#ramattra and zenyatta can get it......

[teacakeezz]

Apologies for lack of art recently, been fighting art block hjhgkhfkjg..... But have a ref for my overwatch sona/self insert before I succumb to it again

[victorygrasped]

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.”

[kakusu-shipping]

The Fight

Trying to pick up the pace a little bit, but I'm not very good at writing action so this might be a bit clunky. Please excuse me.

Mountain's Peak (Part 1)

Nepal Sanctum (Part 2)

Talk it out (Part 3)

In which we let it all out

Ramattra found his brother exactly where he expected to; Tucked away on the highest roof top of the Monastery's temples, an old withered place few monks visited simply for the egregious amount of single wide stairs clearly poorly placed by the original builders.

"Brother Mondatta is looking for you," Ramattra spoke with no worry of startling his brother, positive Zenyatta had already sensed his approach at least three levels down. The fact that he hadn't run was a good sign.

"He can look a while longer.." Zenyatta replied, relaxing from his curled up position to allow his legs to dangle over the edge of the building.

Ramattra sat himself down beside his brother, taking a moment to appreciate the view. The sun was setting, stars had started to dot the soft pink sky. From this high up, one could truly see on into forever if they desired to.

"You hit the human..." Ramattra finally pressed, giving a glance to Zenyatta, who curled back in on himself slightly.

"I did."

"You said you would only use what I taught you in self defense."

"I did not use what you taught me, dear brother. I used my fist."

Ramattra couldn't help the slight chuckle hearing his elder defend himself so sharply released. If he could still shoot back, then he couldn't be all that tore up about what he'd done.

"Mondatta will expect an apology when we finally return."

"I did nothing to him." Zenyatta once again uncurled himself, his legs once more dangling over the building's edge as he relaxed into the flow of conversation with Ramattra.

"To the human, Brother."

Zenyatta released a loud, dramatic sigh noise, clunking his head into Ramattra's shoulder. "I would rather be placed on cattle clean up for the next 7 years."

Ramattra chuckled once again, "And I would love to assist you with such chores, but that is not Mondatta's way."

"No... I suppose not..." Zenyatta's voice softened as he once more pulled his knee to his chest, placing a hand on the ground next to Ramattra for balance.

Ramattra found his hand placed gently over his brother's, keeping his sensors locked to the stars as he leaned his head atop Zenyatta's.

With the sunrise the brothers would make their way back down to the village, they'd catch Master Mondatta on his way back from his morning meditation, when the monastery is silent and the human is still asleep. Zenyatta would give his apology, and be given laundry duty in return, with Ramattra would happily assist with despite Mondatta's preaching on how one must face their misdoings on their own.

That would all come tomorrow. For tonight, the two sat peacefully on the temple roof top, hands intertwined in a painfully human way, counting stars until the sun arose the next morning.

That stare made everyone in the monastery uncomfortable. Bright red eyes that only ever saw the monks as who they were, what they had been made for, how they'd failed or succeeded at a task that had been forced upon them.

It was sickening.

Across from Zenyatta stood the human, shouldering off thick layers of cloth and robes and scarves until only one remained, tied tightly off at his waist by a cream orange cincture belt. He then removed the thick, straw woven snow boots Mondatta had made for him, stepping bare foot into the chalk drawn circle of the training area, holding his hands up in a ready pose.

He'd kept his eyes locked on Zenyatta, not in a glare of malice, or even his usual annoying fascination, but a neutral look that challenged him without words.

Ramattra's hand grabbed tightly to the back on Zenyatta's upper robe. He was shaking. He was going to stop this.

Zenyatta shoulder off his brother's grasp and the robe along with it, leaving him in only his pants and the red cloth he'd kept tied around his waist.

Stepping into the ring, Zenyatta stood wide and placed his palm against the human's, keeping their gaze locked.

"If you win, I'll leave. Permanently. And I'll tell every human I meet they're not welcome here." Emile spoke evenly, despite the rapid pulse Zenyatta could feel coming from their freezing fleshy hand.

He tilted his head in amusement, "And what will you get if you happen to win?"

This was the sort of confrontation that would usually draw this particular human to tears, so it was quiet the shock to see him hold together while speaking. "You can decide that when it happens."

'When' Zenyatta thought on, wrapping his fingers around the human's small hand. It was cold, and soft, and easily crushable in even the flimsiest of Omnic hands.

"Usually a match is called when one is forced from the ring, but that feels a touch too easy, wouldn't you agree?" The human nodded along with Zenyatta's proposal, "So we keep going until one of us taps, agreed?"

Zenyatta watch the human give a small nod once more

And then kicked them as hard as he could right in the stomach

Emile flew out of the ring, scratching to a stop along the stone flooring. He hacked and coughed, gripping onto his stomach. If he'd eaten anything for the past few days he surly would have hurled it up.

"Get up." Zenyatta spoke from the ring. The human did as commanded, pulling himself up on shaky legs. He did not glare at Zenyatta for landing the first blow, he did not look on in fear for how much stronger his opponent was, he did not bask in awe at how mighty a kick it was. He kept his neutral expression.

And that pissed Zenyatta off worse than anything else.

Blow after blow, the human continued to get back up. Even after he'd started spitting up blood. Even after his glasses were shattered on the stone ground, rendering him near blind. Even after he'd stopped being able to feet his fingers in toes in the cold and after his arm stopped moving and after his ankle had made such a horrible crack and swollen to the size of an orange.

And even after Zenyatta still stood perfectly pristine.

Emile hadn't landed a blow on his opponent. Zenyatta was starting to doubt he was even trying to. Had he even raised his hand once to the monk? Had all he done was stand there and take Zenyatta's blows?

Zenyatta clenched his fists, "Get Up." He demanded, as he had over and over again, to the human laying still on the stone before him. "Get Up and Hit Me."

Emile's form shook as he pushed himself up with only one arm, his white hair dangling before his face, tips red from his own blood. As commanded he got up on shaky legs once more and looked to Zenyatta with those red eyes that pierced into his history, a history he'd been trying so hard to ignore, to hide and run away from.

"Get up." Zenyatta demanded again after landing a hard hit right into the human's nose. It was broken for sure.

Emile did as commanded.

"Brother, that is enough-" Ramattra reached to grab Zenyatta, to put an end to this, but stopped inches away.

"It's not enough..."

The human's voice was ragged, breathless and broken and shaking. He sounded on the brink of death.. He very well might have been.

"It's not... enough...."

Blood mixed with tears down Emile's face, big wet eyes stared at Zenyatta, making the Omnic hesitate.

Ramattra wouldn't dare touch a human, but he made a motion like he was going to either way, "Human you cannot take much more, please just call it-"

"I CAN'T." Emile's voice cracked, he coughed, and took a step just to keep himself from collapsing, "I can't... it's not... enough... yet...."

The human but his hand on his wrist, and Zenyatta found himself mimicking the motion. His finger tips touched delicately at his exposed arm wire, one of many fragile pieces of himself he'd been forced to show to the world after nearly loosing his life before coming here.

He could still feel the human's cold finger tips on it...

"it's not... enough... to... ma...ke up.. for what... i..."

His body was too heavy, everything hurt, and the world was spinning.. In his last few moments of consciousness Emile braced himself for one more cold embrace from the stone steps of the battle field..

And instead found warmth...

[koifish67]

kissing headcanons with the Overwatch boys

Tw:none

Junkrat

Sloppy af, mf doesn’t know how to kiss

Leaves the bottom half of your face wet and he looks so overly proud

When you finally teach him he’s just quick and desperate, still leaves your lips a bit of a mess

Cole Cassidy

Long, loving kisses, very sensual and gentle

Touches your jaw and pulls you in, keeps his hands on you when he does

Doesn’t do little pecs it’s either long kisses or no kisses

Roadhog

Doesn’t usually kiss you, he LOVES you don’t get me wrong but he isn’t a touchy person

Usually quick and simple, a little pec on your forehead

When you do get more sensual its still quick, just on your lips.

Ramattra

Googled how to kiss people only to find out you had to have lips to actually do that.

He doesn’t really kiss but instead puts his face plate against your forehead.

You notice his fan starts to turn on so he doesn’t overheat

Reinhardt

Quick pecs all over your face, usually grabbing your cheeks and squishing them while he does.

He’s very straight forward and kisses you when he feels like later in the relationship

When he kisses you on the lips it’s quick and he still squishes your cheeks

Genji

Gets all giddy and excited, holds your hips and kisses you sweetly and gentle.

Makes you give him a kiss before every mission for good luck.

Also googled how to kiss you and zenyatta caught him, giggled at him for a bit

Zenyatta

Similar to his brother, he pressed his face Oleg against your forehead, or he’ll press his face plate to your jaw, very soft *clinks*

His orbs kinda shake a bit, kinda like his version of blushing

Sometimes pulls you on his lap when your alone and kissing, make sure to warm himself so he isn’t cold

Hanzo

Awkward a first, but over time he takes his time and savories it, taking everything in.

Puts his hands in yours or touches your face with his fingers

Dipped you once to kiss you out of surprised but he dropped you by accident and never forgave himself for it, never does it again

Lúcio

Gets amped up and all excited, kind of sloppy but there loving at the same time. Squishes your cheeks to

Always says he just wants one pec but it turns into a makeout, forgot what he was going to do beforehand

Lifts you up half the time and kisses you as a surprise

Reaper (Gabriel)

Old man knows how to smooch ngl, deep and sensual kisses, pulls you in by your chin and puts his hand on your waist

HES 58???!??

Doesn’t kiss you if there’s anyone around, he wants to put his “cool mysterious guy” look on

Gets kinda grumpy when he can’t kiss you for long

Soilder 76 (Jack)

Much like reaper, it’s deep and sensual, his lips usually wonder. His kisses are usually LONG

He’s 6’1 so he usually leans down, but if you taller he’ll make you sit down so he can kiss you.

Little pecs at most in public, likes to be professional

Sigma

Another old man

His kisses are gentle, romantic, loving, pure sappy tooth rotting fluff. Pulls your chin towards him.

Floats while he kisses you, so he leans down.

Randomly kisses you when he’s deep in thought and it takes you by surprise

[froggibus]

Hey can I request headcanons for overwatch characters and if their gf was drunk and asked them "would you still love me if I was a worm" with the overwatch men please (you don't have to do all of them but PLEASE include McCree and Reaper)

“Would You Still Love Me If I Was A Worm?” - Overwatch Boys

Includes: Cassidy, Reaper, Genji, Zenyatta, Ramattra, Hanzo, Lucio + Baptiste (w gn! reader)

Genre: fluff/kinda crack?

CW: general crack, kinda dumb tbh, suggestive in Genji and Baps, Ram is Ram (lmk if I missed anything)

been in a little bit of a writing slump but this was too good to pass up lol. I want to get a bit more writing done this week so who knows how that will go. anyway, enjoy <3 hope you like it anon!

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Cassidy:

“what kinda question is that??”

looks at you in flabbergastation 

you pout and bat your eyes at him and of course, he breaks 

“you’re really not gonna let this go, huh? alright—of course I’d still love you, darlin’. I’d keep you in a lil jar and you could accompany me on my missions”

a jar????

now you’re the flabbergasted one 

jars don’t have air—he’s gonna let you suffocate?? 

what are you?? rainbow dash (sorry)??

somehow leads to him going out into the yard despite it being the middle of the night to try and find a worm

somehow finds one?? 

keeps it in a jar as a pet just to prove he would love you as a worm

even names it after you and pets it’s head and calls it “my wriggly little y/n”

weirdly wholesome experience would try again

Reaper

“of all the stupid shit you could have asked me…”

he says that but he’s already considering it after the question leaves your mouth 

would he love you as a worm? 

“what kind of worm”

what do you mean what kind of worm?? does it matter?? 

obviously the pink wriggly kind 

he has to ponder this 

sits in his chair stroking his chin trying to think of how you would be as a worm

“would you still be able to talk and think or would you be an actual worm”

????

“it would be me if I was a worm, Gabe”

more pondering 

“I’d love you platonically but you would probably have a short life span. I’d throw you a worm funeral.”

better than any response you could have expected but would not try again

Genji

“would we still have sex”

please hit this man

he’s joking of course—he’s not that weird 

“why would you be a worm tho”

just answer the question, Genji

green cyborg ninja dude has no idea what to answer 

will you be mad if he loves your worm self more than your current self?? would you be weird if he said he would love a wormy version of you??

“I would get myself turned into a worm too and then we could have a wormy life together and a wormy wedding and little wormy kids”

“you just want to have wormy sex” >~>

“that too”

at least he’s honest?

exactly as you expected, would not try again

Zenyatta

“a worm? like the insect?”

“yes? what other worms are there”

considers this

“is everything okay?”

poor omnic boy is so confused. are you planning on turning into a worm??? 

please reassure him it’s just a hypothetical and you’re not turning into a worm

goes on a ten minute tangent about how we are all the same in the Iris, and that he will love you no matter what form you take

honestly so wholesome + cute 

“i will care for you in this life, and the next, and all of the ones after that. even the ones where you are a worm.”

good enough would try again

Ramattra 

“No”

way to sugarcoat it, babe

it’s only when you get upset that he sighs and pulls you into his lap

“why would you ever become a worm? is someone trying to harm you? you know I would never let anyone bring harm to you.”

you try to explain that it’s just a hypothetical but he’s already going on a tangent on what he would do if you got turned into a worm

talks for five minutes alone on how he would defeat your enemies and defend your honour 

says he would “put you out of your misery”????

“you would KILL ME?!”

“as an act of honour”

babe….

0/10 would not try again

Hanzo

“why”

idk bro just answer the question 

lots of sighing and pinching the bridge of his nose

“would I also be a worm or am i still human” 

only gets more confused when you say he’d be a human and you’d be a worm

probably looks up worm life expectancy and if worms are capable of love 

“would you even know who I am if you were a worm”

has to ask a million questions before he can give his final verdict 

lets out a long sigh before looking you dead in the eyes 

“…yes”

cute in the end but would not try again 

Lucio:

“would you still love me if I turned into a frog?”

that’s not the question 

somehow it turns into a discussion on if he would eat your worm self if he was his frog self? 

he insists he wouldn’t and would let you ride on his back but you insist his frog instincts would be too strong 

“babe I’ve once seen you almost eat your own finger while eating chips”

“ok and??”

says you guys could live in a swamp together and he would protect you from evil

“I could be like your own frog superhero. I could even sing you little froggy songs”

makes up this entire life of you guys living together as a frog and a worm and him serenading you by croaking songs at night 

honestly it’s the best reaction you could have gotten, would try again

Baptiste:

“i would find you a cure and turn you back into a human”

honestly he’s very amused by this whole situation 

“but what if I want to be a worm”

“if I cure you and you want to turn back into a worm, that’s on you”

fair enough

insists he needs to ‘examine’ you so he knows you’re not turning into a worm 

makes a lot of jokes at your expense too

finally sighs and admits he would keep you in a little terrarium with all the food and nutrients you need 

“ha, so you would love me if I was a worm”

“love is a strong word”

good enough, would not try again

[ya-zz]

I WILL SCREAM HELLO

I AM BEING SPOILT AND WITH ZEN TOO?? YOURE KILLING ME

OH MY GOD

Zenyatta watched you as you held onto him, Ramattra's thrusts just getting harder and faster, the monk was amazed at the sight of both of you.

"Is this what you two do while I am away?"

"Only so often, human's tend to run out of stamina quicker but that is exactly why we are doing this. Strengthen their stamina and we can go longer."

The shorter nodded, metal fingers gliding over your warm face, the cold metal felt nice but it didn't help your focus, Ramattra was ruthless as he abused your body. Hands wandering and pinching, but they moved back down to your thighs when Zen's began to move.

"How does this feel?"

He asked as he pinched your nipples, abusing the poor buds even more than Ramattra already had.

"Keep going please.."

If it brought you pleasure and made you sound this way then how could they stop?

—

Warm water surrounded you, soft towels trailing down your skin, soothing the bruises.

"This remains my favourite part."

"She looks wonderful like this.."

"She always looks wonderful brother."

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This is the last one, my entire blog is literally all posts for you. <3 @ya-zz

[ya-zz]

I have a quick question if you don't mind me asking. Can you please do one where a gender neutral reader is a secret singer? Like they walk on stage and their partner recognizes them even with a costume and makeup. Can I please request Hanzo, Genji, Moira, Lucio, Ramattra, Zenyatta Junker Queen, Junkrat, and Roadhog to be the ones who are the partner who figures out that they're dating a popular singer.

There was a lot to this, but I hope it's okay! (I also haven't slept when I upload this, so I apologise for any mistakes or errors.)

I'll add everything under the cut, but here is a main scenario you can use or make your own up;;;

You had been dating your partner for a few months now and things were healthy. Everything was as it should be, though, you had a secret you couldn’t exactly tell them. Fear was holding you back - you did not know how they would act, whether they would use you or leave you.

HANZO

He was three drinks into the night when the act started.

At first, he didn’t care until the voice resonated within his ears. 

Looking up, his eyes adjusted to the spotlights shining down amongst the crowd before they dimmed and the main stage lit up. 

Their voice was something ethereal. Something that Hanzo recognised instantly. 

Despite the outfit they were wearing, behind all of that make-up, Hanzo recognised the person instantly. 

Shock was present on the archers face, but that was quickly overcome with astonishment.

He couldn’t believe it. His partner was the most popular singer in Hanamura. 

Hanzo couldn’t stop staring, watching the way they performed so effortlessly.

Their hips swaying in time with the song, lips wet and shining in the spotlight, voice angelic as the day he first hear them. 

His heart flutters, flush appearing on his cheeks and not from the alcohol he had already consumed. 

When his eyes met theirs, a smile forms on their face, a wink directed to the man seated within the booth. 

Hanzo could feel the heat rise in his body as he smiled back, tipping his glass towards his partner. 

There were several emotions running through him, from love to lust, Hanzo couldn’t quite wrap his head around why you kept it a secret. 

Nevermind though, he was already planning on making you sing for him privately.

GENJI

Genji had made plans that night with a few friends he had made during his playtime in Hanamura all those years ago. Some form of a “catch up over drinks” he called it. 

Sitting in a circular booth close to the stage, the ninja looks up at the presenter talking about the opening act, a name he recognizes but had no face to put it to. 

When you come out on stage in all that make-up and wearing an outfit that catches everyone's eyes, Genji can’t help but stare either.

It took him a moment between blinks for it to register that the person on stage was his partner he had been dating. 

His jaw practically drops, hand clasp tightly around his drink.

Eyes were blown wide, either from lust or from pure adoration at your singing ability. 

Genji felt his entire body flare up in heat, something so secretive only turned him on more. 

His friends that surrounded him made their remarks but he didn’t pay them no mind.

His entire focus was on you. 

Genji could only sit there and stare. 

The moment you lock eyes with him and give a playful wink accompanied with a smirk, the dragon inside stirs. 

Oh you don’t get to play this game.

The night was still young and the ninja had so many ideas in mind.

MOIRA

The Irishwoman would have rather been anywhere else tonight, but after a week of failed experiments, what other choice did she have?

The bar sat across from the stage was where she was situated, and her phone lay on the countertop in silence. 

You hadn’t even bothered to check in on her today which only fueled her rage more.

She needed time to herself, however. Perhaps the night will go in her favour of some peace. 

Just when she finished her second drink, the ice rattling in her glass, she turns to face the stage. 

The act had already started, singer atop the stage in sparkles and glitter. 

Moira felt something familiar but couldn’t quite place her fingers on it. 

Then there was that turn you did, one that the scientist recognised instantly. 

It was you singing your heart out. Not only that, but in such an establishment? She couldn’t quite believe it. 

No wonder you had been distant today, you were here preparing for this. 

He anger at you dies out instantly as she watches on, admiring the way your voice sounded along with the music. 

She knew you could sing but this was an entire new level. 

Moira clapped when the song was over, smile as wide as her face met yours to which you bashfully hid away.

Questions have answers and she was going to get them, one way or another.

LUCIO

It wasn’t his first time in the venue and it sure wasn’t going to be his last.

He always had a seat at the VIP table just in front of the main stage, and tonight you were suppose to join him.

When his calls went unanswered, a sinking feeling grew in his stomach. There were many faces already staring at him on his own.

He tried to drown his sorrows with a few drinks, hopelessly texting you, wondering where you are. 

Then the announcer calls out a famous singers name and Lucio can’t help but feel somewhat hurt that you’re leaving him like this. 

He stands to leave and when a voice starts singing, a perfect harmony that his ears twitch and listen to, he spins around. 

Immediately he recognises you, he knows the frequency of your voice, they perfect, sweet noises that come from your throat. 

It was you. 

You hadn’t stood the artist up, no, you were here with him. 

He takes his seat and watches you sway in time with the music. 

Eyes meet and he can’t help but grin. No wonder you were so secretive. 

When the song was finally over, you didn’t waste anytime in jumping from the stage and sitting beside Lucio. 

His hand holds yours as he compliments you, placing a kiss to your temple. 

He didn’t mind, it’ll be all over the papers tomorrow regardless.

RAMATTRA

What was an omnic like him doing in such a place like this?

The only time he had a need to being here was to strike deals that suited his arrangements. 

A questioning invite made him wander into the place, suit hugging his body as he unbuttoned the blazer to sit down. 

He crossed his arms, leaning back in the chair as he watched the stage, an opening act that did not pique his interest at all. 

When a familiar voice rang through several minutes later, his receptors picked up the frequencies, instantly looking up to the figure on stage. 

His optics adjusted to the light, a smirk coursing through his wires as he watches his partner, their hips moving to the rhythm. 

He couldn’t help but stare, system flaring up as he records the show for later.

When his partner finally stops singing, their vocals now a slow murmur against the next act, Ramattra watches them make their way to his booth. 

“You finally came through.” He spoke, matter of factly.

“What is that supposed to mean?”

“I knew.” 

Of course he knew. He had everything about you saved within his systems. 

“Plus your secret wasn’t exactly secret with me.” He muses. 

ZENYATTA

The omnic had planned this little date with you months prior, an exquisite date fit for someone like you.

Little did he know, that the place you were currently seated in had regulars there that recognise you instantly. 

At first you passed them off, Zenyatta staying beside you throughout it all. 

He was confused until some older looking person came and pulled you away from your partner.

You laughed, brushing him off before eventually being pulled onto the stage, microphone in your hand. 

It all came naturally and the tilt of Zenyatta’s head made you smirk. 

Your voice hit his receptors just right and the monk could feel his wires warm up as he watches you perform for everyone else. 

When the show was over, applause ringing loud throughout the venue, you make your way back to him. 

“You put on quite a show.” He admits with a chuckle. 

His optics met your eyes, looking at how they glistened under the warm light. 

“How long have you kept this secret?” 

“Too long.”

Zenyatta brushed his thumb over your knuckles as he held your hand before bringing it up to his faceplate, planting a makeshift kiss against it. 

“Perhaps you could tell me more as the night goes on.”

JUNKERQUEEN

It was a normal night for the queen.

Junkertown bars held karaoke nights each weekend, the establishments packed with drunks and Aussies alike. 

Some nights, upon the queens request, does she have private shows before her on her throne. 

Several acts lay before her, the music was loud but when her eyes set upon an almost familiar figure, everything heightened. 

Their voice was angelic, something she recognised instantly as they sang their hearts out. 

Odessa thought hard about where she recognised their voice, it was just there…

The moment their eyes lock, it hit her, the one singer she had adored for years, the one partner she had loved for months. 

It was the same person. 

Her smile became something feral as she stood, practically marching her way over there.

Upon reaching her partner, hands laced together as her lips brushed against your ear. 

“Who knew you had such a voice.” 

She felt your cheeks flush against hers, a devilish smile caressing her face. 

Odessa now had several ideas whirling inside of her head.

“Your queen would enjoy a more… private ensemble.”

JUNKRAT

The Aussie was head over heels for you, that much was plainly obvious by the way he would talk about you and show you off. 

There was something about you though that rose suspicions.

The way you would sneak off and come back late at night. While he knew you weren’t screwing around, something unfamiliar settled in his stomach. 

One night, he followed you, the nighttime heat on the back of his neck. 

Upon entering a small, unmonitored establishment, Jamison could feel the hairs on his arms stand up. 

He peered around the back, eyes searching for you and when your voice echoed through the dimly lit room, tones changing quickly as you sang, did the junker find his heart fluttering. 

His partner, the love of his life, the one he trusted everything with… 

You were singing for others, but never for him. 

He wondered why, but when he realised that you were the most sought singer in the entirety of Junkertown, he understood. 

Time passed before you eventually came home, seeing Jamison sleeping on the bed. 

Lazily, he cuddled up with you, hand stroking your stomach as he mumbles out sleepily; 

“You have the voice of an angel.” 

ROADHOG

Nothing could’ve prepared him for such a relationship between him and you. 

Never had he thought someone would love him the way you do, so when you invited him out on a date several weeks into the relationship, he was almost startled. 

For once, the man dressed up nice, smart suit and tie and he made his way over to one of the more prestigious places in Junkertown. 

By almost begging the queen, you managed to get him in unharmed, guards escorting him into the building and standing around to keep a watchful eye on you. 

At first he was confused as to where you were, but when a familiar voice sang out, stage lit up beautifully despite half of the bulbs flickering, his ears perk up. 

He looked up, eyes widening as he witnessed his partner, the one singer he had on repeat for the last few months, was there on the stage. 

He couldn’t believe it at first, but the subtle smiles and winks you passed to him was all the confirmation he needed that it was indeed you. 

He was dating one of the well known and renowned singers in all of Junkertown. 

It makes his head spin, the excitement taking over as he can’t help but stand and applaud when the act is over. 

Mako grasps you firmly, pulling your body flush to his as he wipes the bead of sweat from your cheek. 

“You have kept this from me?” His voice was low, gruff as he watched you. 

“I had no choice.” 

He huffs, shaking his head. 

“You sound wonderful.” He admits. 

His hand squeezes your side. 

“I’d like to hear you again.”

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Batter Up

Happy bday @llamagoddessofficial , most amazing person in the world :] I hope you enjoy baseball Ramattra kisses ehehehe

(Baseball Ramattra x F!Reader)

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You have a sip of your (intentionally) spiked punch, more to look distracted rather than actually wanting to drink the concoction. The Iris baseball team sat on the bleachers, lounging and chatting amongst themselves, (looking particularly masculine and attractive.) Ramattra, the largest of them all. sat further up, keeping to himself as usual. He throws his head back and chugs a can of Sparks Soda aggressively, before he slams the entire thing against his head and crushes it.

You grit your teeth. You would feel a little guilty for staring at him for so long, if the reason you were looking at all was because he stared first.

As if on cue, the omnic turns and looks you square in your eyes, and you almost spill your punch from the shock, quickly drinking it to avoid his eyes.

You don’t know what Ramattra’s unbroken gaze for you meant. The guy had quite the reputation for being a rough, aggressive type, while also being silent. He didn’t talk much to anyone beside his ‘brother’ Zenyatta, the pitcher of the team. It was obvious to see where he got said reputation from. Whenever he was on the field, he’d bat like a monster.

And whenever you watched him during his games, everytime he hits and gets to a base, he would always look for you in the crowd and stare. Just like he’s doing tonight. You came to the party earlier than the baseball team, and when they walked in it’s like Ramattra was surprised to see you there, and after he sat, he didn’t even try to hide his glaring from you.

You’ve been checking every now and again to see if he was still looking. He always was. The only reason you were able to look at him uninterrupted for so long in the first place, was because one of his mates called on him to ask him something. You can’t quite make out what he’s saying, but you’d recognize Ramattra’s soft, digitized growling voice anywhere.

“Hey, you ok?” Vitri gently prods you. The omnic was wearing a tux-patterned t-shirt and a costume store-bought tophat, and looking at him gave you a bit of levity from how ridiculous he appears.

“You’ve been really quiet.”

“Sorry, it’s just… it’s Ramattra. He’s been staring at me all night. And I mean I know he always stares but- am I crazy? He’s really looking at me right?”

Vitri turns towards the men sitting on the bleachers and hisses. “No, yeah, he’s definitely looking at you.”

“Why’s he always doing that? Does he have some beef with me or something I’m not aware of?”

Vitri’s finger clink against his chin. “Actually… I’m not in the campus’ baseball community or anything but, I’ve heard from the grapevine that he likes you.”

“Ramattra? Likes me??” You laugh in disbelief. “I’m sorry but how? I heard he doesn’t like humans all that much,”

“That’s what I thought too, but I also heard that he likes you. I don’t know! Not like I’m friends with the guy, haha.”

“It’s… a bit hard for me to see. He has uh, ‘I want to kill you’ vibes. Have you ever experienced having someone hold a bat give you after hitting?”

“Eh, I guess not. Look, if he keeps bothering you like this, you need to confront him about it.”

“Ha! As if, even without the staring he’s already scary!”

“Yeah, well, if you’re up for it someday, I’ll back you up. I’m not letting some brute get away with making you feel unsafe, ok?”

That’s… actually really sweet. Right now other than the staring, the omnic hasn’t done anything too weird. Nonetheless, it gets you to smile. “Thanks Vitri. I’ll hold you to it,”

Vitri nods.

“Well, I’m going to get some more more of that cocktail Neela’s making. I don’t know what she has in them other than Refizer but damn, it’s so good. Don’t mind me if I get buzzed later,”

“Go ahead,” you tell him, while swirling your unfinished punch, “I’ve still got this to finish.”

You lean against the wall and look away from the… distractingly intimidating omnic, at the rest of the room. There’s a group of girls, humans and omnics on the other side of the bleachers, chatting among themselves, their bright phone screens shining on their face, tittering. There’s a human couple on the same table as an omnic table clinking their glasses together. Vitri was at Neela’s drink station and the omnics were in discussion with a human girl- apparently Neela could make human drinks too, impressing her.

It wasn’t a high bar or anything, but it makes you grateful to have picked a uni that fosters a healthy human-omnic environment.

Now that you’re not looking at the scary baseball player, you enjoy your drink more. It’s still cold, and there’s a blend of soda and something fruity in it that tastes refreshing. You think you’ll need to ask Neela about her blends sometime.

Someone taps your shoulder. You turn around expecting Vitri to be back with his drink, but instead you’re faced with an unpleasant face.

Mick stands there, his weight on one foot, swiping his hair ‘candidly’. You certainly weren’t expecting him to ever approach you. Why was he even here? This party felt a little too low-key for the likes of him.

“Hey, what’s up girl? What’re you doing all alone here? Your boyfriend ditch you?”

“Vitri’s not my boyfriend, and he’s just over there. I’m just trying to enjoy myself here,”

“Hey, isn’t that what everyone’s trying to do in this life? We’re just trying to get the little pleasures in life before we die…”

Why is he trying to get all philosophical? Was this his idea of hitting a girl? You don’t know what is it about him, but him standing so close to him makes the air feel… itchy. He makes your skin feel hot and prickle, less like romantic blushing and more like you fell into a bush of nettles.

“Haha, I guess,” please leave please leave please leave-

“Hey, since we’re here, why don’t you and I go somewhere private and have some of that ‘little joys in life’?”

And there it was. Mick was well known for sleeping around a lot, and you heard him and his little gang liked to make a challenge out of it, which… you didn’t think real people like that existed, yet here you are.

You scoffed. “What the hell dp you think you’re doing right now? Sorry, but I think you looked in the wrong place. Go to a club or something, not a campus get-together,”

“Aw, c’mon babe, I’m not always a hardcore partier. I like a good time no matter where it comes from! I heard nerdy girls can get freaky too,”

I’m going to be sick, you thought to yourself. This must be one of those ‘challenges’ you’ve heard about. You can’t imagine why else he would be here.

“Look- you don’t even know my name, Mick. No, don’t even try. I’m not looking for a one-night stand, ok? Go try your luck somewhere else people are trying to enjoy themselves, in peace,” you emphasized with your fingers.

His face scrunched into irritation, and you’re glad, because there’s finally some mutual ground you could stand on. He drops his ‘flirting voice’ into something more natural and authentic- even if it sounded nasty.

“Come on. I know you’re not some dead-inside loser. Stop acting like you’re all high and mighty for rejecting me, you could use a guy to change up that bitchy tone of yours-”

You were about to start yelling when his hand reaches for your shoulder, but he stops. He looks over your shoulder and you could see the blood draining from his face.

A hand settles on your shoulder, distinctly metal.

“... Leave.” A dangerously soft voice spoke from behind you. Without another word, Mick scrams, running off with a tail between his legs.

You almost want to run yourself, recognizing the voice. You can’t believe that out of everyone, he came to your rescue.

“Ramattra?”

His face was shadowed by the cap he still had on. His height meant that at this distance, you had to tilt your head up towards him. Normally the fact that omnics couldn’t change their expression without augmentation didn’t bother you, but Ramattra was especially hard to read.

“Um, thanks for coming to my rescue,” you smile at him. He nods at you.

The sounds of metallic footsteps clues you into the fact that Vitri was running towards you, and he quickly stands in between you and Ramattra. The batter backs away, giving him space.

“Hey!” Vitri yells, “You keep away from her-!”

“No- no Vitri it’s ok! It’s all solved now, Ramattra just fended off a creep.”

“I- … he what?” Vitri stares at you incredulously, looking back at Ramattra. The omnic stands unwaveringly.

“Oh, um, then. Thank you. For keeping her safe,” Vitri ‘coughs’, correcting himself. “So you’re good here?”

“Yeah, we’re fine Vitri. Thanks for worrying.”

“Ok. If you’re sure, I’ll be back with Neela, unless you want me to stay?”

“Uh…” you look at Ramattra, who’s standing as if he was addressing a military leader. “It’s ok Vitri, go ahead. I think I’m going to chat with Ramattra for a while, if that’s fine with you, I mean?”

Ramattra tilts his head, you assume a ‘yes’, and Vitri, being an omnic you know well, looks at you with shifty eyes.

“Ok. I’ll leave you two alone, then,” He emphasizes, a teasing tone in his voice that leaves you wanting to smack him, before he promptly returns to the drink station.

For the first time since he drove Mick away, Ramattra addresses you. “(Y/n). Can we go outside? It’s loud.”

“Oh. Yeah, sure,”

Normally you’d be afraid to end up having to confront Ramattra alone, thinking back to the times where you’d pass him alone in the hallway and pointedly looking at the floor. But the way he made Mick run made you feel safe. Maybe it was quick judgement on your part, but you’d really like to trust him.

It wasn’t as if his apparent attractiveness escaped your notice.

You went outside the basketball court. It was on a floor slightly higher than the ground, and that gave you a short ‘balcony’ area with railings. At night it was nice and private, the street lamps of the campus few and far between, giving you just enough light but not enough to distract. You and Ramattra find a bench which you sat on. Politely, Ramattra sits half a space away from you.

You sat there with him in silence. Every once in a while he would move, you assume to speak, but he’d stop. He didn’t know where to put his hands, putting them beside him then on his lap, then back beside him. If you didn’t know any better, you’d think he was being shy.

“Something on your mind, Ram?”

He starts. “What did you call me?”

“Oh- uh, sorry. It was the first nickname to come to mind, I didn’t mean to offend,”

“No, no. I like it. Everyone on the team calls me that.” He assures you. “I was just looking at the stars,”

You look up to the sky with him. “The stars?”

“You can see them here, but it makes me miss home. You can see much more of them there. I used to count them with my brother,”

“You have a brother?”

“Zenyatta. Brothers by name, not blood.”

“I see,” you didn’t know that, but it makes sense. Out of everyone, Ramattra seemed to be closest to the star pitcher. “I miss the stars back home too. The air is much clearer and there’s so little lights around you can see the whole milky way. I’d never dream to count the stars there- but I liked to lay on a blanket outside, and see how many constellations I could find that night.”

“Constellations,” Ramattra repeats, “I’d like to learn about your constellations one day. We have constellations too,”

“R-really?!”

Ramattra points to the sky.

“That’s the dragonfly.”

It was a chain of 5 stars as its body, with a few stray ones around it as its wings.

“I didn’t know omnics had different constellations,” you say with awe.

“I could teach you more of them, sometime,” Ramattra offers, “If you teach me yours,”

“That sounds fine to me,” you nod at him.

You spend a bit longer in silence. The tension was thinner now, that he spoke. It was weird, hearing the normally wordless omnic get so chatty. Somehow, it made the omnic seem less intimidating, less like the campus ghost that haunted the hallways and frequently frightened passerby. He was a person.

“Hey,” you say at length. “Can I ask you something?”

Ramattra nods.

“Uh,” now that you’re actually doing it, you could feel your heartbeat rise to your throat, and you swallow. “Why… why are you always staring at me?”

He sputters, and you quickly try to explain yourself.

“I-I mean, you’re always looking at me, whenever I see you. In the hallway, at the campus cafe during lunch, a-and when I watch the games!”

You’ve never seen the man so bashful before. Ramattra had pulled his cap to cover his face and was turtling into his uniform. How can someone so big act so small?

Ramattra coughs, and you never realized a cough could sound so handsome.

“I am so sorry about that,” he apologizes, sounding defeated. “I’ve always liked you, (Y/n). But I’ve been waiting for the right moment- or perhaps, I was too timid to speak to you. I wanted to confess to you here, tonight, more elegantly, but it that’s not what happened. I’m sorry,”

He. “You what?”

“I’m-”

“The rumors are true?!” You squeal in disbelief. Ramattra looks shocked, and leans towards you.

“Rumors? What rumors?”

“I mean, I literally just learnt about this like, ten minutes ago, but. Vitri said the omnics around this campus say you have a crush on me, or- or something,” you add in the end, suddenly feeling unconfident though the man just admitted to liking you.

He stares at you, similarly to how he always did. You’ve never seen it so close, though. Even with the context, it’s no wonder you were intimidated by him. He was intense.

“Zenyatta…” he mutters, before he adds “It’s true. I like you,”

You falter under his eyes.

“O-oh,” you giggle, your cheeks warming. “I uh, I always thought you were gonna kill me or something, haha,”

“What? Why?”

Was he that unaware of how he was coming off to you?

 “Because you were always glaring at me! Especially when I watched the games, you’d be staring at me… while holding a bat. What was I supposed to think?”

“Oh,” he leans away from you, “I’m sorry. I didn’t want to be intimidating.”

“Then, what were you trying to do?”

Ramattra… steams? There was a gush of air from everywhere in his body, not just his mouth, and you could hear his machinery clicking inside him before they settle.

Huh. I’ve never seen that before.

“I was,” he sounds hesitant. “I was trying to gage your expression. Everytime I did good on the field, I wanted to know what you thought. It makes sense now why you looked so unnerved,”

“Wait, hold on. Were you trying to… show off?”

He exhales, this time through his mouth.

“Oh my god,” you laugh, months of tension from perceived hostility draining out of you. “That explains a lot. I didn’t know you were cute,”

“You. You think I’m cute?”

You blush at the question. “I-I mean, well, it’s just not expected, you know? You’re this… cool omnic guy on the Iris team, one of the best. You’re so strong and cool- and you keep to yourself. You scare most people on campus. It’s just, you don’t expect that guy to be having a crush on you all this time, and that silent scary face was just shy.”

He’s silent for a while, staring at you. Then, “Do you like me?”

He asks so bluntly you stammer. “Y-yeah. I always thought you were handsome, you know, before you started acting scary. You’re a real attractive guy,”

“... You’re very pretty. And cute.” He breathes.

If your eyes could twinkle, they definitely were.

“Th- thank you, Ramattra.”

He’s leaning in closer now.

“Can I,” he murmurs, “Can I kiss you?”

You didn’t know omnics breathed, like, really breathed. You could feel it on your face with how close he was. With anyone else, it’d be too close for comfort and you’d loudly deny that request, but… for some reason, with Ramattra, you could only feel your cheeks getting redder, and your heart pounding in your ears. You’ve never kissed an omnic, and you find yourself staring at his mouth.

Not knowing why, you answer, “... Yes.”

Ramattra moves. He gets up from his seat and stands in front of you, taking his hat off, scrunched in one of his hands, before bracing them on the back of the bench, on either side of you. He’s so close to you, you could see the optics in his faceplate, his eyes peeking from within their slits, looking deeply into yours. You feel goosebumps on your neck, his free, mechanical hand brushing hair behind your ear. His breath fans your lips, and you close your eyes as he closes the distance.

He kisses gently. You weren’t expecting that, you were expecting him to be a bit rougher, but no. You find yourself really enjoying this. He was surprisingly warm, and though you were expecting the sensation to be akin to kissing a flat metal sheet, he felt alive. He moves against your lips, the softest of presses against you. Despite the slow, soft way he was kissing you, you quickly find yourself becoming overwhelmed. Slow meant long, and he kisses you so tenderly and delicately that it felt… intimate. A private moment no one else is supposed to see, unspoken affection all directing at you.

When he finally pulls away from you, your mind is spinning. You looked up at him with new excitement, confusion, and something else. Ramattra doesn’t seem all that collected either, his breaths becoming more labored, his chest visibly rising and falling, his mouth slightly parted. When he pulls his hand back, he double takes at his hat, and it’s not hard to see why.

“R-Ramattra?” You say in alarm, “your hat..!”

As he peels his fingers from his hat, you could see how abused and crumpled it looked, thoroughly crushed. And when he pulls on the panels, you could see the omnic actually left puncture holes from where his fingers had pushed the hardest.

Instead of irritation however, Ramattra actually looks delighted.

“This… is great!” He exclaims, holding it up to the nearest light. “A memento of my first kiss.”

You sit there, staring up at him. “What,” you questioned, “do you mean that was your first?!”

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🪨Venture (OW II) x (gn) reader ⛏️

(First Kiss Edition!)

(Not my picture!)

(I thought this song was perfect for this, I remember watching this in the movie theaters way back when, loved it and still do. The first time I saw a representation of some of my culture on that scale, such an underrated movie.)

- In any situation you guys are in, working together or having two different jobs? I don’t think it’d be a surprise when I say the first kiss happens very early into the relationship and they’re the one to initiate it.

- No coaxing or dancing around the subject, you’re getting kissed like three days into the relationship tops.

- If you guys work for Overwatch together, and y’all won a particularly rough mission after going back and forth with the enemy, emotions are high as the celebration of the triumph proceeds.

- It happens so suddenly, like you’re next to Venture, happy as a clam after putting your all into your fighting. Then, out of nowhere, you’re getting grabbed and pulled into a sudden and passionate kiss that leaves you stunned and flushed, silent as a church mouse when they pull away.

- You know that one scene in ‘Who Framed Roger Rabbit’ Where Roger kisses Detective Valiant as if his life depended on it? It’s along the lines of something like that.

- You probably said something like, “I could kiss you right now!” After they saved you from getting pulverized and in their mind they went “Bet”.

- Trust me, they’re also kind of surprised that they actually did it—

- Time freezes for a moment as y’all kissed cause the team to go silent before an uproar from the particularly positive teammates— Causing even more cheering, especially if you have someone like Reinhardt on the team, he’d hype you guys up so much.

- That or if you guys are archeologists or simply have different jobs from one another it’s more private and Sloane can try to convince you that it was on purpose. But in Overwatch? Fuck no lol.

- The whole roster was like 80% sure you guys were a thing, but that went up 1000% when Sloane kissed you as if they needed it to breathe.

- Spreads like wildfire and by the end of the day everyone knows you guys are a couple, and a rather cute one on top of that.

- At least you guys don’t have to tell everyone that you’re a thing now.

- It makes Venture a little sad. They were planning something big to announce it cause they felt like it needed to be as special as they think your guys’s relationship is. They were biting back the urge to brag about it for 72 hours (the longest time they’ve ever kept something like that to themselves besides their feelings before you guys were a thing), all for naught.

- Reassure them it isn't a big deal and that if they look at it from a different perspective, the first kiss was a great way of doing it.

- They’ll spring back up when you say that, saying something like “Oh I planned to do it like that anyways!”

- You know, like a liar.

- Besides that little hiccup, it was a great first kiss, they wouldn't have it any other way.

- As one might expect, everyone has different views on the matter, with the positive ones that are like “Aweee look at them go!” And think it’s cute: (Ana, D.Va, Junkrat; a mix between neutral but more positive nonetheless, Kiriko, Lucio, Lifeweaver, Illari, Mei, Mercy, Reinhardt, Sigma; same as Junkrat)

- Neutral, like, “Oh, cool, congrats Ig”: (Brigitte; a bit more positive but still neutral, Baptiste, Bastion, Cassidy, Echo, Genji, Hanzo, Junker Queen, Orisa, Symmetra, Torbjorn, Solider 76, Roadhog, Sombra, Sojourn, Winston, Zarya, and Zenyatta: same as Brigitte but a bit more happy)

- Then the negative, the “I don’t need to know about about that you keep that to yourself”: (Ashe, Doomfist, Moira; sassy about it, Mauga; He’s like an annoying older brother that is constantly trying to embarrass their younger sibling— That sibling rivalry between him and Venture is wildddd, Reaper, Ramattra; a bit more neutral, Wrecking Ball; Blunt and mean about it too lmao, Widowmaker; graduated with her master’s degree in the art of being a hater).

(FINALLY! On the last scheduled headcanon post! Yippeee! Hopefully I’ll now be able to get some requests from y’all now that I’m done with this last one!)

[oopsie0503]

this makes me so mad

Ramattra mine controlling omnics has to be the single stupidest plot point I've ever seen in a work of fiction in my entire life. It's giving 'this radical extremist trying to liberate his people and create a better world for them is going to be too based. people are going to say he is so real for that.' but it's also giving 'sci-fi world where we kill evil robots like in helldiver's 2 is more profitable. make him eviler.'

Here's why it makes absolutely no sense for Rammatra to mine control omnics:

Resorting to mind control and manipulation implies that there are no sentient omnics with his same ideas and mindset. It implies that NOBODY is willing to join him and that otherwise he would be alone. This is not true. It's just not there's no chance there are zero omnics who agree with his line of thinking.

Null Sector has control of at least one omnium, and Ram is an engineer. He is able to build non-sentient bots to be canon fodder, he does not need the sentient ones. He would not let more of his people die when the job is better suited for non-thinking robots who can be mass produced. The bots the omnium produced were outdated but if they took control of the omnium they most certainly could update the blue prints to be stronger. He literally built his nemesis form dude. Imagine an army of nemesis bots. That'd be terrifying. Shit load scarier than. a couple of zombie zenyattas without the god powers.

Mind controlling omnics to send them to their deaths is so stupid. It's so against what he believes. I don't think there's ANY good reason for them to have gone this route with him! It is fucking stupid. I hate it. The 'he became too radicalized' thing is dumb . it's dumb.

(also this isn't a 'rammattra is perfect and has never ever done anything wrong in his entire life' post. but I also do not think he deserves to be the story's main villain when Talon is right there.)

a few edits: I reread some of the lore after getting questions and realized that it isn't explicitly stated what the helmets r doing. there are implications that it's a "if they won't join null sector on their own accord we will... convince them" type vibe. I'm hoping they don't go down this route and instead go with like.

the one I think would be interesting is they're uploading Omnic consciousness to a data bank so that their souls are not confined to a single body and even if they're destroyed their sentience will live on to be put into another body or something. I think that'd be cool but honestly unlikely.

[llamagoddessofficial]

Hello Ms. Llama! Since weve heard Akas opinion on Ramattra, can we hear what you think about him?

Ramattra?

I have several opinions. I have abt 15k words of opinions, currently in my drafts, that I keep adding to in feral writing fits.

Here's 1k of opinions - particularly, from a slice-of-life AU I keep laying awake at night imagining (and @aka-indulgence keeps ENCOURAGING), where you become friends with Zenyatta while attending the same yoga class and end up getting 'close' with his roommate, Ramattra.

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“I imagine this is going to sound bizarre, human. And I won’t be offended if you decline. But I have a request.”

You blinked up at him, from your spot perched on his couch, eyes drawn away from your phone screen. The height difference between you and the larger omnic was big enough as it was but now, with you sitting down and him standing up, how much you had to crane your neck to look at his face was borderline comical.

You were just waiting for Zenyatta to get home. The two of you always walked to yoga together, and since his place was closer, it made sense for you to wait there for him to get back from his Pencak Silat class. How he had the energy for both in one day, you’d never know - yoga alone left you sweaty and exhausted.

“... A request?” you repeated. Ramattra’s hands were tucked away in his hoodie pockets.

Zenyatta, when you first met him, had seemed very concerned about how you would get along with his roommate. Concerned enough to warn you in advance that Ramattra didn’t like humans - concerned enough to assure you multiple times that if the Ravager-class omnic refused to look at you, or speak with you, it was ‘very normal’. ‘Just how he was around humans’. "Please don't take it personally if he acts unpleasantly," were the exact words that left Zenyatta's voicebox.

Ramattra looked down at you. “Would you touch my back?”

...

Sure, Ramattra had been cordial with you. Friendly, even, seemingly to Zenyatta’s great surprise and delight. But you didn’t think yourself close enough for this. 

“T... touch your...?”

He nodded. “I have some calibration issues. If you could spare a few minutes to press the areas around my joints, I would greatly appreciate it. Though I understand if you don’t want to.”

“Oh!” You brightened. “Like a massage?”

Ramattra’s head cocked. You’d never get used to not being able to see any emotion in his face. “Massage?”

“Yeah, it’s something humans do to each other. You like... press someone’s body in certain spots to help relax their muscles.” You mimed the action with your hands.

“Hm.” By the rise in the inflection of his voice, he seemed pleasantly surprised. “Yes, something to the tune of that.”

“That’s no problem at all. Your back, yeah?”

Ramattra, to your surprise, immediately pulled his hoodie off. You supposed that was a yes.

He sat on the floor in front of you, his back to you, legs crossed. You’d never seen him from this perspective. Jeez, he really was massive, wasn’t he? His back was wider than you, shoulders past your knees. You could see the segments of dark metal that comprised his body, connecting to one another seamlessly, muscle-like in shape and angle but far stronger than anything a human could possibly grow.

Your hands hovered awkwardly above your lap. “You’re, uhm... you’re sure you’re fine with me doing this?”

“I am.” He swept his corded ‘hair’ to the side, over one shoulder. “I would not have asked otherwise.”

“Is there a spot in particular you want me to focus on?”

“No. Anywhere is fine. I have contact sensors across my entire body.”

... Hm. You eyed his back; between the metal sheets was a lining of black material. It looked thick and tensile, borderline bulletproof. You figured you might as well start there, and then Ramattra would let you know if you had the wrong idea. 

You pressed your thumbs into the rubber lining. No sound of protest. So you kept going - your hands moved up and down, with as much force as you could manage without giving yourself hand pain. You didn't consider yourself all that small of a human, but man, your hands looked so tiny up against him.

He was... warmer to the touch than you anticipated. The black material felt like rubber; the kind on a bike tyre, or computer cabling. The sort of thing you secretly really enjoyed the smell of. You pushed the balls of your hands against the metal itself, he was smoother than you expected too.

“Does this help?” you asked, softly.

“Yes.” Ramttra hummed. His voice sounded clearer, but lower, and with a softness you hadn’t heard him use with anyone but you. “A lot.”

“It doesn’t feel like I’m doing much.” You tried to find a balance between touching the rubber-like material and the huge metal plates themselves. He said he had sensors everywhere, right? So a mix of both was important.

“You are,” he replied, simply. His head leaned to the side. Following his lead, you moved your hand to his neck there, rubbing cautiously. He made a sound like a fan powering down in another room.

“I don’t know if I’m strong enough to actually help.”

“It isn’t about strength.”

“It’s not?”

“The best way I can describe it is that... you’re helping me be aware of my body. From your touch, I can pinpoint issues, adjust my internals. Your pressure is variable and allows me to reset many of my functions against an external force. A very gentle jumpstart, if you will.”

“... Oh. I see.” You eased up. “Human massages need pressure. It makes more blood flow to the area, I think.”

“Interesting. And it feels pleasant?”

“Some people love it so much they pay for a professional to do it. Some people don’t like it at all.” You pushed both your hands into the spots where his shoulders met the tops of his massive metal arms. Concentrating on touching, you missed the little twitch in his fingers.

“Do you like massages?”

“Yeah, I suppose. I’m a bit iffy about a random person touching me up. But if I trust and like the person, it feels wonderful.”

“Hm.”

“What about you? Is this just a necessary thing, or does it feel nice?”

He thought, for a moment.

“... I am the same as you.” 

You lifted your hands, migrating away from his back, pressing your thumbs into the back of his neck. Ramattra’s head slowly rocked forward; he made a sound you’d never heard before. It was quiet, but heavily robotic, like a hum put through several audio filters until it was barely recognisable as speech.

You paused, somewhat startled. “Everything ok?”

His voice was very very soft. Very very deep. “Yes. Keep going.”

... Huh. Well, you did as he asked, starting up again, pushing circles into the back of his neck. It was easy work, and you couldn’t deny it was fascinating to see him up so close. 

He let out a long, slow ‘sigh’. He had mentioned before that he could sigh two ways - one was just an audial manner of showing emotion, and the other was a way to flush air through his system and cool any overheating components. This was the latter. You could actually hear the hissing air, sifting out from between his ribs and mouth.

Ramattra’s head rocked back. Surprised, you pulled your hands away. His head was suddenly in your lap. He was heavy - he looked up at you, masked face as unreadable as ever.

... For just a moment, though, you could see eyes behind the cuts in his face. Dim light glanced off what almost resembled two dark camera apertures - clearly staring up at you.

...

“Uh...” You didn’t know what to say. You signed up for giving him a shoulder rub. You weren’t expecting this. 

He took a moment to respond.

“... I’m sorry.” His voice was making you feel some kinda way. “My system just reset. It hasn’t done that in a while. I might need a moment.”

“R-reset? I didn’t break anything, did I?”

He chuckled, gently. “No. Don’t worry. It’s a good thing.”

“Okay. If you say you're fine, I believe you.”

“Thank you, human. That felt... wonderful. It was exactly what I needed.” He sounded thoughtful. Relaxed.

"I'm glad I could help."

"Give me forty-eight more seconds."

"Pft." You grinned down at him. "Okay."

... You kinda felt proud of yourself. But you also really hoped Zenyatta didn't come home to his brother's head in your lap. You weren't entirely sure how you'd live that down.

[professionalranter31]

I have several headcannons for the Overwatch Heroes, I’m going to share them

Moira is a coffee addict however caffeine can’t affect her, like it won’t wake her up or energize her it does nothing but if she goes without she experiences withdrawal. She has a side project where she’s trying to create a serum that will allow caffeine to actually affect her, unbeknownst to her however he colleagues both at Oasis and Talon have been sabotaging this project as they are terrified of what will happen if she can actually experience caffeine

Roadhog’s name was actually started before the Omnium explosion, a kid had given him a pig to stitch onto his shotgun holster and some of his friends called him Roadhog as a joke, it stopped being a joke after the explosion

Venture has a house that while they don’t often stay there long they do keep a collection that they started from their various jobs. Jars of dirt from each dig site they’ve ever worked at, with a flag for the country it’s from and a sticker with some information about the dig site. When they’re hunting down relic thieves they collect some dirt from each place they go on their search and adds it into a singular jar with some barriers but in to separate the different dirt from the rest alongside the usual things they put on the jars

Mauga is trained in how to be a bartender. He learned back during his days as a Raider to do undercover work on their targets, either for assassinations or information gathering. He still makes plenty of drinks for Talon and he does hope to share a drink with Baptiste again at some point, either when one of them is on death’s door or as friends again so he keeps a small bottle on his person of Bap’s favorite drink just in case

Genji occasionally forgets to take his mask off when drinking or eating, not because he’s embarrassed about his face but because at times it feels like his mask is actually his face. Zenyatta has been trying to help him with this, with more difficulty than expected

Zenyatta actually had several jobs before the crisis happened, so many that not even Ramattra knows all of them. He uses this knowledge to mess with people a lot but it also makes him a jack of all trades so he helps out with a lot of things around Shambali with a lot of things

Before Zarya joined the military she had several flavors for protein shakes that she loved to have, however after she joined she has stuck with unflavored mixed into water so that it’s quick to make and take before and after her battles. She hates the lack of flavor so much that she intends to expand her pallet of flavors once she is done fighting so she can forget the unflavored

Dr Winston (the human) got Hammond into contact with an engineering friend on Earth in an effort to at least lessen the amount of time the hamster escaped a day. This friend didn’t know about the cruelty the Horizon Test Subjects faced and Hammond could see that. The friend helped Hammond develop the first version of his hamster to human translator be showing the blueprints of past translators and shared all sorts of ideas with him on things to make. Before he met the Junkers Hammond only liked this one human, and he hopes to meet her someday, if nothing but to at least tell her he’s okay. Until then he busies himself with crossing off ideas on the list they made together, and making sure each one works

Mei had friends she would talk to from other ecopoints, she hopes to get back in contact with them at some point and catch up but with the program having been shut down for a long time she hasn’t had much luck in that endeavor

[tonberry-yoda]

Hopeful - Ramattra

Pairing - Ramattra x reader

Warnings - too much fluff frrrr

Word Count - 3,937

Notes - this fic was inspired by this post by @lady-shimada!! i am super thankful to them for allowing me to write this wonderful idea because I absolutely love how this turned out!! this is one of my longest fics yet and I cannot express how fun this was to write!! thank you again @lady-shimada and I really hope you enjoy it!!! Have a great rest of your day/night everyone and please stay hydrated!!! <3333

You wiped the sweat off of your forehead and smiled at your work. "Does that feel better?" You asked the omnic who's arm you had just finished fixing up.

She rolled her arm and practically beamed at you, if she could of course. "Thank you! Y-You don't know how much this means to me!!" She pulled you into an embrace and you hugged her back with no hesitation.

"Of course. I'm just happy to help all that I can." Nothing felt better than seeing an omnic happy. As a human, it was rare to get along with omnics, especially after the war, but you were just glad that there was some peace in the world that you could take part in. Especially thanks to your teacher, Zenyatta, who was an omnic himself. You just wanted a better world. One in which omnics were seen as more than just robots, but another half of humans.

"How much will that be?" The omnic pulled her wallet out and started fishing out cash.

"No, please, it's on me. I don't need any money."

"Please let me pay, it's the least I could do." She started shoving money at you, but you kept declining.

"Ma'am, I'm serious. Seeing you in tip top shape is more than enough payment for me."

"You're a blessing, you know that?!" The omnic threw her arms around you once more before thanking you what seemed like a thousand times before leaving.

Genji just smiled at you from across the room. "You are very talented, y/n."

"Oh, stop it, Genij." You cleaned off a couple of tools and gave Genji a playful punch on the arm.

"It's true! I don't know what the omnics would do without someone like you. I don't know what I would do without you." He pointed to his robotic body, making you giggle a bit.

"It's seriously the least I could do. They need help, right? That's what I'm here for. To provide that help." You wiped some oil off of your face and slipped off your dirty apron. "Now I'm off to go get some food because I am exhausted."

---

"Brother, I just want to know why you're not fighting for us! For the omnics! The ones who raised you!" Ramattra exclaimed, throwing his hands in the air. He was on a walk with Zenyatta, as it had been years since they had last seen each other.

The two decided to get back in contact after a lot of thinking Zenyatta had done on his part. Moral of the story is: he missed Ramattra. They had an unbreakable bond that was taken away from them over a few disagreements. It's not that Zen wanted Ramattra back to change his mind. He just wanted to see him again. Without that brother-like omnic by his side, Zen was becoming a bit lonely.

"Don't you care about your people, brother?! Don't you care that they are dying?!"

"Of course I do, Ramattra," Zenyatta sat next to a nearby lake, looking up at the stars. "But doesn't everyone die?" His tone was soft and Ramattra was already getting frustrated.

"Yes! Everyone dies! But not like this, brother... not like this." He sat next to Zen, looking to the stars as well. "I just want peace for our people. I want to avenge Mondatta. I don't want it to happen all over again... especially to you." Ramattra sighed, feeling a little more at ease, waiting for Zenyatta to say something. Praying that he would agree with him.

"I understand how you must feel, brother," Zen's tone was still soft, not breaking once. "But we each have our own ways of thinking. I don't think anyone should die for the sake of others. I think in the end, we should all be equal."

"But how are we supposed to be equal when-"

Ramattra's rough tone was quickly interrupted by Zenyatta skipping a stone over the lake they were next to. "Listen, Ramattra. I invited you here because I missed you. That's all. We can have talks about war and death later, but for now," Zenyatta got up from his spot, continuing the walk. "I want to know how you've been."

---

"What did you get?" Genji walked up to you, taking a fry from your meal; the omnic he was talking to that was in recovery went back into rest mode. There were a lot of omnics that had to heal up, especially some who have seen some bad places. Your shop wasn't the cleanest, but at least you had a space for them to stay for a while.

"Well it looks like you already figured it out Mr. I Like To Steal Fries." You giggled, placing your food on a nearby table with tools strewn across it.

"Sorry, sorry," Genji put his hands in the air in joking defense. "Look, I'm just hungry too, y/n. You can't blame me."

"I thought you would be," you sighed, pulling out another bag. "So I got you some food too."

"That omnic was right... you are a blessing."

"Shut up Genji and just take the food. And you owe me a fry now!" You laughed, handing him his food.

"Do you have any more patients today?" Genji took off his mask to reveal his scar covered face. If only you could do something about that.

"I think I have one more... but it's a Junkertown patient."

"Are you serious?" Genji's mouth was full of food, shock painted on his face.

"Yeah," you said solemnly. "I hate getting those patients. Not because they're hard to fix, but because I feel so bad. The Junker Queen really fucks them up, I tell you what."

"I bet. I'm sorry." Genji looked at a patient who had been bed ridden for weeks. Another one from Junkertown, still trying to regain consciousness.

"Genji, I'm the last person you should be apologizing to." You looked down at your food, getting prepared for the patient you were going to have to help soon. You wished it didn't have to be this way between humans and omnics, but for now, this was the only thing you could do to help.

---

"Wait," Ramattra pinched the bridge of what would be his nose. "So you're telling me that you're teaching... a... human?"

"Two actually." Zenyatta said casually, watching an airplane fly by.

"Two?! Have you gone mad?!"

"Perhaps a little mad." Zen giggled to himself.

"You have got to be playing some sort of sick joke on me. I can't believe you would do something like that."

"Not all humans are bad. You do know that, right?" Zen gave Ramattra a playful look, which was returned with glaring eyes.

"Yes they are. Why else would we still be going through this pain and suffering?"

"Follow me. I want to show you something."

Ramattra sighed, but didn't argue with Zen. "Fine."

"Might I ask when the last time you spoke to a human was?"

Ramattra went silent, trying to think. "I don't really... speak to them. They made us suffer, so I make them suffer."

Zen hummed in response. "I see."

For the rest of the walk, the two omnics were silent. They didn't feel like more needed to be said, so they just listened to the nighttime birds sing and the slight breeze blow onto the nearby lake.

Ramattra loved when the world was peaceful. It was rare for him. Not often did he get to just enjoy the sounds of the world, it didn't feel like he was allowed to yet. He still had things he needed to do for his people. It was like a breath of fresh air was unheard of for Ramattra.

In that regard, he was very thankful for Zenyatta reaching out again. It was like how he used to live. And even if it wouldn't be permanent, it was nice.

"Right this way, brother." Zenyatta pointed down a dark alleyway, the only light coming from a dim lamp next to a sign that said in dark colors: "Omnic Repair". Zen opened the door to a dimly lit workshop with tired omnics lying in hospital-like beds.

Ramattra looked around the workshop, his gaze finding Genji who was sitting with an omnic that was in better condition with the rest, joking and chatting with him.

"Brother, what is thi-"

Ramattra was quickly interrupted by Zen putting his finger over what would be his mouth and pointing to you, who was hard at work fixing the omnic from Junkertown.

Ramattra turned to you and felt like everything around him had stopped. Like nothing existed in the world but you.

"Not all humans wish to see us suffer, Ramattra," Zen whispered with a smile, seeing how gentle you were with your patient.

"H-How?" Ramattra's tone was almost as soft as Zenyatta's.

"What do you mean, 'how?', brother? This is what they love to do. They want nothing more than to see an omnic live out its life."

"B-But... they're human."

"Very observant brother," Zenyatta giggled, putting his hand on Ramattra's lower back. "Why don't you say hello?" He pushed him to you, but Ramattra quickly stepped away.

"Zenyatta, I can't. They're doing something important right now." His eyes stayed glued to you, watching as your eyes didn't once leave your patient. You were so focused on fixing them, on helping them not be in pain, it was admirable.

You tilted your head, fixing a screw and stood up, stretching. "I'll be back." You said to your patient, who was already more than halfway completed. "You're a trooper."

The barely conscious omnic seemed to smile at you, giving you a limp high five and saying a soft "thank you."

You nodded and turned around, almost bumping into a large... omnic?!

You apologized and took a step back to find Ramattra standing in front of you. He was taller than any other omnic you have ever seen and a hell of a lot scarier too. But he also looked so... cool. Definitely unlike any other omnic you've met.

"y/n!" Zenyatta stepped out from behind Ramattra as you took off a face mask you had on. "You're doing excellent work in here!"

You smiled and gave Zenyatta a short hug. "Thank you, master. It's been a long day, but we're almost done."

"I'd like you to meet someone." Zenyatta pushed Ramattra in front of him, revealing to you the tall omnic. He had to be way over 6ft, he was gigantic.

"Hi!" You smiled, sticking your hand out to him.

"Hello there." Ramattra just stared at your hand and you let it limply fall to your side. You gave Zenyatta a confused look.

"This is Ramattra," Zenyatta introduced him because he knew that Ramattra wouldn't do it himself. "Ramattra, this is y/n."

"Does he need repair? Because he looks just fine to me. I mean I could check a couple of his bolts and wires, but like I said, he looks in tip top condition." You took a fry from the table in the corner of the room and popped it in your mouth.

"I need no repair, human." Ramattra's tone was rough, but it didn't scare you. It was just alarming to hear someone speak to you like that.

"Alright then... What can I help you with?"

Zenyatta just laughed and shook his head. "y/n, Ramattra here is like a brother to me. We've taught each other a lot, but got separated due to differences. I just wanted to show him the work you conduct in here, perhaps show him another side."

"Nothing will change my mind about humans." Ramattra turned around and crossed his arms, looking around the small workshop.

"That's not what I said, brother. I just wanted to show you something new, that's all."

Ramattra just ignored Zenyatta, walking over to an omnic who had to get all of his limbs replaced and was clearly exhausted, but still awake.

"Why are you here, brother?" Ramattra grabbed the omnic's hand, looking at his tired figure. "Why not get repaired by one of our own kind?"

The omnic just looked at Ramattra and stretched, his eyes getting brighter. "y/n is great. They make sure we're cared for and in our greatest condition."

"Yes, but they are human."

"I've met a lot of good humans in my day. And they are definitely one of them. If not for them, I wouldn't be here, talking to you."

"I see... Well, I will let you rest now. Godspeed, brother." Ramattra left the omnic to rest and saw that you went right back to work on your patient from when he walked in.

He walked over to you and sat down, watching you as you worked, not once thinking about anything else but saving this omnic.

"How long have you been doing this job?" You jumped slightly, shocked to hear Ramattra's booming voice.

You giggled, a little embarrassed about getting frightened. "I've always been interested in repairing, but it wasn't until I met Zenyatta that I realized that I can use those abilities on omnics too. Plus, I know that you all have been through a lot and I just want to start the movement to help. It's not much, but it's what I can do."

If Ramattra had a heart, it would be pounding. Perhaps he felt the simulation of it or at least his brain was telling him that his heart would be pounding. Whatever it was... he didn't like it. "W-Well, human's have been the reason for our destroyed life. The reason we are so hurt and suffer this much. It is because of you that you are fixing us. You're not helping with anything."

You didn't know how to respond. You had never been through what he has, nor do you even know how he would feel. So you just kept working on your patient. "I'm sorry." You ended up saying. "I know a simple apology isn't enough, but I am really trying to do better as a human. Omnics deserve much more than they are currently given and how they are treated, so, I'm sorry Ramattra." You looked up at him, making eye contact. "Truly."

For the first time, Ramattra couldn't say a single word. He had no rebuttal, nothing rude to say, no singular comment, nothing. He had nothing to say to you.

So instead of words, he opted for a head nod and continued watching you work. You were so precise, so caring, making sure not to hit any vital wires that would hurt the omnic in front of you. You knew what you were doing, and you were clearly skilled.

Shortly after, you took off your mask and smiled at your patient. After a couple of hours, this poor omnic that was torn apart by the citizens of Junkertown was finally as patched up as you could get them. Definitely able to live a mostly normal life and that was all you wanted for them.

The omnics eyes lit up. They couldn't walk or move too much due to their current condition, but they could definitely feel the difference. If they could smile, they would, but you could certainly tell how happy they were. "Th-Thank you." Their voice was weak, but sounded way happier than before. "You don't know how much this means to me."

"Of course," you smiled, grabbing their hand. "I'm just glad you're all better now. Like I said earlier, you're a trooper. Now get some rest, alright?"

They nodded lightly and pulled their blanket up their body, drifting off into sleep.

Ramattra was amazed. You were so... gentle with the omnics. You really did seem to love your job.

You slipped off your mask and your apron, receiving a high five and a "good job" from Genji.

"Thanks Genji. Another day done." You stretched, a couple of bones in your body popping.

"So," Ramattra scoffed, still trying to keep his intimidating front. "How much do you get paid for this?"

"I don't," you admitted, hanging up your apron and slipping on some slippers, yawning. "Why would they have to pay to continue living? That's just not fair."

God, Ramattra hated the way you were making him feel. Humans weren't supposed to be this... nice. They were evil. All of them. Right?

"Oh shoot!" You ran up to Ramattra, gently brushing your fingers over his arm. "There's a crack."

"It's nothing." Ramattra quickly pulled away from you.

"I saw a missing screw in there, it's not nothing. Can I please look at it?" You reached out your hand to him again and he pulled away again, walking away from you.

"No. I won't let a human touch me! I-"

Ramattra was interrupted by Zenyatta putting his hand on Ramattra's shoulder. "Just let them try. I promise they won't hurt you."

Ramattra sighed, but sat down anyway. He wasn't super stoked about having to be fixed by a human, but that crack and missing screw have been messing with his ability to use his arm properly. "Fine. But if you try anything, human, know that there will be prices to pay."

You could tell that Ramattra was stiff. You realized something though, perhaps this motion he made around humans wasn't because he was trying to defend himself or wanting you to fear him... it was because he was... scared. At least it seemed that way to you. He has only seen humans as something to harm him and the people he loves. Maybe being able to see a human as an ally was frightening to him.

"You don't have to be so tense," you giggled, pulling out a bag of assorted tools. "Loosen up a bit and this might be easier for both of us."

"It's a little difficult to do that... I don't want to drop my guard."

You hummed in response, picking out the tools you needed. "I understand... It must be weird to see humans as a nice thing, huh?"

Ramattra went silent for a moment, looking at a dim light bulb above him as you went to work. "I suppose. Your race has done nothing but hurt mine."

"I wish it didn't have to be this way," your tone was gentle as you concentrated on your work.

"Me too." For the first time, Ramattra's tone dropped. He wasn't trying to intimidate you anymore. It sounded almost... friendly.

"I'm going to bed, y/n." Genji took a step away from his desk that was cooped up in the corner of the workshop and stretched. "Great job today."

"Thank you Genji," you smiled. "Get a good night's rest, alright? It's already pretty late."

"I will. Don't work yourself to the bone, got it?"

"I won't. I'll be heading to bed myself after I fix up our new friend here." You chuckled as Genji went off to his room.

"After I fix up our new friend here."

Was Ramattra really stooping so low to find a human... friend? No. There was no way.

"All done!" You put any tools away and looked over Ramattra's metal body to see if there was anything else you needed to do.

Ramattra moved his arm and was shocked. It was the best his arm has felt in years.

"Thank you." Ramattra bowed at you. "I... appreciate your efforts."

"Anytime," you cleaned up and smiled at Ramattra, your hands moving to your hips. "Just be sure to come back again if there's anything wrong, alright?"

Ramattra just nodded and followed Zenyatta to the door of the workshop.

"Oh, y/n?"

You were headed up to your room to finally get some rest after such a long day, but were stopped by Ramattra's voice.

"Yes?" You stuck your head out from the top of the stairs.

"Promise to get a good night's rest?"

You thought for a moment as a smirk painted your face. "Yes. Promise to be back?"

Ramattra thought for a moment. "...Yes."

---

Ramattra did, in fact, come back. A lot actually. More than you expected him to, at least.

At first, it was for small upgrades he was thinking about related to his body and his weapon. And then it was to just see what you were working on and to visit other omnics. And finally, it was just to see you.

It was odd building a relationship with someone who hated your kind. Someone who was afraid that you would turn your back on him at any second. But you noticed every day that he would warm up to you more and more. Even if it was just little things like scooting a little closer to you or telling you about his day.

There started to be days where you would rarely not see his face.

---

"Good morning, y/n." You heard that familiar bell of your workshop door opening and Ramattra ducking his head to get through.

"Good morning, Ramattra." You smiled, continuing to sweep the floor.

"Any big plans for the day?"

"Nope! Today's my day off so I'm going to try to organize this hellhole."

Ramattra chuckled at the sight of your messy workshop. It wasn't unsanitary by any means, just cluttered.

"Sounds good." Ramattra nodded, sitting on a nearby stool, looking giant in it.

"Do you need any upgrades or anything fixed, Ramattra?"

"No, not that I can think of."

"Then do you have any big plans for the day?"

"No. I trained with Zenyatta this morning, but that's the only plan I made for today."

The two of you did what you needed to do in silence. You cleaned up all the clutter, trying to organize it to your best ability, and Ramattra would be on standby if you needed him to reach anything.

"Can I be honest with you, y/n?" If Ramattra could blush, he knew he absolutely would've been.

"Sure, Ramattra. Go ahead." You finally got a chance to take a breather, so you sat across from him.

He cleared his throat and kept his composure. He couldn't lose that stoic posture, couldn't let his guard down. "You are the most tolerable human I have ever met."

You laughed out loud. "Thank you?"

"I mean it. You're kind, caring, and helpful. I hate to admit it, but I think I'm actually starting to like you." He laughed, not believing he was actually saying any of this to you.

"That's actually very sweet, Ramattra. I've liked you from the beginning, so nothing has really changed over in my department." You smiled, laying your hand on the table.

"y/n? I just wanted to let you know, I hate the way you make me feel."

"Really?" You laughed. "Why's that?"

"I don't particularly enjoy conversing with humans, let alone take pleasure in being around them."

"Is it scary?" You asked, tilting your head a bit.

"To be honest with you, it's terrifying. I feel like I'm losing that hard edge. Growing softer. I'm not keen on that." He chuckled almost nervously and you slid your hand over to his.

"Well, I like guys with a soft side." You smiled and immediately made whatever heart Ramattra did have melt. How dare you!

"Don't you dare." Ramattra chuckled, giving you a playful smack on the hand.

"I'm glad I met you, Ramattra."

"I feel the same... I'm thankful that there are humans out in the world like you. It's almost making me..."

"Hopeful?"

"Precisely."

Ramattra walked up to you and placed his forehead on yours. You planted a small kiss on his cheek and he hugged you.

Yeah. You were making him feel hopeful.

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[kakusu-shipping]

I am once again making a long annoying post but after posting my Overwatch S/I references I kept rattling the timeline of events for them around until I finally sat down and made it

This is the most bare bones way I could write out the current string of events I have, To Be Continued due to current lack of actual in-game story events

[0verthemo0n]

FUTURE Ramattra General and romantic headcanons

This is my au that I don't know what to call it so oof...

Also, im not good with headcanons either...

Warning: i add spoiler alert, so if you see red, it means it's a spoiler to part 2. You can either skip it or just read it, it not that much important... I think...

General

So we're talking about Ramattra, but in the future, where he won the War, disbanded overwatch and well murdered a few junkers and talons... yeah.... sooo

10 years since he disbanded overwatch, so right now, he's 38 years old. Five years ago was the worst years for him, for many reasons, one of them is what you read in "this is what you wanted right"... punching zenyatta faceplate, and also realizing how his rules and his actions were too cruel, blinded by power.

But he changed, still stubborn and thinking he's the right, but he isn't cruel or power hungry anymore. He's got wiser.

Height, future ramattra upgraded his body, so his normal form is 7'5 feet tall. his Nemesis form is now 9"1 feet tall

Ramattra normally always in his office. He never gets much breaks, too focused on his paperwork and leader thing.

Ramattra likes ants and still does

He hates people who try to outsmart him or use his words against him. He won't hesitate to switch it back at you.

Mentioning him about Talon, he won't hesitate to get you out or shut you up, never EVER mention them.( The same goes Overwatch, but he'll show some respect)

Spoiler alert for part 2: Ramattra is the leader of the Seven Captains who help him with society, authority, and more.

His scarf has stars and constellations, but it's small... The clothes he wears are his old monk outfit but upgraded to show he's more than just a leader but a protector.

Romantic

he's a demisexual in this au

love language he would like to receive from his reader would probably be act of service, he would definitely love his reader that helps him around with work, especially if he thinks about settling down (probably will never happened )

Now, the way he expressed his love language would be a word of affirmation, this man would praise his reader and compliment them when they least expected. Would love see his reader get flustered. Bonus: If you praise him for doing something, you may not see it, but he lets a few steams(aka you flustered him)

He isn't much into physical touch, so his reader might have to give him time. He also prefers to do it private. He doesn't care about his reputation. Literally, he does not, but he doesn't like people interrupting his time with his reader.

Imagine Maximilian or some random omnic/human worker entering his office while he was about to get a kiss on the forehead or having a bunch of lipstick kisses all over his faceplate. He's gonna get teased.

When it comes to dates, he prefers simple places like a cafe restaurant(probably be annoying considering people will gossip or some paparazzi ruins it) in case his reader hungry or takes them to a place where both can do stargazing and talk about different constellations.

He has a lot of patience with his reader. If his reader is angry or something, he'll patiently wait for them to calm down.

Sometimes, he will ignore his work to have some alone time with his reader. Or make some excuse to check up on tjem.

Spoiler alert: if his reader is a human, he will get pissed if one of the seven captains ever insults or uses racist slur towards his reader, especially if his reader is married to him. He's not gonna tolerate any vile words towards his spouse.

[leorawright]

Hi!! So glad you're back to writing and hopefully feeling better op!!

Could I ask for some hcs with a teen!reader with Ramattra (platonic ofc 😃) who ALWAYS tells him every day the latest gossip. Each time there's just new tea about something old they discussed, Reader shuffles to him quietly and is just like "...👁👁 did you hear what [name] did today?" And rants to him for the rest of the day even if they're doing something in the meanwhile, it's all just mindless rambling at that point

Ramattra with platonic reader who always tells him the tea

Where did you find out about this stuff???

At first, he just kinda tunes you out until he realizes just how much you remind him of Zenyatta

Now, whenever you tell him something, he puts down what's doing and focuses all of his attention on your words

Gets really into the gossip, too, especially if people are breaking up or someone cheated

Eventually, he starts to approach you first and asks about something or someone so you can give him the gossip