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ramyatta roleswap au extracts

Pairing: Ramattra/Zenyatta word count: 1533 Notes: some extracts from a hypothetical fic of my ramyatta roleswap au, ramblings/explanation ab it here on twitter! Takes place in a time similar to current canon. Ramattra meeting Zenyatta for the first time since the latter left Shambali

There.

Hidden within the shadows of chaos and discord he noted the lone omnic. Such a beautifully simple model. Face plates serene, original purpose lost to the tides of time forever to remain a mystery.

It may have been decades since he had lived his first life as a Ravager beneath Anubis’ command, built and taught for war, but he had never truly gotten rid of the lessons he’d been bestowed from that time. Unable, and more privately, unwilling, to part with such valuable knowledge, regardless of the pain and grief they brought. to him.

Every part of him that had once been a general hummed in approval at the sheer brilliance displayed by Null Sector. After all, who could possibly suspect the ruthless and feared leader of Null Sector to be such a passive appearing garden variant omnic? A perfect disguise. Ingenious. One of the millions, doubtlessly unremarkable and unimposing to any fool who didn’t know better.

But Ramattra knew. Knowledge irreversibly and deeply etched into his code and his chassis. For a moment, he'd forgotten he lacked the lungs required to breathe, his air stolen by the mere sight of the other omnic. Wires and circuits long frayed sparking to life in answer to his awestruck state.

He stole, needed, a second longer to collect himself. Forcing himself to tear his optics away from the omnic and towards the sounds of gunfire and explosions, the rubble and ruin, just around the corner. A pointed reminder of his task at hand. Ulterior motives had to wait, he could not afford to dally when his allies and his people were in danger.

(Even as logic dictated his moves, he could not stop the sheer ache within his chest cavity. How long had it been since he'd last seen the omnic? He knew, of course, down to the last millisecond. How long he had waited for this moment, since their promise. Because it had been a promise, hadn't it?)

"I see that you've been quite busy since last we've met, Zennyatta," his voice kept carefully light as he walked into the omnic's line of sight, closing the distance between them with easy steps, his grip on his shepherd staff hiding the faint tremor that ran through his hands and discord raging within his core. He had no doubt that the other hadn't noticed him yet, that he had chosen to wait for Ramattra to make the first move and it ached.

It felt as though an eternity passed before Zenyatta turned his head towards him, looking up at him. Their kind had no faces for expressions, and though some had chosen modifications to mimic them, that applied to neither of them. Still, they had body language. They had their energy.

The relief and sheer delight in Zenyatta's form could have had him weeping, had he chosen to give himself that ability.

"Ramattra," Zenyatta murmured, and oh. How long it had been since Ramattra had last heard that voice utter his name. How dearly he had missed it.

"I don't suppose I could simply put a cease to this destruction so that we may talk in peace, could I?" wry amusement colored his tone, otherwise kept steady. For all the discord within him, he could never forget his place and his duty. He couldn't bring himself to bear the guilt of trying, as much temptation rang at his door. Years of biting his tongue, metaphorically, engrained deep. Still, he did not look away from Zenyatta, the one indulgence he could excuse. His optics carefully drinking in every inch of the other omnic, quietly, desperately.

Zenyatta laughed at his quip, painfully familiar and causing warmth to bloom in his system. He hadn't even realized how cold he'd felt moments before.

"It is good to see you, Ramattra."

"Likewise," he replied immediately, because it was. Undeniably, truly, was. But his voice quieted, a heavy sigh falling out, "I only wish we could have met again under better circumstances."

"I had noticed you were not there when Brother Mondatta condemned me."

Ramattra huffed, shifting where he stood as he glanced away, "You will find that I have held… uncertainties over some of Master Mondatta's opinions for far longer than you have."

"And yet," Zenyatta's gaze passive yet sharp, "It is only I who has decided to act upon our doubts."

"Do not be so emboldened as to assume me a fool, brother," oh, if only he could smile. Image of humans doing the same dancing at the corners of his mind, thin lipped and weary. The thought brought him to a slight pause. He'd been surrounded by far too many humans of late in search of Zenyatta, "Of course I have considered… alternative methods. Not all of my pilgrimages and ventures out of the monastery were particularly peaceful. You, of all people know that."

"So you must forgive me for failing to see why you would wish to stop me."

"There is nothing of you to forgive, for there is nothing I haven't already forgiven," his voice was quiet. A terribly foolish thing to admit, but he could not bring himself to lie to Zenyatta on his. He could lie to others and to himself, but not Zenyatta.

A foolish thing. But then again, he'd always been a bit of a fool around the other omnic. Perhaps it ought to be of relief to find that that much had not changed between them.

"You fight for our people, you fight for our lives," Ramattra continued, emboldened, "I know you take no joy in the violence, in the destruction. I know that you subjugate yourself and those innocent to it not out of sadism, not out of some corrupted coding, but out of desperation. Out of fear and care. You act out of love. Love and deep grief," he was certain, because he felt the same. It was so horribly easy to see them side by side in another life, sowing discord in vain hopes to bring order and peace, "How could I possibly resent you for loving our people?"

“I only fear that you will only find pain and failure upon this path,” Ramattra murmured, his head tilting to the side. His hand curling around his crook and small whir of a sigh, betraying his unease, “I should know, brother."

“Failure is acceptable, giving up is not,” Zenyatta countered, words spoken far too artificially for him to take any comfort from them, “If I am to give up now, then what message could possibly be imparted? That the will of omnics is flimsy? Breakable?”

“That we are not adverse to peace,” he replied evenly. The implication of frustration shown in the terseness of his chosen tone, the stiffness of his body, if only his exhaustion wasn't made much clearer, "We have fought for it for far too long to give it up. It is not right of us to undo the progress that Master Mondatta and the Shambali had worked for-"

"Master Mondatta left us before he could succeed," Zenyatta said quietly, so surely and it was the first time Ramattra could remember feeling anger towards the other omnic.

"Do not try to imply that change can die with one being," he snapped, harsher than he'd intended, but the images that'd been haunting him ever since he'd realized just exactly who was in charge of Null Sector burned bright and vivid in his processors. His anger held naught in comparison to the paralyzing fear he felt at the mere idea of Zenyatta's demise.

“I can't lose you!” Ramattra snapped, hands spasming in place, body frozen from overwhelming emotions before suddenly moving, lunging forward and grabbing onto Zenyatta's shoulders. His height had him towering over the other omnic, yet still, he felt as though he were on his knees, “There is only so much I can do, there is only so much I can handle. I am sorry, I am sorry and I can only beg for forgiveness for such weakness but please,” his voice module distorting as his composure, usually so proudly maintained and kept, turned to ash before them.

Foolish. Idiotic. Truly weak. Was there anyone he could save? He could not save Mondatta. He could not save their people. And now, he was failing to save Zenyatta. How pathetic could he be? How low could he fall?

“I cannot bear the weight of your loss,” desperation poured from each of his words, yet even then, his touch remained gentle. Far too gentle. Restrained and controlled, as he was taught and as he had learned, “Do not ask that of me, I will not be able to."

He could force Zenyatta to stop. He could physically restrain the more fragile omnic and take him far away. For his own good, for all of their good.

But Ramattra would not. No matter how part of him ached to demand. To take. To be. He could not. It had been so long since he was allowed to want for himself, he had forgotten how.

“Please, Zenyatta,” he pleaded, words barely recognizable past the static, because begging was all he had left, “I cannot lose you too.”

#ramyatta #ramattra #zenyatta #tekhartha zenyatta #fanfic #void writes #roleswap au #goes to make a tumblr. forgetting that i actually Did make a tumblr #going to slowly try n post the ficlets i've shared on twitter here bc ik the image format i use there can be hard to read o7 #and also tumblr tags beloved i get to ramble more now #thinks ab this au.... mirrorverse has some of its own thoughts but thinks ab ramattra forced into the position... as a treat #v happy w/ the last part of this one ramattra is a lot ab desperation and yearning to me and i like to write it that way #thinking ab writing more for this au bc... thinks ab it.... but many things i want to write head in hands #we shall see....

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may i have this dance?

Pairing: Ramattra/Zenyatta Word count: 633 Notes: Set in an undetermined time before Ramattra left the Shambali

...“Dance?” Ramattra repeated with an inquisitive tone, head tilting slightly to the side. He would not call it the oddest thing the other omnic had ever asked from him, but it was still an unusual one. The oddity of it was added to only further by the frigid night and threat of snowstorm upon the near horizon.

“Yes, dance,” Zenyatta turned his gaze away from the snowy landscape of Nepal to Ramattra, voice light and teasing, “I know you are aware of the concept, you were there when Brother Mondatta held his sermons around the topic.”

“And I’m certain you’ll recall I chose not to engage in practical element of them,” his reply dry before gesturing to the sharp winds and snow falling around them, “I would have to add, I fail to see how these are the ideal conditions for meditation or prayer, no matter the methodology.”

Zenyatta chuckled at that, a quiet sound yet clear as crystal to Ramattra. Noise that never failed to make something skip in his programming, an error he’d never quite understood nor truly attempted to figure out and resolve, no matter how concerning any problems in his system ought to be.

Then again, there was much about Zenyatta that mollified the lingering (unyielding) parts of him that demanded discord. The trust he’d built with the other omnic was far from one he took for granted, one he privately took far more comfort in than could be considered appropriate.

“No, I do not ask you for a dance with those reasons in mind,” Zenyatta continued with humor in his voice, “I ask out of a desire for… enjoyment.”

The answer startled a laugh from him, sincere and filled with warmth, a sound that was only ever privileged towards the other omnic. Shaking his head with amusement, Ramattra huffed and rested his staff against the nearby stone wall. If only Zenyatta’s rare eccentricities weren’t part of what made the omnic so fascinatingly endearing. A thought that was logically intriguing enough to be considered worthy of pondering, was it not for the way his systems twisted with discomfort at it.

“Very well, you have my attention,” Ramattra acquiesced with a faux sigh, ignoring the wayward thoughts in his mind and offering his hand towards Zenyatta, as though they weren’t both aware that it would have been his answer from the start, “And exactly which dance do you propose for us? I must admit, I cannot easily envision you as the type for tango. Or perhaps you wished to waltz?”

Zenyatta’s touch briefly rested on his wrist before taking his hand, the omnic’s optics lingering on it for a moment longer before asking, “You are familiar with these dances?

“Familiar is not the word I would use,” he amended, quietly saving a record of Zenyatta’s gaze in a database of countless other similar moments, “But you could say that I’ve studied them before, that is correct. During my attempts to… comprehend human culture, dancing had shown itself to be a rather significant element of it. I have seen many variants of it, although I myself have never engaged in the act before.”

“Then perhaps you may enlighten me with which dance you deem fit for us.”

“You drag me out here into the cold, ask me for a dance, and then demand that I be the one who guides you?” mirth belying his teasing words, reprimand nulled by the way he went to grasp Zenyatta’s other hand, leaning down so that their faces were but a spark away from each other, “I’m afraid that you will find the path to enlightenment is not upon the shoulders of others.”

“And yet,” Zenyatta hummed, tone more than pleased as he gently clanked their foreheads together, “No two journeys are ever the same.”

#ramyatta #ramattra #zenyatta #tekhartha zenyatta #void writes #fanfic #if i ever continue this drabble there'd be like. this whole thing with the iris etc. but i think its nicer to leave it as it is #this is also the shippiest thing i've written so far with these two...#indulgence as a treat and something short and sweet for new blog that i've already shared in other places

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