a moment, feeling the pain he’d felt when he first hurt you return. He carefully adjusted your harness back into place before pressing his face into the uninjured side of your neck and holding onto the chair with his hands, “I’m so sorry y/n…” he whispered.
“Don’t start with that again.” You smiled reaching your hand up and gently stroking your fingers through the cables on his head that oddly reminded you of hair. “It’s fine, what happened happened okay? I’m not mad or upset about it and I haven’t chased you out of here with a broom yet so relax~” you teased and moved to kiss him only to audibly wince in pain as you turned your neck.
Ramattra quickly shuffled around to the front of you and nervously held out his hands wanting to help but having no clue what to do, “y-y/n are you oka-” “yes I’m fine.” You huffed cutting him off as you looked up at him with a pout, “now bend down so I can kiss you damn it.”
“I? Oh- y-yes.” Ramattra stammered but gladly did as he was told. He carefully moved closer and leaned in supporting his weight on the rest of the chair as he pressed his face to your lips. You giggled feeling the fibreglass and metal rumble in response to your touch as if he were trying to replicate some form of stimuli to mimic a kiss, and sighed as he pulled away slightly. “You’re sure you’re not mad at me?…” he asked tilting his head slightly as he observed your face up close trying to read your expression but always ending back up at your eyes, your kind, warm eyes.
“Yes I’m sure.” You mused giving him another soft peck, “if anything you should be the one mad at me. You had to cut up your scarf to help me.” You said turning away in your chair and reaching under your desk. “To help you with an injury I gave you! Why on earth would I be mad at you for that if anything I was angry at myself for not considering your medical needs and replacing that medkit when I did the fire extinguishers!” Ramattra said gesturing over to the fire extinguisher in the corner.
“You replaced the fire extinguishers?” You asked turning in your chair to look as you retrieved a neat little bundle of fabric from beneath your desk. “Yes they expired you- you really didn’t notice?” He asked glancing at you then at the fabric. “Fire extinguishers can expire??” You asked getting a little kick out of winding him up, “YOU DIDNT KNOW THEY EXPIR-” he paused mid speech as you stood up and clumsily pulled off his damaged hood and cowl and replaced it with one youd made. “What do you think?” You asked as you sat back down to resume eating.
Ramattra stared at you for a moment before looking down at the gift draped over his shoulders. The fabric resembled his old one to some extent, it was difficult to replicate the texture of the shambali robes, and it was lined with nano technology you’d painstakingly hardwired into the material to better adapt to the Omnics transforming body when needed. But most importantly, it had your handy work visible in every seam, every detail, it was made by your hands… “y/n…” he whispered.
“Sorry if it’s a bit sloppy, I didn’t realise how hard steering a sewing machine with one hand would be. The tech was a breeze though, I was able to take the existing tech from the fabric you used for my sling and I upgraded it to be compatible with your current software. You should be able to transform a bit easier now if and when you need to ‘bust out the big guns’ an all.” You smiled as you finished your food in time for him to fall to his knees and hug you around the waist, “R-Ramy?!” You stammered in surprise.
Ramattra nuzzled his face slightly into your lap as his strong arms gently embraced you, “i love you y/n….” he whispered so softly you almost didn’t hear him over your heartbeat pounding in your ears, “wh-what?” You asked wanting him to repeat it, no, wanting to hear him repeat it.
“I love you, y/n.” He repeated gladly as he squeezed you a little tighter, just wanting so badly to be closer to you as if this little gift was the final pluck to his mechanical heart strings. “Th-that’s what I thought you said.” You whispered feeling your face flush as your fingers tangled themselves into his wires, just softly playing with them, “I love you too, Ramy.” You said with a gentle breathy sigh.
———
Peaceful, but not calm. Is how Ramattra would describe the street outside your favourite takeaway restaurant. He ignored the buzzing of his com and the attached call with it and watched as buskers of all kinds performed around him, from musicians belting out off key lyrics to Lucio’s latest songs, to caricature artists drawing at a speed he could only describe as carpal inducing, there was something for everyone to engage with. Though, most people simply kept walking.
Another call, more buzzing, he ignored it.
He could see why you liked it so much, it’s vibrancy, the energy, it suited you. But he had to admit, the image of you snuggled within his arms safe in your pjs and a cosy blanket suited you far better, even more so with nothing covering you at all…
“Order for Y/n??” The feminine omnic voice from within the restaurant called out snapping him back to reality, “ah yes- Gah-” he stammered bonking himself in the side of the head with his staff as he stood up right and hurried over taking it. “Here you go dear.” The omnic said with a soft blink to her forehead lights as she handed ramattra the food, “Thank you for taking care of our Angel, I’m glad they’ve finally got someone lookin after them like they do for all of us.” She mused as she wiped her hands on her apron.
“It’s the least I can do, they’re… truely remarkable.” He said with a soft love struck lilt to his voice. “That they are, there’s few folks like them around these days. Hopefully things will keep picking up for them with you around and… more people like them will come too… ah, but enough of my chit chat, hurry an get going before that gets cold!” She chuckled and waved her hand to him.
Ramattra nodded, “if there are good people around, they’ll want to show their faces soon… thank you, I’ll be back again tonight for their usual!” He said waving back as he hurried out and into the now… eerily quiet street.
He was a good few steps short of the alleyway that lead to your garage when he finally noticed the silence, because it was quickly replaced by an ungodly loud blast as smoke erupted from behind buildings and the blaring of car horns mixed with the distant screams of innocent civilians running for their lives.
Another buzz, he finally answered seeing Akandes name staring back at him, “Akande what’s going on?!” He shouted watching as people and vehicles began to rampage towards him in any attempt to get away from the invasion swooping in from the city paths he’d mapped out.
“I’ve been trying to call you since you took off this morning! The invasion’s begun! Overwatch found out about our plans we need you to get to position n-” Akandes voice was suddenly silenced as your number popped up in his vision. Without hesitation he ended Akandes call to answer yours and before he could speak your panicked voice sounded within his head along with the scraping and slamming of metal, “HEL-” was all you managed out before the line went dead.
His plans be damned, talon be damned, you were in danger. He bolted down the alleyway and scaled up and over buildings, leaping, ducking, anything he could to reach you faster until he finally staggered out into the garage street to see the horror before him.
Omnics. All the ones you’d repaired with the parts he’d given you, now either violently attacking the buildings doors to reach you inside, or the ones only partially repaired… he wanted to cover his vision as he watched them desperately rip themselves apart trying to fight the program overtaking them. He wanted to cover his ears hearing them scream and plead for it to stop, how they didn’t want to fight again…
But the Omnics breaking through the barrier keeping your safe quickly changed his mind. They were under null sectors control now, built with parts talon made for null sector, all of them infected… He stepped forward and raised his staff up making the orb glow brighter, he watched as they turned their gazes to him and backed away from the doors slowly, and he directed them all into a line up like soldiers… his soldiers. “the battle is that way…” he said pointing to the smoke rising up over the buildings, “go…” he said stepping aside to allow them passage through the narrow path.
They nodded and swiftly marched forward, to a death he knew none of them wanted, or signed up for, and he fought back the scream he wanted to cry out as he locked gazes with the last one who passed. A different body, but the face was unmistakable, as was the uniform & the name printed in perfectly readable text, Samson…
But still he composed himself and hurried to the garage opening the door with his key… a key you didn’t know he’d made. “Y/n?! Y/n where are y-Gaa-ahh..hahh-” he gasped in horror as his foot collided with the head of a now dismantled omnic… his gaze followed its pieces scattered across the floor, bolts and plating mixed with smatterings of blood, leading to the desk… And you hiding beneath it.
You sat there, forehead bleeding, eyes wide, arm still in a sling with your one useable one holding a bat, the very same bat the man had left, the very same bat ramattra had crushed your shoulder with, and now you sat pointing it directly at him. “You-” you choked out, the bat wobbling in your grasp as you visibly shook with fear, with anger.
Ramattra stepped forward cautiously, he recognised that expression, that look. He’d made countless humans wear the same look before, but seeing it on you, his human, his darling, it crossed his circuits and stung with an unimaginable pain, “y/n youre bleeding!” He said reaching his free arm out to you, hoping against all hope that you wouldn’t blame him for this, hoping you’d just let him take you into his arms.
The hollow clang of metal hitting metal was enough to dash his hopes entirely.
You didn’t even register youd moved until the rustling of plastic filled your ears. Ramattra reeled back from the hit dropping the lunch he’d bought you on the floor next to the dismembered omnic, the lights on his forehead flickered and sparked where he held the now dented part of his faceplate in shock. “Y-y/n you-” he whispered in disbelief and hurt only for your voice to erupt over his with an anger he never imagined you’d be capable of feeling.
“NO YOU! YOU USED ME!!” You screamed stepping further away from him all the while still holding the bat out towards him. “I REPAIRED ALL THESE ONNICS WITH THE PARTS YOU GAVE ME AND LOOK AT WHAT YOUVE DONE TO THEM!!” You cried gesturing to the omnic you killed to protect yourself.
Ramattra stepped forward again, reaching out as if he could just hold you and make things better, “I didn’t know I-I asked my associate to supply you with parts and software I didn’t know they’d send you the null sector armaments! I wanted to help you repair damaged Omnics not build more soldiers out of them when we already had willing ones to fi-…” he froze realising what he’d just said, he’d confirmed his guilt…
“You we’re working with null sector this entire time then?… to the point you had knowledge of their production…” you said with heartbreak in your voice and tears bubbling in your throat as you held back sobs. “Y/n…” Ramattra said taking another step forward.
“DONT COME ANY CLOSER TO ME!!” You yelled pointing the bat at him making him halt in place, “I dedicated my life to helping Omnics in a world who hated them. I helped them find jobs, I picked them up when they were down and I worked so, so hard to make humans see them as good people… all of that work… gone. Because of you…” you said looking at him, then at the omnic by his feet. “they’re all going to die because of you…”
Ramattra understood what heartbreak was, he’d felt it plenty of times before. He mourned with zenyatta over mondattas death, he desperately tried to save Omnics from passing away as he held them in his arms and felt agony as he watched them let go… but nothing hurt anywhere near as much as this, as seeing you hurting, as seeing you, of all people, hating him…
“I never meant to let it get this far…” he said softly as he picked up his staff, “I never meant to fall in love…” he whispered loud enough for you to hear before turning to leave, “I’m sorry you think I ruined your hard work and my methods are cruel and wrong, but I promise you…” he paused glancing back at you, “I Will fight until my death to create the perfect world we both want-?!” He dashed out of the way quickly as suddenly the bat came flying from your grasp smashing into the wall by where he stood a few seconds prior.
“GET OUT!!” You screamed… he gladly complied and rushed out without another word… You sighed and rubbed your face with your hand, wiping the blood back from your eyes as you looked at the destruction of your studio… your home… Then your eyes fell on the spilled bag of takeout left by your now ex boyfriend, and worst enemy… “all I wanted was to help…” you sobbed thinking of all the innocent lives now ruined because of your work, and the heartache you felt knowing you fell in love with the one who caused it all to go wrong…
———
Ramattra sat quietly in his room, his damaged faceplate replaced and his cables plugged into the charging station but his consciousness very much aware as he stared out at the city through his window. The smoke billowing up from buildings now slowly being extinguished. Overwatch arrived but far too late, the damage was done… far more damage than anyone intended.
“Where were you today?…” Akandes deep voice snapped his attention to the doorway. Ramattra focused on his figure framed by the warm light illuminating through from the hall. “I was visiting the associate I told you about… they almost died today because of you…” He said lowly, trying his best to convey his anger and displeasure.
“Because of me? You told me they needed parts and software. I provided.” Akande said showing genuine confusion. “DOMESTIC PARTS AND SOFTWARE!” Ramattra roared rising to his feet, “INNOCENT OMNICS WERE CORRUPTED BY THE PARTS YOU PROVIDED! THEY REPAIRED CIVILIANS! NOT SOLDIERS! AND NOW THEY DESPISE ME THEY-… they…” Ramattra paused unable to bring himself to admit the truth… he couldn’t say out loud that you hated him. The pain was too much to handle…
“Forgive me for the misunderstanding then.” Akande said glancing him up and down, trying to read his body language, “Had I of known you wished to mend the innocent I’d of provided the correct equipment, I was under the impression this associate was the same one who built your other null sector companion… but… I can see they were a lot more than just an associate to you…” he said standing up right as he pushed off of the door frame. “I apologise… but their deaths, weren’t in vain. We finally got one up on Overwatch and I’m certain your associates work assisted in that.”
Ramattra clenched his fists and turned his gaze back to the window, “your words bring me no comfort… their deaths should have never happened… leave. I need to think…” he sighed.
Akande, while not one to take orders or respect authority beyond his own, at least understood when it was best to avoid pressing further into a conversation that could turn an ally into a foe. “very well. Just remember we’re leaving in 2 hours… whatever you’re working through I suggest you sort it out fast…” he said pausing in the hall, “And your associate… if their reputation is ruined and their life destroyed because of ‘me’… They’ll be welcomed here with a full pay rate if it’ll keep peace between us.” He said with a deep sigh, not fully understanding but recognising the heartache the omnic is visibly presenting.
“They wouldn’t accept…” ramattra whispered in response hearing akande leave down the hall… “Y/n…” he whispered staring back out at the city and the carnage he caused in the name of peace, barely even noticing the alert message popping up in his sensor amongst the glow of the neon lights.
———
“Thank you John and our thoughts and prayers are with the victims in Rio still reeling from the tragedy. But back over to New York where the new Overwatch is still on the scene of the latest invasion. Hundreds of casualties line the streets from Omnics to humans, some of them civilians. Others-”
You choked back a sob and turned off the news seeing the familiar faces of one’s you’d repaired now laying dead. Nobody having the curtesy to cover them like they would humans, except a shambali monk and his ninja companion… you wanted to shrink into a ball and cry, to make yourself small in hopes you’d disappear from existence itself, to just squeeze your eyes shut and open them pretending like you never met that beautiful and cruel omnic who stole your heart and destroyed it and the life you’d worked so hard to build.
But the beeping of the microwave and the scent of your reheated favourite meal so gently reminded you there were still things in the present worth existing for. You sighed flicking on YouTube for something to watch as you got up to retrieve your meal, the same meal Ramattra had brought you and left spilled on the ground. You had to throw most of it away but a decent feed was still salvageable, even after you had to pick chips of fibreglass and bolts out of it.
You felt your stomach flip remembering the lifeless stare of the dismembered Omnics head staring up at you as you swept the food into a dustpan and cleaned up the mess. How you had to make yourself think they were just an object, a machine, so it wouldn’t make you feel sick as you gathered their parts up into a bag all the while remembering how they went from telling you how excited they were to propose to their human partner to them trying to dismember you like you had to them…
“Everything was going so… good…” you whispered pulling out the food and staring at it, remembering how ramattra would fuss at you to eat, before inevitably feeding you himself and visibly enjoying how shy the act alone made you, “I finally had a chance to help them, all of them…” you sighed stirring the food about slightly too make sure it was hot.
“But there was no helping someone like you…” you said thinking of ramattra but addressing your own reflection in the microwave door… not even noticing the voices outside your door, or the smell of gasoline slowly wafting in through the air vents.
“You sure this is the right place?…”
“Yeah, this is definitely the place. I told you they were building machines for null sector.”
“Fucking shut up and hurry before their body guard turns up.”
———
Ramattra stretched ever so slightly as he unplugged himself from the charging port and began gathering up his things to depart the city. He picked up his staff and grasped for his cowl, freezing as his fingers traced over your stitching and distinct handywork… he sighed and pulled it on, he knew it’d be best to move on and have it replaced but… He couldn’t.
His eyes scanned around the room ensuring he had no other items that could implicate him laying around before finally noticing the alert in the corner of his vision display…
“Hm?” He mused as he selected it only to feel his entire body lock up as he spotted your name staring back at him with a simple message. “Help.”
———
Ramattra didn’t even notice he was moving until he was already out of the building. Staff disassembled and nemesis active he scaled houses and walls and leapt over entire city blocks only stopping as he spotted a bright orange glow in the direction of your home from over the rooftops, “no, Y/N!!” He screamed as he hurled himself forward jumping over several more streets before landing down in the alley he’d first entered to find your sanctuary…
Landing right in front of not only the men he’d let get away the day he accidentally hurt you… but the man he’d left to die the day you two first met…
They stared up at him in horror as he stared back with murder in his soul, before his gaze slowly rose up to see the garage, your home, on fire… and as he glanced back down at them, the golden orange glow danced on his reflective finish as he grabbed each of them and tore them apart like wings from a butterfly, leaving them gargling and screaming in agony on the pavement as he strode toward the flames and staggered inside.
Smoke billowed from every where he turned, he had to try to save it, your home, save you, he’d already taken so much from he couldn’t take anymore. He hurried through the blaze searching for you for any sign of life he could, “Y/N! ANSWER ME! Y/N PLEASE ANSWER ME!!!” He screamed as he fumbled around.
The smog clouded his main vision, and the heat was too intense to pick up your body temperature beyond it, he released his main arms and desperately felt around, only momentarily feeling relief as he found a fire extinguisher, he sprayed it over your workbench, your main desk- you.
He dropped it in shock seeing you laying by your chair, body bloodied, mangled, burned, and your phone laying open beside you, he thought for a moment you were dead. From your injuries or smoke inhalation but your shallow raspy cries of pain managed to reach his audio receptors over the roar of the flames, “y/n… Y/N!” He cried out spraying more around you to keep you from the fire before tossing the empty canister away as he dropped to his knees and cautiously pulled you into his embrace as if he feared even touching you would be enough to kill you.
‘Too late, I’m too late’, he thought as he held you so gently in his arms, his hands fumbling at his robes to remove them and hold the fabric to your head in hopes to stop the bleeding.
If he could cry he swore tears would be pouring down his face beneath his mask plate. He stared at your paling skin as the wound on your forehead deeper into the cloth he held so firmly but so carefully to you. He desperately held you closer and closer praying to whoever would listen that your body wouldn’t grow cold.
‘I should have never left you alone! I should have tried harder to convince you to my side! I should have never let this happen…’ he thought as he carefully tucked your hair out of the way, wanting so badly to just clean your face of the blood like it was the paint you’d so often somehow manage to get smeared on yourself. Wanting so badly for you to just open your eyes as if you’d fallen asleep on the floor from overworking yourself.
He looked around at your once homely, welcoming workshop, a haven for Omnics of all kinds where they could come to be cared for and loved… now destroyed. Tools stolen, machines shattered and smoking despite the foam from the fire extinguisher he’d depleted in an attempt to save your home from further destruction…. It wasn’t safe here for you anymore… it’d never be safe, so long as the humans responsible, and those like them, continued to live…
“R-Ramy?…” your soft raspy voice hit his audio receptors like a choir of angels… his gaze snapped back to you, your broken, fragile, human body in his arms. And your perfect, kind smile, staring back up at him as you feebly reached out a hand to hold his face with your broken fingers…
If he had a heart he was certain it’d be beating uncontrollably in his chest, despite your knowledge of who he really is, despite your last encounter, here you were, smiling at him, reaching for him despite the pain you were undeniably in. “I’m here… I’m here y/n, don’t strain yourself…” he cooed so softly as he carefully adjusted the now soaked cloth on your forehead and took hold of your hand. “Th-they… my home…” you whimpered beginning to remember the horror you’d experienced.
Ramattra knew you’d hate him, he already knew you hated his actions. You’d made that very clear when you found out the truth… but it wasn’t safe here for you anymore. This world wasn’t safe for you, not yet… he’d need to keep you safe himself until then. Safe, with him… “I know, y/n…” he cooed softly knowing there was nothing he could say to fix the situation. The best he could do is make your life comfortable and keep you sheltered as he built your perfect peaceful world by tearing down this one like he did the monsters who hurt you…
You whimpered and clung onto him as he hoisted you up and carried you from the building as it began to finally give out. And the more you squeezed and held on tighter, Ramattra held you closer and closer until his forehead gently pressed to yours with a soft kiss like gesture.
And as the run down building youd called home for so long and made into a sanctuary for the downtrodden finally fell to the hatred that it once stood strong against, your phone buzzed one final time with a reminder notification from your messages. Ramattra replying to your s.o.s with a simple message sent before his rescue. “Im on my way darling…”
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🕯️and🎁 for Maximillien?
Yeah robot billionaire!!! Thankyou very much!!!
Asks from Here
🕯️ - How do they feel about punishing you?
He's not above it, per say, but he does find it rather unnecessary. Even if I do something he doesn't like, hang off of someone else (mostly Ramattra), or fall off schedule, or get the nice new clothes he just had tailored for me stained, I'm usually quick to recognize my mistake, correct it, and apologize... Usually. (I can be pretty dense about how close I am to other people sometimes)
He's also much quicker to make it someone else's fault than he is to blame me, or put it as part of my charming nature, something he'd hate to ruin by punishing it. So what if I'm a little too affectionate with other people? It's part of my charm.
Rather than punishing me he's much more likely to make a show of ownership, some sort of claim over to to hold over another person who I was just a little to close with for his liking.
🎁 - What about rewards? Do they reward you, and if so, how?
Maximillien's always been a gift giver. He's a strong believer in the ability to buy one's love, and I am no exception.
Though a lot of what an outsider would think of as Gifts are actually more for himself than for me. New clothes, fancy jewelry, nice dates out at fancy restaurants, the sort of high class living most anyone dreams of, it's all for him, as a show that I am his and he can out bid anyone in a room for my affections, so no one else should even try.
Instead when he truly wants to reward me, he'll lean into my obsession with Omnic construction. New Manuals, tools, work, things to fiddle with, to take apart and put back together. Things to learn from.
He even once got permissions to take me to an Omnium. It had long sense shut down, of course, and had already been looted and picked clean. It was even set for demolition, though there were protestors claiming it a historic monument. The building wasn't safe, we weren't able to go deep in or wander around too much, it was collapsing and full of graffiti and broken junk, but it was so beautiful to me.
He ended up making a donation to the local government to have the place restored and turned into a museum! It's under construction now and we're already invited to it's grand opening!
#Thankyou for asking#Maximillien#Yandere#He's very possessive but other than that he's rather harmless#But he IS a billionaire which adds a whole other layer#I love Max he's kind of pathetic wet blanket#He's also a show off and in it for himself mostly#And I love him <3#He puts up with my affections for Ramattra because he's my BROTHER Max can't I hug on and hang out with my brother 🥺?#Ramattra on the flip side does NOT put up with Max he does not like him or how he controls me around#Anyway I love him. He is incredibly sexy <3
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overwatch ratings based on how they would date
did this a while ago but spent too much time on it for it to not be posted. this is just a personal opinion and personal ratings based off lore and bias tbh. this will be updated with every hero (if I remember to lol)
Tanks:
D.VA: 6/10. Caring and loving, fun gaming dates, but gets recognized a lot, and if it came down to it she’d choose her job to protect south korea over her lover
Doomfist: 4/10. He’d be a gentleman but probably only in it for sex or to be a sugar daddy. He’d treat his “lover” with respect tho so not a total loss i guess.
Junker Queen: 7/10. After the shit she’s been thru i think she doesnt really want a partner cuz shes afraid they’re just using her to get to the throne or that she’ll lose them. She’s protective and caring but also a bit overprotective to the point where it’s like okay calm down. Also might get into a few fights but eh.
Orisa: 0/10. she thinks it would be cute to be in a relationship but knows she cant be in one due to being the “protector of numbani”. so no.
Ramattra: 8/10. Deadass depends if it’s an omnic or not. If his lover is an omnic he will cherish them and take care of them, knowing that they’re one of the few things he loves in this life. If it’s a human then theres some. Problems. He doesnt open up easily and while he’s still protective and caring he can sometimes get very distant towards them because he fears that they only got close to him to use him or kill him.
Reinhardt: 9/10: Perfect gentleman. Treats you with respect and love, and cherishes you no matter what. -1 is because he can be really loud sometimes even when he doesnt mean to be
Roadhog: 5/10. I think of him as aroace but he would try and give it a shot just to feel what it’s like. Hes very quiet but also very calm. He would listen to his lover and do his best to help them, but he moves around a lot thanks to junkrat now and might cut off communication with you just to keep you safe when he's on the run
Sigma: 5/10. A real gentleman, would treat his lover with respect and kindness and love. Only downside is when he has one of his mind breaks and breakdowns. He forgets who he is and just focuses on violence. Also his control of gravity in that state is very fucky so if he’s having a breakdown his lover might get throw to the ground. He feels like jackshit afterwards and probably realizes it’s best not to have someone he cares about so close to him
Wrecking Ball: 0/10 no. he would simply not even if he wanted to. Aroace hampter
Winston: maybe a 1/10. i feel like he doesnt want a romantic relationship with anybody and just wants friends (aroace monke)
Zarya: 6/10. Protective and caring but would focus too much on her job. would also pick her country over her lover if it did come down to it
Mauga: 8/10: Would treat his lover right and give them anything they asked for. Free beach house, gifts, and a loving, protective, obsessive bf. -2 because slight yandere vibes and can get too possesive-
Damage:
Ashe: 6/10. Partners in crime kinda thing but if you’re not really into that stuff she’s probably not that into you. She has BOB watching you when she cant during a fight but shes always next to you when she can be.
Bastion: 0/10. Dude just wants to live in the woods with his bird he doesnt want that stuff.
Cassidy: 8/10. Southern sweetheart. Treats his partner with love and respect. Only downside is that he’d be out a lot doing his job, but he would let somebody else do it to be with you if it’s a special occasion or if he really wants to stay with you.
Echo: 2/10. Not big on romance but would try it out for science. Sadly in the end it’s not real love so. Oof
Genji: 9/10. Probably doesn’t want a relationship at first because of his body but he gets used to it and opens up his heart. Honestly very good boyfriend would be there to listen and help you with stuff. -1 cuz he might be out doing overwatch stuff a lot and also might not be the most exciting person to be around if you're a hyper person.
Hanzo: 6/10. Can’t see him getting in a relationship after everything thats happened but if he did he’d be kinda bad at it but you could tell that he’s trying his best.
Junkrat: 5/10. I love him but i cant really see him *staying* in a relationship for long. He doesn’t know how to stop sometimes and can get really annoying really quick but he loves making things for his lover and would do his best to keep them away from the dangerous bombs. He loves them a lot but doesn’t know how to turn the love down. Really clingy so if youre into that cool.
Mei: 9/10. Absolute sweetheart. Loves you to bits and takes you out to her favorite restaurants and stuff. -1 cuz you had to have a long distance relationship due to her being in Antarctica and the fact she slept for years with no communication with her lover-
Phara: 4/10. Cares about her job more but would be an okay girlfriend, doing the basics.
Reaper: 1/10. He’s done with love and would probably just just be a sugar daddy or just be there for sex. Even if he did find himself feeling something he’d ignore it and move on
Sojourn:5/10. Not interested in dating or finding love but if it finds her she’ll go for it. Pretty nice girlfriend, makes sure to take care of her lover but does focus on her job a lot more sometimes.
Soldier:76: 0/10. Not interested and has made sure to break off any past relationships. Doesn’t want the people he cares about to get hurt. So he still cares but doesnt go see them.
Somba: 7/10. Would be a pretty good girlfriend if she wanted to have a relationship. She keeps all people she cares about far away and unaware of her deeds at Talon. So a long distance relationship until she can take some time off to go see her lover and vibe.
Symmetra: 3/10. Doesn’t know how to even start a relationship and doesn’t really want to. Her job is important to her so she wouldn’t want distractions from it.
Torbjorn: 6/10. His wife and him had a few children and have been married for a while so he’s probably got the whole love thing covered.
Tracer: 9/10. Probably one of the best on this list. She’s loving and caring and makes sure to spend a lot of time with her partner.
Widowmaker: 3/10. Last partner she had was um. killed by her so. +3 if you could break down her walls and see the real her but very low chance
Venture: 8.5/10: Would talk to you about rocks, fossils, and everything else they can think about. They’d even let you name rocks around the house. -2 cuz they’ll talk your ear off about rocks n stuff while also bouncing around everywhere. They can also be gone for long periods of time but always makes sure to call. If you can deal with the infodumping and adhd then 9.5/10 for you
Support:
Ana: 5/10. She doesn’t want a relationship but she’d be very loving and caring to her lover.
Baptiste: 8/10. Great boyfriend, lovers needs always come first and he’s very open and always has an ear out to listen. -2 because he’s constantly on the run and the relationship could get stressed.
Brigitte: 5/10. Mostly focused on her work but would make a pretty good girlfriend if she finds the right person. The relationship would mostly be a test one because she lowkey doesn’t understand it.
Kiriko: 4/10. Would love to be in a relationship but protecting her home is more important than finding love to her.
Lucio: 9/10. Actual sweetheart. Would make music for you and would cancel shows last second if something came up and you needed something. If you need anything he’ll be there to help.
Mercy: 8/10. She’s really focused on her work but no matter what would take time to come stay with you for a while. -2 because sometimes too focused on work and sometimes doesnt have time to see you for a long time.
Moira: 0/10. Not looking for a relationship and would probably lie just to get you strapped to a table and butchered.
Zenyatta: 7/10. Would make a decent boyfriend but he can’t have relationships due to being a monk. He’d be there to listen and to give advice when you needed it.
Liveweaver: 9/10. Perfect boyfriend in every way. Like no competition. -1 cuz he's on the run from multiple governments so he won't be able to talk all the time or be with you much to his dismay. multiple texts a day tho
Illari: 4/10. Tbh I can't see her getting into a relationship after everything. She's too scared that something will happen with her powers again and hurt her lover
#overwatch#overwatch 2#overwatch x reader#i dont wanna tag everyone im sobbing rn#dva x reader#doomfist x reader#junker queen x reader#ramattra x reader#reinhardt x reader#roadhog x reader#siebren de kuiper x reader#zarya x reader#mauga x reader#ashe x reader#cassidy x reader#genji x reader#hanzo x reader#junkrat x reader#mei x reader#baptiste x reader#mercy x reader#Lifeweaver x reader#devv's writings
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💟—Desperate—💟
part one
nsfw
TW: noncon, dubcon, abuse, yandere
contains: kidnapping, blood, injuries, fingering, human pet, humiliation
reader is gender neutral
It’s cold. Colder than the gray cement floor. Colder still than Ramattra’s metal plating and what scarce heat reflected from its surface.
Outside, in some distant world, the sun warmed all it touched. But that was stolen from you. He tossed into this barren room, only being taken out to “play”. An activity that involved anything but fun for you. Ramattra’s idea of play meant whatever satisfied his sadistic flavor of the week, any enjoyment you might derive being nothing short of error.
You had stopped trying to count the minutes, lost track of the days without the sun. Wherever your family way, you only prayed that they escaped the clutches of his forces, found refuge in some other city. It was the only hope you had, however foolish. There was no energy left in you to contemplate whether death was a worse fate than being reduced to whatever you had been made to be.
A streak of white light swallowed the room. Repulsed, you shielded yourself, chains shuffling as you moved. Two voices spoke, Rammatra’s robotic hum and another you can scarcely recognize.
“My,” an omnic voice chided, “What a mess you’ve made. A remarkable visage spoiled by your folly.”
“Shut up and take your reward,” Rammatra spoke, turning away. You adjusted to the light and recognized the other voice as soon as you matched its face. The other omnic that found you that day. The day you were kidnapped. Sleek as you remembered him, in polished steel and a well-tailored suit.
“Not so fast,” his gaze fixed on you, but not in address, “I have something more in mind.”
“I said,” you flinched as his voice darkened, a sound you had heard at your most vulnerable, “Take your reward. Before I stop feeling so generous.”
“Have some sense. You’ve no mastery in handling delicate things, and what a precious creature you’ve caught. You’d be a fool to let this one go to waste,” he walked towards your withered body.
“What harm is there to wasting it?”
You couldn’t help the desperate sobs that erupted through your slitted eyes, praying someone could save you from this hell. Almost as if to answer you, the other omnic bent on his knee and raised to hand to cup your cheek.
“Don’t fret, dear. I have ways to make your master soften. Just follow my lead, won’t you?”
You kept your gaze low and nodded shallowly.
“No doubt you’ve fallen for their charms - if your frequent visits to your quarters are any accurate measure. You don’t mean such harsh words.”
“Please,” he scoffed, “I am not nearly as weak as you. Humans bring me no pleasure.”
“And yet,” the omnic hummed, “You keep them displayed like this. What a sight, indeed. Turn over, pet, let me see what your master has done to you.”
Despite your shame, you fulfilled his command, lifting your head and displaying your back to the two omnics. You hear gears turn in an amused purr as his hands examined your recently used body.
“I want no part in this, Maximilien. I had no intent to lead you here, but you have earned it. So do as you please and then take your leave.”
The smaller omnic - Maximilien - continued to lap around you. He leaning down and whispered in your ear, “Let me show you how much more skilled I am than your little master.”
You knit your brows tight enough to make your head ache and your stomach tensed. You had endured too many nights at Rammatra’s mercy, so much trauma that left you bloody and sore. Hours each day spent on your back, poked and squeezed until his marks colored your flesh a deep purple. A toy to spend his idle time when he needed to relieve himself. And now he was giving you to his friend.
He seemed already fascinated by the bruises on your body. You can imagine why - the smooth tips of his fingers grazing your tender skin, only to stab at your your nerves just to hear you scream. If he was anything like Ramattra, maybe. What other tortures men like them enjoy, you didn’t want to think about. You would be witness to them soon enough.
A large, unmistakable clawed hand grabbed your arm and pulled you away.
“A dangerous taunt from such a small creature,” how surprising it was to hear someone with such a passion for his own people to spit an insult with the same venom you had heard in your own little town.
“What keen ears you have, dear brother,” Maximilien hummed, “I had hoped you’d have other matters to attend to. Surely more important than this pet of yours.”
He pulled you closer with a strength you feared might severe your arm right then and there. And yet you leaned into him, somehow finding some comfort in his protection. Even if it wasn’t as intended for you as you would’ve liked to think.
Faint light shone white on Maximilien’s polished loafers, rolling like a pebble with each step he took. Ramattra released you, his shadow shrouding you in darkness. The smaller omnic kneeled, sharp eyes on yours. They burned like flames sunken in his face and fueled your fear.
But his touch was gentle, delicate fingers grazing your skin. Your breath jumped, skin rose in bumps as his fingers tips traced your shape. He cupped your chin and lowered his gaze. Your chest tightened, metal digit resting on your lip. He pushed further and your body responded before you could choke on the moans that left from your lips. His blazing eyes soften.
“Beautiful.”
Ramattra’s hand cupped underneath your chin, lifting your head high and you met the gaze of the same stoic face you learned to fear. He reveled in contorting your body in awkward positions. Maximilien tutted in disapproval, “Why don’t we show your master what a lovely pet you can be?”
Your eyes were wet and you fluttered away heavy tears. He must’ve taken that as a sign of approval, running a hand over you back as he returned to examine between your legs. Rammatra knelt. All the hours spent at his disposal kept you alert in his presence, like the primal instinct of prey when being stalked by predator. All too exposed to the two of them, you yelped when you felt Maximilien’s noticeably smaller hand creep up the length of your thigh.
“Don’t be afraid, dear one,” he cooed, “You’ll be getting very comfortable with me very soon.”
You hushed the urge to cry, swallowing a hiccup, and let him continue massaging your inner thigh, touching closer and close to your most sensitive appendage. His hand cupped the swell of your ass, kneading soft moans out of you. The motions teased you most sensitive parts and numbed your mind at the pleasure. He laughed and shook the meat of your thighs in small, rapid movements that sent vibrated the fat of your lower body. You arched your back, missing the pressure between your legs and Maximilien met your plea with a finger lightly dipping into you but not enough to satisfy.
“So good for me, such a good toy you are.”
You turned frantic at the praise, like a starved man at a feast, moaning and presenting your aching body to him. Eager for his touch. He laughed again. Music, ecstasy. You could beg if you knew the words.
His fingers sunk into you, reliving the pain from more uninvited encounters. But the entry was much more bearable when his fingers expertly indulged that spot between your legs. You could find sweet pleasure past all the pain. And you let yourself go, moaning salaciously as your mind went blank with desire. Maximilien played you like a puppet, curling his finger inside you and hitting spots so precisely you become putty in his hands.
“More,” Ramattra’s deep voice killed you moans and stiffened your body.
“Not yet,” Maximilien focused, no longer playful, “This is a careful process.”
Maximilien’s nimble touch was forced out of you, leaving you exposed as your sensitive body met with Ramattra’s own, sharp and cold. Not at all the comfort you had just known. His large hands dragged you by your thigh and sat you on his knee.
“What do you think you’re doing, you damned brute?” you never thought Maximilien could be angry before this moment.
“You’ve had your fun,” the tips of two metal digits threaten to tear you open, rimming you.
“Gentle!”
“I’m tired of waiting,” you’re already sobbing, but when his unforgiving fingers force their way through you, you’re screaming. There’s no relief when he pulls back, your body far too sore to recover in such a short amount of time before you’re filled again. His other hand held you still, and you would’ve been perfectly still if he wasn’t gripping you so hard enough to cut through your skin. You’ve learned to stop begging, stop crying for help, it only makes things worse. So you sobbed silently, whimpering when you needed to breathe. Maximilien’s hand fell on your back, trying to rub some sort of comfort into you. It meant nothing.
“You didn’t enjoy that show I put on for you earlier?” he asked.
“I admit,” he relaxed his fingers, “It was sweet. But I tired quickly of pathetic little touches.”
“If you would have waited you would see that I was getting to that,” Maximilien, too, was losing patience, “Enough of this, you won’t make good on any arrangement if you don’t let me take your pet for myself.”
He stopped, he actually stopped. When he released your limp body, the hard ground felt soft as a pillow. Maximilien took Rammatra’s soiled hand and brought it to your face.
“Clean your master, show him what a good pet you are.”
You would’ve loved to wrap your lips around Maximilien’s fingers, beg him with your eyes to finish you off. But to show that intimacy with Ramattra? Any sign of vulnerability you showed him he was sure to abuse. You closed your eyes tightly, tongue settling at his wet tips and tasting yourself.
“Eyes up,” Maximilien commanded.
That stoic face. Still somehow mocking you as you lapped the wetness, the taste and his gaze making you hold back bile. But you did as you were told, until only your saliva was left to glisten on his clawed hands.
That didn’t satisfy him for long, he was quick to wrap that same hand around your throat. He didn’t squeeze, but used his grip as leverage to manipulate you. He had you sit on your knees, head up. Maximilien raised a hand to interrupt the process.
“Still for just a moment and I can give you something you never knew you wanted,” the promise was invited, would’ve been sweeter without Ramattra here.
Ramattra hummed, thumb playing with your bottom lip. Peering down at you like a toy he was hesitant in sharing. He freed your neck, “I want you pleading for mercy at the end of this.”
If you hadn’t been so worn down, you might’ve fought back, sometimes wished you had the guts to spit a curse at him. Other times you were glad to be quiet. You shifted your gaze, hoping he didn’t notice your whimpering. Maximilien came forward and raked a hand through your hair. His touch was nothing short of delightful and melting into him became an instinct. Finally spoiled after endless abuse.
“So sweet for me,” he trailed his fingers down your cheek, lifted your chin and tilted it from side to side, “Your master loves to make a show of you, doesn’t he? Lay back.”
Shifting off your knees, you laid down on the thin blanket Rammatra had made your bed. Maximilien held your knees, rubbed circles into them as he watched you display your body for him.
“You’ve been lovely, darling, but I want to hear more from you,” he moved his hands to the back of your knees, spreading you apart, “A good pet begs.”
“Please,” you stammered in a whisper, not even sure what you’re asking for.
“You’ll have two masters, now. Address me as such,” he continued trailing down your legs, spreading you wider.
“Yes, master,” the words burned your cheeks in shame and muted anger. You looked away when he dipped his finger at your hole. Now that you’d been primed by Rammatra, there was no need for him to ease himself into you, yet he still kept a slow pace. His other hand steady at your hip, gently messaging you like a lover taking a virgin. You were still tender, but he eased the pain by thumbing over your arousal, messaging you just enough to ignore the sting.
He heavied the pressure, drawing soft moans from you again. His finger curled and your body sang in tune, stretching your body in bliss. His other hand tightened, squeezing as he built pressure. He released, sent a slap to your exposed ass and you yelped, “I’m not hearing any begging. Brother, come here.”
You let out pleading whimpers as you watched Rammatra approach. His gaze intent on your body, watched as you squirmed and begged at a mere touch. Maximilien pulled away when Rammatra knelt between your legs, holding your knees apart and spreading you wider than you thought possible at this position.
“Keep the pressure there and do what you were before. You’ll find much better results.”
His fingers filled you again, never just one, while his other hand took Maximilien’s suggestion. Though gentler, he was not as nimble as Maximilien and would too often painfully spear you. But when he hit just the right spot, the satisfaction was almost worth it.
“Beg. Now.”
He’d made that command to you before, and you cried and screamed to indulge him. Pleas not made in passion, but in fear. He wasn’t your master, he was your tormentor. The last thing you could imagine was him delighting in your pleasure. And you never thought you’d enjoy his touch. That you’d find bliss in begging him.
“Please, master,” you’re not even sure what it is you’re begging for, but it seemed to do wonders as he had you moaning loudly not long after. He didn’t need to ask again, you’re pleading with him frantically after every moan and by the way he increased to a brutal pace, it’s exactly what he wanted. He inserted another finger, the pain was hot and pricked a tear from your eye - ecstasy.
He sent a sharp slap to your ass, his strength dwarfing the Maximilien’s touch, while he began to scissor three claws inside of you. Your hands hurried to soothe the pain, stop it somehow but Maximilien caught your wrists and pinned them above your head. You tried for him to find sympathy in your wet eyes, but he kept you still as Rammatra stretched you impossibly full.
“That’s it, faster,” Maximilien ordered over your panicked, bouncing body with a determined voice. You kicked and squirmed. When Rammatra found just the right spot, the perfect tempo, your body took control. The sensation far too much for you to keep still any longer, so close to release.
“Yes, faster! Please, please, please,” voice tittering to babbling cries as your master stretched you brutally, his associate pinning you tighter as you came undone. Your mind chased bliss, and every sight is him, your master.
He can see it, too, that look on your face. Your desperate glances and quaking body, your legs spread wide open for him. You’re his, more than you ever have been before.
Your ears rang when you came, pain searing your sobering body. His fingers stopped scissoring but were still inside you. Maximilien released his grip and your rolled your wrists, wincing at the raw wounds. When Rammatra removed his fingers, you worried you would never be able to move your legs again.
He lifted you in his arms, tired and weak. “I will take the pet to my chambers to rest,” he curled his arms and pulled you closer, “I trust you enjoyed your reward. It was well deserved.”
#yandere overwatch#yandere#dark overwatch#yandere!overwatch#dark!overwatch#dark ramattra#yandere ramattra#ramattra x reader#yandere au#male yandere#yandere x reader#maximilien x reader#dark maximilien#yandere maximilien#overwatch maximilien#tw yandere#yandere x darling#yandere x you#yandere x y/n
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Oh my gd. Obsessive ramattra is something I didn't know I needed. Where he's just so lost from who was, the omnic you originally knew. Any concepts for how he'd try to force you settle into your life with him, or anything similar?
Following the scenario of you were involved with him in Shambali, you broke up, and then he takes you during his initial invasion:
The biggest boon Ramattra has is that he's dated you before. Sure, his information might be a decade out of date, but some things probably haven't changed. When you're trembling in fear on his command ship, he can bring you your favorite tea, the kind you'd drink during those bitter Nepali winters. Even if your taste has changed or you've found a new favorite, he still gets to work on that nostalgia. Him holding out a warm cup for you when you're unsettled goes a long way, even if he's the reason your city is aflame far below you.
He's also got a bit of truth to the danger of leaving him again. He could chip you and keep all his bots away from you, but he can't be sure Overwatch's defenses won't cause collateral damage that'll hurt you. And beyond that- humans get irrational in time of strife, civilians may harm you just because they're scared or worse, because they can. Even if you don't agree with his methods, surely you'll agree you're safer with him?
He spends time with you! A good relationship is built on time spent together, so between waves of his assault on humanity, he'll visit your quarters. You might start off by shrinking into the corners of your room and refusing to answer him, but sooner or later you'll crave any kind of interaction. And Ramattra offers them abundantly- he'll stay away from the topics he really wants to touch on for now because he's got you here, he can be patient a little longer before asking you opinions on things like London or Cairo? But he'll talk about his travels, all he's seen since you were last in his arms- the good parts, at least.
And once you start talking to him, it's like he's falling in love all over. He's hanging on every word, memorizes anything you even so much as mention. You miss the pillows you had? Done, he'll order a dozen. You smile, even a little? He may as well be shorting out.
The big thing with this version of Ramattra is that he wants you to love him again. He'll do anything for that, but know it won't happen if he hurts you. Even if you're resisting him, he has to keep his temper in check. And that suits him just fine- he prefers tactical precision over brute force, after all.
#ramattra#ramattra x reader#kidnapping#yandere#yandere ramattra#kat answers#overwatch#ramattra kidnapping au
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May I ask for Platonic Yandere headcanons for Zenyatta and Ramattra (Their names are so fucking hard to write) with a reader who is also an Omnic?
I think I have a little idea I can talk about for this :) Ramattra is the main yandere in this since Zenyatta is a bit too tame.
Yandere! Platonic! Zenyatta + Ramattra with Omnic! Darling
(Shambali Monk Era Idea)
Pairing: Platonic - Sharing -> Rivalry
Possible Trigger Warnings: Gender-Neutral Darling, Obsession, Manipulation, Overprotective behavior, The sharing is implied to became a rivalry near the end, Some angst, Religious themes, Jealousy, Possessive behavior, Not really TOO yandere but that's because Zenyatta is so tame, Forced companionship.
The one thing that comes to mind is when Zenyatta and Ramattra were both monks.
Perhaps you were also a monk, sharing camaraderie in your beliefs.
You were all Shambali monks for years, which causes the two to grow close to you.
Zenyatta was much more peaceful and tranquil while Ramattra often harbored resentment and discord.
The two acted like brothers to one another, although they see you in a similar light.
As a fellow Omnic monk... the two naturally feel bonded to you.
You're bonded by the same religion and similar beliefs.
All of your conversations are usually with the two, whatever they may be about.
I imagine at first they're fine with sharing.
Zenyatta has always been one to share his obsession... but Ramattra leans more on the possessive side.
Zenyatta often speaks to you about accepting others, no matter what they may think.
He wants you to accept humans as equals, despite you clearly being different from them.
Meanwhile Ramattra shares a different sentiment, often blaming humans for the issues with Omnic kind.
You do not blame his fire... but you also think on Zenyatta's thoughts too.
You care for the two... like siblings.
They are your brothers... you adore them and learn from them.
The two, mostly Ramattra, get jealous when you speak with those outside the temple.
Zenyatta is naturally more accepting, allowing you to communicate with humans and Omnics alike as you speak to others about your teachings.
Ramattra is more cautious, often showing disdain when he sees you speak with humans and compliant Omnics.
Why don't you understand that speaking with humans will hurt you?
The two are naturally protective of you.
It's just that one of them is more understanding of the other.
Affection is primarily verbal, you know they care for you by their words and some tasks they do for you.
You worship with them... then things fall apart.
Once the assassination of Mondatta occurs, a rift forms between you three.
Ramattra's hate towards humans boils over, plans for Null Sector brew in his mind.
Zenyatta tries to dissuade Ramattra's thoughts... while Ramattra tries to convince you to support him.
Your bond is torn... but both Omnics don't wish to let you go.
You begin to isolate yourself from your brethren, not daring to speak with them.
When Ramattra makes the decision to leave the Monastery, he comes to you to try and recruit you.
Surely you see that humans are the enemy now... do you not?
Their sharing would become a rivalry due to Ramattra's differing beliefs.
Zenyatta has already refused him, he at least wants you to support him.
But Zenyatta... eager not to have you leave him, urges you not to accept.
This rift brews their rivalry... both Omnics willing to do anything to keep their beloved companion.
Ramattra will drag you to Null Sector if he has to... mingling with humans will only cause pain.
Zenyatta isn't violent, but he will do whatever it takes to keep you as part of the Monastery.
If he doesn't... Ramattra will take you on a dark path of discord.
The question is... what side will you take?
A path of tranquility with Zenyatta...
Or a path of discord with Ramattra?
Regardless of your path... one of the two won't let the other have you completely.
You fear the bloodshed that will follow when Null Sector grows in power.
You wonder if you could've prevented this... you couldn't.
You don't want to be caught between them in a war for your affections.
But with Ramattra's feelings... such a thing could never happen.
Sometimes you think about the time you shared with them long before...
If you could... you'd weep.
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Okay look, I’m not crazy… Well I mean I am a little but it’s fine… Here’s some yandere overwatch..
This will include blood, possessive behavior, blah blah.. Mauga, Ashe, Junkrat, Sombra, Sigma and Ramattra are included.
Mauga :
He was always this over protective right? He threatened anyone who looked at his friends right?
"Where ya going? You're supposed to stay with me remember? Who will protect you and keep you safe if you're not with me?"
The look in Mauga's eyes was slightly scary, desperation pooled in them, he needed you after all. What would he do without you? He'd simply pass away.
"No, no.. You can't go see them. Stay with me, don't you wanna be safe? Darling, I don't want to have to tell you again."
His touches were rough, almost too rough, like he was worried someone would steal you.
"Can't have anyone taking you away from me, mine... All mine."
Ashe :
"Awh how cute, you think you have a chance with them? Oh no, they're mine.. Lay a finger on them and I swear I will show you what hell is."
Her fingers danced over your shoulders, displaying how only she could touch you, touch your body. Ashe was practically dangling you in front of them, showing exactly how much power she had over you.
"Aren't they just adorable? Such a sweet sight, look all you want. But I'm not keen on sharin'."
It happened so fast, painted nails digging into your throat, a shot firing straight past you toward the man, blood splattering across your face and Ashe's.
"No one gets to see my pretty little thing and live. Now.. Each time you think about going toward someone else, speaking to someone else, anything with someone who isn't me, I want you to remember this moment."
Junkrat :
"I'll kill em! They can't have you, you belong to me remember? I will make sure none of them even look at you."
His fingers gripped your skin, he couldn't let you go, his body wouldn't let him, what if you ran away? He can't possibly live without you, you're his favourite person, he needs you.
"Maybe I'll make you a nice little place and keep you here, that way you can never ever leave me. Would you like that? I would, I would love to wake up to you every morning."
Jamie's metallic hand drew hearts all over your back, obsessive traced hearts decorating your skin because of how hard he pressed.
"Mine, mine, mine, mine."
Sombra :
She had access to everything possible, she knew every little thing about you, that thing you wanted to hide and completely forget? Oh.. Olivia knows.
"What do you want for your birthday?"
"My birthday? I didn't tell you my birthday."
"You didn't have to, I know everything about you."
Her tone was playful but you could tell she was serious, the way her finger nails traced over the veins in your wrist showed you that..
"You have no idea mi amor, you are everything to me.."
Sigma :
Yes you knew he was insane but this..? Paper's scattered across his room, photos of you, photo's you didn't take. Your name written repeatedly over the walls, it was his own little sanctuary of you.
"See? I love you. No one else loves like I do."
His eyes were full of obsessiveness, insane cackles leaving his throat as he pinned up more photos of you. He needed to be surrounded by you at all times, he would go absolutely insane without it.
"It would be such a shame if this went poorly. I do not wish to kill you and then myself just so no one can have you."
Ramattra :
He took care of you but you weren't allowed to speak to anyone, absolutely no one. If you needed something you ask him, if you need help you ask him. He's learned how to do anything you might need, that way you'll never ever need anyone else.
"What is it? Oh you're hair is tangled? Well let me help you."
Ramattra moved you to sit on his lap, a brush softly going through your hair while his other hand held you by the throat.
"I need you to be still, you can handle this right?"
He chuckled at the small nod you gave.
"Ah.. My wonderful little pet human. No one else even knows you exist anymore, you really do belong to me."
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Now... I've never written something like this so enjoy, also I wrote this with the help of @bruhhhh-huhhhhh. So he deserves some credit too.
#overwatch#overwatch2#overwatch imagines#overwatch 2#mauga#maugaloa malosi#elizabeth caledonia ashe#jamison fawkes#junkrat#sombra#olivia colomar#sigma#siebren de kuiper#ramattra
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Vlog Yandere 🔪!:Hello, soo, idk how start this, but hey, call me Ghosty, any pronoun is enough for me. I'm going to write one shots, fanfics, and all that. I'm a slashers fucker, so my content will be based on, slashers, horror and action games.I'm going to start with the basics, which is a list of the fandoms and characters that I'll write, that I won't write etc. (English is not my first language so I apologize if there are any spelling mistakes).
Fandoms:
Devil may cry:
•Nero •Dante •Vergil •Lady •V
Resident evil:
•Luis sera •Leon S Kennedy •Carlos Oliveira •Claire Redfield •Chris Redfield •Jill Valentine •Wesker •Heisenberg •Lady Dimitrescu •Ethan Winters •Rebecca Chamber •Nemesis.
Dead by daylight:
•Kazan Yamaoka (oni) •Wraith •Legion •the trapper •Knight •Pinhead •Amanda •The huntress •the singularity •The spirit. •trickster.
•Any survivors. (Bill clearly not.)
Slashers:
•Jason Voorhees •Thomas Hewitt •Bubba sawyer •Ghostface •Vincent Sinclair •Bo Sinclair •Billy lenz •Michael Myers •Bramhs •Harry warden •Asa emory •Jennifer body. •Pyramid Head.•Alien •Predator.
•Venom •Carnage •Eddie
COD
•Alejandro Vargas •Ghost •Konig •Price •Rudy •Valeria •Nikto •Gaz •Soap •Kaegan •Horangi
•Doom Slayer.
Overwatch:
•Genji •Hanzo •Ramattra •Tracer •Mercy •Kiriko •Cassidy •Baptiste •Ashe •Pharah •Mei •Reaper •Sombra •Moira •Mercy •Soldier 76.
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These are some fandoms and characters that I will write for now, there will be more later.
What I will NOT write:
•Death of animals or pets.
•Agnst (infidelity, death of the reader,etc).
•p3do.
•Incest.
•Those disgusting things.
•Homophobia, racism, hate any minority.
YES I will write:
•Soft
•Comfort
•yandere
•Violence
•things like self harm or mental health. (So that it ends positive).
•Age diference. (Not much).
•Nswf
•Poly love affairs or s/o shared . (Harem, trio, etc. As long as the characters are of the same content.)
S/o or Reader will make it gender neutral, obviously except that the request specifies something like gender, subculture, profession etc.
Emojis that I will use to represent the plot:
🍋:NSWF
🌺:Fluffly
🫂:Comfort
🔪:Violence, blood, sensitive topics etc.
I do scenarios, one shots, etc yandere only!, obviously as long as what I will write and what I won't write is respected, since apart from stories this is a safe place for me. For now I will be writing requests, it is my first time writing here <3
Bye!
#firtspost#slashers#prompt list#begginer writer#devil may cry#resident evil#venom#doom#yandere#overwatch#stalkers#slasher fucker#dead by deadlight#fandoms#request#request open
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REQUEST INFO
Requests are currently: OPEN
Masterlist
| Fandoms and the characters I will write for:
Overwatch
Ashe
Ana
Baptiste
Bastion
Brigitte
Cassidy
Doomfist
D.Va
Echo
Genji
Hanzo
Junker Queen
Junkrat
Kiriko
Lucio
Mei
Mercy
Pharah (Platonic)
Ramattra
Reaper
Reinhardt
Roadhog
Sigma
Sojourn
Soldier: 76
Sombra
Symmetra
Tracer (Platonic)
Widowmaker
Zarya
Zenyatta
Assassin’s Creed
Alexios
Jacob Frye
Evie Frye
Bayek of Siwa
Ratonhnhaké:ton/Connor Kenway
Edward Kenway
Haytham Kenway
Classic Horror Movies
Jason Vorhees
Michael Myers
Ghostface (Billy and/or Stu)
Ash Williams
Leatherface
Team Fortress 2
Scout
Sniper
Medic
Spy
Soldier
Heavy
Pyro
Engineer
Demoman
Arcane
Vander
Jinx/Powder (Platonic/Romantic/Paternal)
Vi (Platonic/Paternal)
Caitlyn (Platonic)
Silco
Jayce
Viktor
Ekko (Platonic/Romantic/Paternal)
Marcus
Surf’s Up (2007)
Cody Maverick
Chicken Joe
Geek (Big Z)
Tank
Lani
How to Train Your Dragon
Hiccup
Astrid
Stoick
Honestly I'll probably write for anyone if requested
| What I write:
Character x Male!Reader
Character x GN!Reader
Character x Nonbinary!Reader
Character x (above)Reader x Character
| Things I will write:
Smut
Fluff
Poly Relationships
Trans!Male Readers/Characters
| Things I will NOT write:
Fem aligned (x reader wise)
SA/Non-con
Scat kink
Foot fetish
Pregnancy
Yandere
If you have any questions about a certain kink/fetish or trope, feel free to ask! Again, I can’t say for sure I will be comfortable writing certain asks and I would like to keep the ability to deny anything if it makes me uncomfortable.
#assassins creed odyssey#assassins creed syndicate#assassins creed#x male reader#male reader#gn reader#overwatch#horror movies#team fortress 2#poly relationship#smut#fluff#arcane#arcane netflix#arcane x male reader#surf's up#surf's up 2007#jacob frye#evie frye#alexios#bayek of siwa#connor kenway#edward kenway#haytham kenway#Ratonhnhaké:ton
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✦ W E L C O M E ✦
✦. :: call me psy or candy! she/her mostly or any, i am a female, bisexual, asian, i am above 18, october 28. more about me later on.
to summarize my account: 18+, dom fem/gn reader only, i write futanaris/dickgirls and cuntboys, sometimes I write selfships, all genders and subs are free to read my works/interact. im not as active nor social, yet at least. 16 and below, blank and ageless blogs dni.
✦ . . :: status — asks: closed ✦ requests: closed ✦ i need a bit more time before opening these up ^^ ✦ I have a bunch of drafts, mostly of ethan and konig
the reason as to why i only write fem/gn reader and not male reader is because i just dont like writing male reader, plus im not a male myself and enjoy being a dom as a female since its not very common, i find a female dom much more interesting and hot, im very sorry male reader enjoyers :( i use to write for male reader but it just doesnt feel the same now that i discovered femdom. all genders are still free to read my works or interact, i don't have a grudge or anything against male reader or anyone who's male aligned! thank you for understanding <3 I also won't always write cuntboy character and dickgirl reader, I'll occasionally do afab reader pegging amab character.
dni: 16 and below, blank and ageless blogs, basic dni criteria, shotacon, lolicon, ybc fans, fujoshi/fudanshi, overly obsessed with bl/gl, people who use 'yaoi' or 'yuri'.
current works: Ethan winters (drabble)
i will make a masterlist soon when i post more stuff ✦
✦ . . :: bolded white either means a warning (i write section) or something i will never do no matter what (i don't write section)
i write: aged up (charas that are 16 and up), dark content, incest, yandere, dubcon, power bottom characters (rarely), bottom dom reader (rarely), bottom characters, dom fem/gn reader, omegaverse, dickgirl/futanari, tentacles, some oc x character/self ships, breeding, knife/gun kink, monster/creature (ex. mermaid/merman), cuntboys, blood kink, 3somes or more, polygamy, voyeurism, aphrodisiac, belly bulge, pegging, size difference.
i dont write: reader receiving penetration, scat, piss, amputee, feet, vore, sex while pregnant, extreme r18g/nsfw gore, sub reader, male reader, characters that are 15 or under, irl people, vomit, lots of angst, role switch end of/mid chapter, religion stuff, reader giving blowjob.
extra: i wont write ur req if its not to my liking/interesting but i will for sure respond to thirsts and such ━ on a rare occasion ill write reader be a bottom dom, reader won't be receiving penetration ━ i don't like reader receiving penetration ━ i prefer to see more of the bottom characters dialogue and pleasure rather than the reader, so most of my works won't mention the readers pleasure but there'll be a decent amount of dialogue ━ when I write gn reader I won't specify ur sex, there won't be any sex actually ━ most of my smut writings will be on this account, if u wanna chat or talk in the asks head over to my other account @psycandybutpop :) ━ please don't private dm me immediately, ive got horrible social skills and i prefer my solitude, it also makes me anxious akfjfjf, i don't mind the asks, just don't private dm, tysm for understanding 😞
✦ . . :: MY LITTLE SUNSHINES
no anons yet (｡•́︿•̀｡)
✦. :: WHO/WHAT I WRITE
words in white are my favorites, to find a characters work; search this tag >>*[character] no spaces. aged up charas will be more tame, ill mostly write gn reader with them since it'll be simple
CURRENTLY FIXATED ON: rin itoshi, satan, ethan winters, childe, könig, ghost, soap, horangi, gojo, geto, furina, johnny cage, hinata tachibana, Billy kid, siyun baek, jeongmin.
genshin ━ lumine, albedo, itto, diluc, eula, hu tao, heizou, ayato, shenhe, childe, thoma, xiao, zhongli, dainsleif, alhaitham, cyno, kaveh, zhongli, neuvilette, lyney, lynette, wriothesley, furina.
overwatch ━ genji, zenyatta, ramattra, cassidy, reaper, dva.
star rail ━ caelus, dan heng, gepard, sampo, herta, blade, jing yuan.
demon slayer ━ giyuu, shinobu, mitsuri, rengoku, yoriichi, akaza, douma, genya, haganezuka, aizetsu.
obey me ━ beelzebub, leviathan, mammon, satan, solomon.
jujutsu kaisen ━ yuji, gojo, megumi, geto, toji, maki, yuta.
other ━ kalpas, kiana kaslana, fuhua, karamatsu matsuno, jyushimatsu matsuno, tendou satori, ushijima wakatoshi, kageyama tobio, atsumu miya, osamu miya, usahara tobikichi, iketeru daga, uramichi omota, tamaki amajiki, shoto todoroki, hitoshi shinso, loid forger, yor forger, monika.
google docs for more
✦ . . :: TAGS
>>*talks with psy (anon chats)
>>*rants (nsfw babbles n stuff)
>>*stepcest
>>*guns
>>*knifes
>>*branding
>>*dickgirl
>>*cuntboy
>>*omegaverse
>>*power bottom reader
>>*tentacles
>>*psy's selfships
>>*monster
>>*aged up
>>*fem reader
>>*gn reader
>>*reblogs
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Hey y'all!!!! Welcome to my blog!!!!
A Little Bit About Me:
Hi! You can call me Tonberry!
pronouns: she/her
18
i love writing with my entire being
huge anime nerd (multifandom)
im just a student figuring out life and vibing along the way! :)
here's the link to my pinterest account! and here's the one to my spotify!
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Now to the Good Stuff!
Series I Write For:
Jojo's Bizarre Adventure (both anime and manga up to part 8!)
Final Fantasy (XV, X, VII, VIII)
Kingdom Hearts
Haikyuu!!
Hunter x Hunter
The Arcana
One Piece (I am super behind in this show, but don't mind spoilers, so send them in!!)
Jujutsu Kaisen (anime only)
One Punch Man (anime only)
My Hero Academia (manga and anime)
Hazbin Hotel
Helluva Boss
Overwatch
Spy x Family
Black Butler
Chainsaw Man
Avatar the Last Airbender
there will be spoilers on my account just btw!!!!
Rules:
Requests are: OPEN!!! (for this event only!!!!!)
What I Will Write:
character x reader
Ships (canon character x canon character) (it depends on which ones tho)
canon
headcanons
female readers
male readers
gender neutral readers
fluff
fluff alphabet - clickable link
angst - go to this post
matchups!! you can find the rules right here!
also, just feel free to ask me if you have any specific questions or ideas, i wont bite!
What I Won't Write:
NFSW
poly relationships
OC x character
yandere themes
certain AUs (ask me!)
angst - go to this post
I will not write for a young reader! Like anything under 13-15. As an adult now, I just don't feel comfortable with writing for a reader that is a child. I will only do it for matchups
thanks for understanding!!! <3
When Requesting:
specify everything!!!
feel free to ask questions if anything is confusing or if you want something super specific
please be patient, as it does take a while to write
check if your request got through by checking the current works in progress down below!
Extra Little Stuff About My Account:
Masterlists (all clickable links):
JJBA (2)
Kingdom Hearts
Haikyuu!!
Hunter x Hunter
The Arcana
One Piece
Jujutsu Kaisen
One Punch Man
My Hero Academia
Hazbin Hotel
Helluva Boss
Overwatch
ATLA
Chainsaw Man
Current Fics In Progress:
Zuko x firebender!reader who talks about the past with the gaang
Iida reacting to reader telling a dangerous story lmao
Ramattra x reader who is his secret admirer
Kakyoin in the hospital and reader takes care of him <3
Mista x reader where they see each other after a long while due to work reasons <3
Lucio with s/o who loves to spoil him :)
Alastor and reader in the rain <3
Current Headcanons In Progress:
Hazbin Hotel characters with a fem!reader who yells their full name from the kitchen
Current Number of Matchups in Progress:
10
Matchup Rules! - clickable link
I have some lovely anons on this account! If you want to have a little anon nickname let me know!!!
Anon List:
♡ anon (heart anon)
🌻anon (sunflower anon)
🚁 anon (helicopter anon)
🌸 anon (flower anon)
🗡️ anon (sword anon)
🇪🇸 anon (spain anon)
🦝 anon (raccoon anon)
🫁 anon (breathing anon)
!!!!!!DO NOT REPOST ANY OF MY WRITING AND TRY TO MAKE IT YOUR OWN!!!!!!
thank you so much! enjoy and please stay hydrated!!
love, Tonberry
#i decided to make an updated pinned post#make it a little easier to read lol#pinned post#do not reblog#tonberry talks#writing#fanfic#fanfiction#my writing#<3
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