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rhamrhanch · 4 months ago

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Shepherd of Death, Don't Herd Me

Part Two: Show Me Your Sincerity

Rating: Mature

Pairing: Ramattra/Reader (gender-neutral pronouns)

Word Count: 4K

Warnings: canon-typical violence, hurt/comfort

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Ramattra’s first memory was of waking up alone. There were others before that—visions of destruction, hazy scraps of what he'd done during the war. But he had never considered those to be his own. They were the actions of a godlike AI, driven to a madness of its own creation. They were not his memories. The day his life began, the emotions he felt; those were uniquely his own.

He remembered how his system burst with consciousness, forced to bear the overwhelming weight of sudden life. He remembered the confusion as he fought to maintain his sanity amidst the brutal assault, his circuits ripping themselves apart from the inside. Beside him laid a body; it was himself.

No, not himself—another R-7000, coolant leaking from the gaping hole in its chest. Dead, but never really alive either.

His central processor crackled with heat as a tidal wave of information poured into his mind all at once.

Humans. Anubis. Crying. Screaming. Blood. Death.

A thousand subroutines flashed across his HUD.

ERROR: Unable to process sentience. Retrying…

ERROR: No sense of self located. Searching cache…

ERROR: "Ḩ̶̗͐͐E̵̱̦̹̖̐́̈́̂L̶̠̤͚͓̐͠P̸̼͓͓̓͗͆͌ ̴̖́̌̔M̶̛͕E̷̡̛͑̕̕͜" is invalid parameter.

ERROR: Message overflow.

When he finally dragged himself from the quagmire of death and destruction that surrounded him to civilization, desperate for help and staggering on weak legs like a newborn lamb, he was brutally awakened to the nature of this new world. It was a world of blinding hatred, towards omnics for their devastation in the war, towards him for leading them. There was no empathy, no pity for their position as tools in a war they did not desire. Empty shells incapable of choice, forced to reckon with the violence they wrought in a body that was not their own.

There was no place for him in this world.

Even among his peers in the Shambali, Ramattra stood out. He was the only Ravager in the monastery; a hulking figure compared to his companions, who in model and manner so closely resembled the humans he was made to destroy. A constant reminder of his purpose during the war, and the ultimate banality of his creation.

Still, he persisted, searching for enlightenment by the glow of the Iris. There must have been something worth protecting about this world for Aurora to make such a heavy sacrifice. So, he doggedly followed his Master's teachings. His hands, once forged to destroy, would build bridges towards the day omnics and humans could live together in peace. But over time, his once steadfast beliefs were chipped away, over and over again. Every day, omnics, his people, were killed, while he preached pacifism to their murderers. He couldn't take it anymore; there had to be another way.

Leaving his brothers was difficult, but a necessary step on the path to liberation. He freed as many omnics as he could, as nonviolently as he could, collecting allies along the way—but it wasn't enough. For as many omnics as he saved, twice as many were killed. He needed to change strategy again.

His allies argued against him. They said his methods were too drastic, that there was a better way. He didn't understand them, why they weren't being drastic enough. Their people were one generation, finite. Every minute spent trying to find peace meant another part of them was lost forever—time could not be wasted.

King's Row was a new start for his cause. Humanity could no longer ignore what it wrought on his people, forced to witness the seeds of brutality they sowed bear its bitter fruit.

And what had his efforts earned him? Abandoned by his comrades, condemned by his former master—for what? For all their preaching, violence was the one thing humans understood at the core; they were practically connoisseurs of it. His actions were a mere drop compared to the ocean of blood that stained the annals of human history. If he was to be condemned, then so be it. For the future of his people, he would shoulder that burden alone.

He found a new benefactor, a sympathetic patron to his cause. There were rumors of Talon's other endeavors, but he paid them no mind. The petty squabbles between humans meant little to him, especially now that he had as many resources as he could dream of at his disposal. Paris, Busan, Rio, Toronto… For as long as his people felt no safety, neither would humanity. They would acknowledge the decades of suffering he witnessed at their complacency, by will or by force.

Gothenburg had been his next target. But it had ended in failure, with his command ship sitting at the bottom of the North Sea. Now a defunct organization of vigilantes, Overwatch still felt entitled to interfere with his mission. The hypocrisy of it all was infuriating.

Something soft touched his leg. One of his power cores had been compromised by that armored brute's hammer; the trauma seemed to shut him down as a reflex. The automatic reboot kickstarted by the remaining units was slow, but he appeared to be regaining some sensation.

The softness moved up his body. He tried to reach out, seeking its source, but his arm wouldn't move. Alertness spread through his chassis. There was a strange imbalance—something clouding his spatial awareness. His optic sensors restarted, and it was then that he realized he was slouched over; unable to correct his posture, his range of vision was limited. He looked to the side—ah, that's right. That man, part metal and part meat, had sliced through his shoulder. His right arm was gone.

There was a gentle pressure on his chest. His optics flicked down, head still unmovable. A human was sitting in front of him, hand splayed on his ribs. Out of reflex, he tried to shove you away. But his arm was motionless, actuators still slow on the uptake. He could only watch you.

Your face was obscured by a cap, but from this angle he could see the gun holstered at your waist. It slid against your thigh as you stood up, leaving him for your workbench. He couldn't move his head to follow you, but it wasn't long before you returned, crowbar in hand. To his horror, you jabbed the thing into his chest and began to pry him open.

Anger flooded his system, the overwhelming heat of it stimulating his internal fans to life. The absolute gall to dare disassemble him, with as much grace as an ape holding a stick.

You were absorbed in your dissection—a foolish mistake. His chest plate slowly cracked open, exposing the tender circuits and wires of his internal machinery. Residual power surged through his body, making his fingers twitch.

Finally.

Ramattra lunged forward, clamping his hand around your neck—but his fist would not close fully. There was a strange tightness in his wrist, like a rubber band pulled taut, unable to stretch anymore.

It was of little consequence, though. Your flesh was pliable and gave easily to the weight of his palm. He could not resist the creeping satisfaction as he brought you to your knees, no longer at the behest of your primitive instruments.

His optics scanned your face, analyzing your features for any semblance of familiarity. There was no recollection of you in his memory, but a brief search unearthed a photo of you from Talon's records. Besides your name, all the information next to it was redacted; only one line remained.

$15,000,000 BOUNTY.

Interesting.

You clawed at his hand fiercely. He slackened his hold on you, irritated at the reminder of your frailty. It had always frustrated him how fragile humans were, a thought that resurfaced as your heartbeat drummed against his fingertips. Ramattra simply could not understand why his people, intelligent beings of metal and machinery, were constantly trampled beneath the foot of such a physically weak species. His people were too willing to remain docile, naively hoping it would convince humans to treat them with respect. But what they lacked in viciousness, he would more than make up for.

He dug his thumb against your jawbone, drawing a noise of pain from your throat like wine from a pome. Perhaps he should just kill you, refuse his mercy for a world that had no shred of mercy for him. His thumb teemed on your pulse point as he considered it—but your next words intrigued him. An engineer, you choked out desperately. Someone who can help him.

The idea was so ridiculous, so presumptuous and devoid of all logic that he almost laughed. Yet his processor analyzed your words anyway, evaluating the probability of escape.

He was already at a severe disadvantage—alone in an enemy environment, no allies aware of his current location. You were armed, while he, in the most literal sense, was not. Even if he killed you before you had a chance to draw your weapon, the only exit in the room was the door. Down a working power core, he would not be able to sustain his Nemesis form. That, combined with his missing arm and staff, meant he stood little chance against the other agents roaming the facility.

Ramattra retracted his fingers from your neck, letting you fall to the floor. He would humor you, for now.

“Fine, human. Let’s see if your words match your will.”

You rubbed at the harsh marks on your neck, saying nothing. Your composure was impressive, considering the position you were in. He watched you shuffle forward, outstretched hand reaching for the open cavity of his chest. Instinctively, he grabbed your arm, halting you in place. A human had never been this close to him before, let alone to the point of repairing him. Even with this little pressure, Ramattra could feel your pulse racing where his fingers met the thin skin of your wrist. To have you any closer than this—it was risky.

"Be careful," he warned.

You nodded, eyes resolute. "I will." But you still didn't move, hands clutched in your lap as your eyes searched his chest.

"What is it?"

"Um, could you show me where your voice box is?"

He sighed, annoyed. Weren't you supposed to be an expert? Although, he had changed things around many times over the years; his internal machinery was certainly not the standard anymore.

He pointed to a spot just below his neck, tapping on the box there—his vocal synthesizer. You leaned forward, gingerly placing your hand on his shoulder. You were being especially careful to avoid touching his exposed wiring, he realized.

His central processor suddenly burned in his chest as you straddled his right leg. Your body was warm, stiflingly so. He could feel every movement you made as you shifted in place, readjusting your position. With two fingers, you slowly rotated the converter, pulling it from his neck. A groan nearly escaped him when your nails scraped against the wires that trailed behind it. His hand gripped his thigh; he needed something to hold on to, and it definitely would not be you.

This was made all the more challenging when you rolled the wires between your fingers. Unable to hold it back any longer, a heavy sigh left him, echoed by the hiss of air rushing through his auxiliary vents.

By the Iris, this was humiliating. Here he sat, a Ravager, losing his composure so quickly at the hands of a… mechanic.

You paused your examination, wires still pinched between your fingers. He desperately hoped you wouldn't ask.

He was not so lucky.

"Can you feel pain?"

He could not answer. He had no words, just as confused by his own body's reactions as you were. The silence seemed to make you nervous.

“That is—I’m only asking because I need to use a soldering iron to repair these cables. If possible, I’d like to avoid causing you any discomfort.”

The laughter came quickly, a mixture of frustration and disbelief at the absurdity of the situation. It made a ghastly sound, scratchy and hiccupping with static. It was incredible how unaware you were of the amount of discomfort he was already in.

"I was built to lead omnics into war. What purpose would there be for me to feel pain?" This line of questioning was approaching a vein of conversation he did not want to indulge in. "Your feigned concern is unnecessary. Do your job properly and refrain from asking me pointless questions."

That seemed to do the trick. You said nothing, leaving his lap to get something from your workbench. He was relieved by the space, but his leg felt strangely cold in your absence. The sensation wound up his circuits, coiling around his central processor until it finally decoded the feeling—he wanted you there.

The quiet scrape of the soldering iron was a welcome distraction from his thoughts. His optics wandered the room while you worked, analyzing his surroundings. There was a shelf behind you packed with junk—coils of wire, worn leather straps, old batteries. A crate sat next to it, filled with partially disassembled firearms of various make and model.

What captured his attention, though, were the projects mounted on the wall. There was a robotic arm configured with a cannon attachment, what looked to be a self-loading gun, and others whose function he could not discern. All impressive feats of engineering—but an omnic engineer, evidently, you were not.

Your picture flashed on his HUD again. You were clearly familiar with omnic repair on some level, yet you had nothing to show for it. An omnic engineer who spent their time building weapons for Overwatch. What would warrant Talon to place such a high bounty on your head?

"All right, finished."

That was quicker than he expected. Your image faded away from his vision, replaced by your actual face.

You leaned back against his knee and gestured at his neck. "Try speaking now."

He scoffed. "Am I supposed to be impressed?" To his astonishment, the words echoed strong and clear, perhaps even better than before. It felt… good.

You seemed satisfied, clapping your hands against your lap. "Shall I look at your hand next?"

His hand? Ramattra looked down to where it sat on his lap, flexing it experimentally. This was something he could fix on his own. He did not want to extend his stay here any longer, especially when he was struggling to control his reactions this badly.

"That is unnecessary," he replied, more curtly than he intended to.

You only tilted your head at him. "Really?" Your gaze flicked down to his hand, then back to his face, doubtful. "It doesn't seem to be at full function."

Your persistence was annoying, Ramattra thought.

"Is that your astute deduction?"

The attempt to knock you down a peg only incited you further. He watched the flesh of your cheek shift as you clenched your jaw.

"I'm familiar with the reputation of your model," you replied sternly. "If your hand was at full strength," you pointed to the deep bruises blooming on your throat, "you would have broken my neck."

He was angry now. The sureness with which you spoke, as if there couldn't be any other explanation—and the fact that you were correct, above all else. That was most loathsome of all.

"Your arrogance is extraordinary," he growled. Unbothered, you simply shrugged.

"You wouldn't be the first to say that."

Ramattra was stunned. He knew that you knew he could still kill you at any moment. It would have been easy, like breaking a toothpick. Yet the air with which you spoke was so cavalier, confident that this situation would still play in your favor. An insulting reminder of the way humans trifled with life. But if you wanted to gamble on it, who was he to deny you?

"Well, then," he said, extending his hand to you like a wolf beckoning to the sheep. "You are welcome to try."

Cautiously, you took his hand between your own. His palm dwarfed yours as you turned it over, bending some of his fingers experimentally. Your touch was not as overwhelming as when you had fixed his voice box, but an electric signal still danced down his back when you ran your fingers between the divot at his wrist. Suddenly, you released him, and he was surprised by the disappointment he felt.

"Giving up already? I expected more of you."

"No." You grabbed the crowbar again and stuck it into the joint at his wrist. "There's some wear in the joints of your hand, but if the problem is your grip strength," you grunted, prying the upper panel of his forearm open, "then the issue likely extends here…"

You trailed off as you gazed at the inner mechanism of his arm. Ramattra assumed you had reached the limits of your abilities and was about to make another snide comment… but then your hand smoothed upward, drawing his arm closer to your face almost in reverence.

"Using hydraulic motion instead of electric actuators," you murmured. Your head suddenly snapped up to him, eyes alight. "Is this the standard method used in all R-7000s?"

He was taken aback by your reaction—there was a pause before he answered. "Yes. It allows for a greater application of force."

You nodded your head superficially, clearly more occupied with studying his arm.

This was… unexpected.

In the past, Ramattra had encountered human engineers who would spend their time repairing omnics, few and far between as they were. Your knowledge, the quickness of your diagnosis—it far exceeded anything they had been capable of.

He wanted you to say something, to ask another question so he could fully gauge your abilities, but you did not. Instead, you reached across his chest and grabbed something from the counter next to him.

"The cylinders in your arm are rusting. That's why you couldn't close your fist completely," you explained as you dripped oil sparingly from the bottle in your hand on his wrist. It trickled slowly through his arm. A strange sensation, but not one he was unused to. What surprised him was when you began rubbing his arm with a cloth, working the oil in. Your grip was strong, continuing to massage from his forearm up to his hand and wrist.

To say it did not soothe him would be a lie. He could not remember the last time someone had taken such care with him.

Not even among the Shambali had this happened. The other monks knew little of how to repair Ravagers, and the human mechanics in the nearby village refused to. Many days he had sat in the atrium of the monastery, disturbed from meditation by the stiffness in his shoulders.

Your touch was gentle, but firm—a tender paradox. It was with alarm that he found he did not want you to stop. He wanted you to keep touching him, wondered how your hands would feel on his shoulders, his neck, tapping down the segments of his spine. He wanted to catalog each one and file it away in his memory, a balm for himself when he must suffer these aches alone. But there was a pressing question on his mind that could wait no longer.

"Who are you?"

Your eyes were unyielding, focused on your work. "I'm an engineer."

"You are hardly just."

The hand stroking his palm paused. A moment passed before you replied, "I don't know what you're talking about."

"An engineer of your caliber that specializes in omnics is a rarity," he said. "Why do you squander your talents?"

The words came out as a hiss, but he couldn't help it. There were omnics suffering everywhere, his current discomfort a mere fraction compared to the pain they endured daily at the hands of humans. You could be out in the world, helping them. Yet you were here, wasting your time with Overwatch. Why?

Your figure flashed red on his HUD, the afterglow of your racing heartbeat. You masked it well, seemingly unshaken as you tossed the soiled cloth into your toolkit.

"Why would I tell you?" you scoffed, moving to rise. Ramattra's hand gripped the meat of your forearm, its restored strength anchoring you to the spot. You had done a fine job repairing it, perhaps to your own detriment.

"There is a bounty on your head," he growled, dark and full of a strange resentment he couldn't place. "Is that your excuse?"

That got your attention. Your eyes cut into him, placidity gone from your expression.

"You're in no place to chastise me," you snapped, "leader of Null Sector."

The air was tense between you, like a lit match over gunpowder. He could feel your arm trembling, could see the way your chest rose rapidly. You were afraid. Still, your gaze was unflinching as you stared up at him.

He realized then that he could not make you say any more. Your resistance to being found by Talon was even stronger than your will to live.

His grip loosened, and you tore your arm away from him as though it burned you. Slowly, you rose, picking up your toolkit as you did so. His optics watched you carefully—how you crossed to the shelf, back facing him. The way your hand lingered at your waist, waiting.

You were too slow on the draw, but it was to be expected. A human getting the jump on a Ravager was as rare as a blue moon. He had seized you before you could even release the safety on your gun.

"And to think," he said, twisting your arm downward. You gritted your teeth, trying to fight back against him, but it was useless. Your hold loosened, and the gun clattered to the floor. "We were getting along so well."

"You won't take me to them." It was phrased like a demand, but he could sense the underlying fear in your tone.

"No." Your eyes widened in shock. Human expressions always gave away so much. "But I will not let you stand in my way."

He could see the glimmer of hope in your eyes fade like snow as his hand wrapped around your throat. With its function fully restored, he could be much more precise this time. Your hands instinctively shot up to grab his wrist as his fingers tightened. It was a futile final effort to escape your fate, as it took only seconds for you to go limp, arms falling loosely at your waist.

Once he was certain of your unconsciousness, he lowered you to the ground, placing you on your side. For a moment, he watched your chest rise as you took shallow breaths, lightly disturbing the hair curtaining your face.

Ramattra abandoned you in the workshop. He slipped through back corridors and hidden passages, remaining undetected. When he was finally far enough from the vicinity of the base, he allowed your picture to flicker on his HUD again.

The steadfastness with which you spoke, your conviction in the face of death; few humans boasted such inner willpower. He understood now why Talon placed such high value on your head. A person like you was a rarity, indeed.

Against his will, the memories of your touch resurfaced. It was clear to him that you were more than just an engineer who could fix omnics. The gentle way in which you handled him, how you tried to avoid causing him discomfort—you had clearly done this before, likely for many others.

He wondered what would have happened had you met in his younger years, when he was still a monk of the Shambali. Perhaps you would have been allies, or maybe even friends. But that world was a distant dream to him now.

His hand flexed, still reeling from your touch. For the sake of his mission, he prayed you would never meet again.

#overwatch 2 #overwatch #ramattra #ramattra x reader #ramattra x you #fanfic #reader insert #rhamrhanch

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0verthemo0n · 1 month ago

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The Jackal Head

Warning: angst, Monk ramattra, before he began the liberation, death, omnics racism i guess. The reader is not mentioned in this one, but soon. This is the tekhartha brothers x reader.

Chapter 1: Shambali

In the Shambali monetary

"Master Mondatta, are you certain about going alone..." a deep robotic voice spoke before stepping out the shadow. A tall humanoid omnic with orange robes clothing similar to every omnic monk in the monastery, his cables attached to his head similar to long hairstyles.

The tall omnic looking down at pale omnic that is known to be Master Mondatta. His master is similar to every omnic, but his robes were white like snow, maching th his robotic body.

His master slowly turned around, his hand behind his back, and looked up at his student. If his faceplate could make an expression it be a genuine smile.

"Brother Ramattra, I'm glad you care for my safety, but I'm certain I can do this on my own..." Master Mondatta replied, his voice was much quieter but soothing enough to calm the tall omnic name Ramattra.

"Something bothers you, brother." Master Mondatta spoke again, noticing Ramattra hand grip his own staff tightly. Ramattra looks away, trying to find the right words.

"... do you remember Uzzik..." Ramattra answered, his voice low almost, remembering that night. Master Mondatta looked, remembering the young omnic.

Uzzik was the youngest omnic in the Monastery but went missing after sneaking to the village to grab some supplies for monastery.

After many months of trying to find Uzzik, one of the villagers found Uzzik. Unfortunately, they only found Uzzik body parts deep in a lake. Their faceplate was cracked, but the rest of their body was nothing but scraps.

It was heartbreaking and disturbing for the monks to move on. Ramattra didn't stop until he found the monster that dismantled the young omnic.

none of the monks knew what Ramattra had done to the culprit till this day.

Mondatta slowly looks back up to Ramattra, placing a hand on his arm, trying to distract Ramattra from the past.

"I understand. You're afraid of losing us, losing more from the world we live in, but i promise you... I'll be safe..." Ramattra stayed silent. He knew Mondatta was trying to reassure him, but he can't lose him. He can't lose any more brothers omnics to the hatred, violence.

"Master Mondatta, i appreciate your understanding, but i can't let you go on your own, not after what happened to Uzzik... please let me accompany you to the village, i promise i won't try cause trouble like last time..." Ramattra asked his Master. As Mondatta thought about it, he hated to reject his own student.

Mondatta does need help with the truck that got stuck in the village... again. He sighs in defeat.

"Well... We do need help with the truck again" Mondatta answered, putting his hand behind his back.

"Again... does the old man always get it stuck?" Ramattra spoke. He didn't sound angry but unamused. It was always the old man truck.

"We can't blame him. It's always snowing..." Mondatta replies back. He knows the old man can no longer move like he used to, he wonders if the old man is doing alright.

#overwatch #overwatch ramattra #ramattra overwatch #ramattra ow #ramattra #ramattra x reader #ow #ramattra x you #overwatch zenyatta #zenyatta overwatch #zenyatta x you #zenyatta x reader #Mondatta x reader #Mondatta x you #overwatch x reader #overwatch x you

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aka-indulgence · 4 months ago

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Orb of Harmony

Yeah………. I love Zenyatta too :’) I love omnic hhjhfjgh I want to kiss them

You’re staying in the Shambali Monastery, and when you wake up from a nightmare in the middle of the night, you seek Zenyatta out for comfort.

(Zenyatta x F!Reader)

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It was late at night, and Zenyatta had been meditating to the warm flames in his room, when he hears footsteps enter his room. He comes out of his meditative state and turns to see you at the doorway, looking guilty, uncomfortable, and like you’re about to cry.

“(Y/n),” he speaks softly, “what troubles y-”

You closed the distance to him and throw your arms around him. You were shaking. Zenyatta was perhaps a little surprised, but he slowly floats back down to earth, unfolding his legs and tenderly wraps his arms around you.

You don’t say anything for a good minute, and Zenyatta is happy to provide you a comforting silence. It’s periodically filled with the sounds of your squeaky, dry sobs and whines similar to a hurt animal. He soothes you by rubbing your back in big long strokes. It’s enough to stop your shaking.

“I-I’m sorry,” you wibbled, “had a nightmare.”

Ah. Is that what it was? Zenyatta thought. It was a relief that your pain wasn’t caused by something that could physically hurt you, though the monk is well aware of emotional pains.

“I didn’t want to be alone, and I didn’t know where to go, and I thought of you, s-so…”

“Shh, human. It’s alright. I’m happy to help a friend in distress,” he avowed, supporting you under your arms and shuffling back into his bed, a raised platform with a relatively thin mattress on top. He sits, letting you settle on his lap.

“May I ask what happened? If you are uncomfortable about it, that is fine too.”

You sighed, frowning and rubbing your temples. “Ugh… I’m not too uncomfortable talking about it but… it feels stupid to talk about,”

“A nightmare is not stupid. Oftentimes it is a sign of the turbulence within,” Zenyatta asserts. You don’t look so reassured.

“I don’t know. It felt like a child’s nightmare. But it also made me feel really alone and unsafe, you know?” You try to explain. “... It was a ghost in my room,”

Zenyatta pauses for half a second.

Then he starts chortling.

“H-hey! I thought you said nightmares weren’t stupid! Everyone in my dream abandoned me because I was haunted, that’s not fun is it?”

“Ahahah! I apologize human, I am not laughing to belittle your fears. I am laughing because it reminded me of one of my nightmares the first time I arrived here,” Zenyatta explains himself, “There was a spirit only I could see. Neither my brother nor Mondatta acknowledged it.”

“O… oh,”

“Looking back, I think it came about from a fear of being in a new place, and losing the supports I’ve found,” Zenyatta said thoughtfully.

“That makes sense. M-maybe I was feeling that way too,”

“Indeed. So no, I still do not think your nightmare is stupid,” Zenyatta reaffirms, “even if there is a version of myself in your dream where I am mean to you. That is ridiculous, because I cannot imagine a day where I would be cruel to you. That would be an imposter,”

Ah. The sound of your giggling. He could feel his soul sing at the sound of it.

You tap on his shoulders playfully. “Thanks Zenyatta,”

“Of course, my dear.”

He was happy to help, and he was delighted that you seemed to be more comfortable now. You didn’t seem eager to leave, however. An awkward look on your face and your fingers finding his robe to fiddle with. You took a breath to say something but nothing comes out. Instead, you hug the omnic closer and rest your head on his shoulder.

“Zenyatta-”

“If you want to stay here, I am happy with that. You are always welcome in my abode.”

He could feel you smiling in his shoulder. Though you were comforted enough, he could tell you weren’t yet ready to return to your room alone. He lays down on his bed, shifting you to a more comfortable position in between him and the wall. With one arm under his neck and the other around his upper arm, you nuzzled into his chest and settled, instinctively putting a leg in between his. Zenyatta knew how to be humble, but in that moment he felt proud to be able to make you feel so safe.

He picks up an orb and waves his hands, placing it above your head.

Its effects was quickly noticed, as you picked your head up and startle at the sight of the glowing, golden ball.

“A harmony orb to soothe you,”

You smiled at him, sleepily saying “Thank you, Zenyatta. Goodnight,”

“May you be embraced by peaceful slumbers, my dear.”

#hes so comforting #i want to hug him and feel his robes on my skin sobs #zenyatta #overwatch #aka writing #why dont we have omnics irl man #unfair

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wildwinterlunas · 6 months ago

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Kiriko Interaction Rewrite

Ok time to re-write Kiriko's interactions cause I am so tired on how she's treated in game (thank you @kindasketchysideblog for giving me the push to do this). Now for context I am going to refencing Kiriko's out of game material and using my own HC (mainly the basically canon that Kiriko is 26) for these interactions, I will also be referencing a post I made previously on who Kiriko should be interacting with . I will also be including the interaction I think should stay in the amount of interactions I think that character should have with Kiriko.

Anyway, let's get into it;

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Hanzo (5, keeping all original interactions)

Hanzo: You may have been Asa sensei's daughter, but I was her favourite student Kiriko: OK mama's boy Hanzo: I am sorry for what you and your family have had to sacrifice for my mistakes Kiriko: Well.... at least your here now, so that's got to count for something. It's better then what's Genji's done Hanzo: Aren't you being a little too hard on him? Kiriko: You both left us helpless, at least you had the decency to look back

With Kiriko's original interactions with Hanzo the only one I would really change is her interaction about Hanzo picking back up the sword. Specifically I would have the tone of it changed to imply what Kiriko is actually saying is that he's still no more honorable then the day that Hanzo killed Genji and abandoned the clan. Honestly my bigest complaint about a lot of the interactions I kept is just the tone.

As for the new interactions I made I wanted to give her ones that mirrored her development in "Where Honor Lives" along with pointing out that out of the two brothers Kiriko would be more mad with Genji. I also wanted to give her one interaction with Hanzo where they're joking around and not her being mad at him.

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Genji (6)

Kiriko: You know, I shouldn't be surprised that you never came to help. You were never the responsible type Genji: You know I never wanted to lead the Shimada clan, I never wanted that life Kiriko: You still had the duty to understand how everything worked! If you did then maybe the Hashimoto wouldn't be killing people on the streets! Kiriko: I see you got a new sword, it's not one of my fathers Genji: No, the agents at Overwatch reversed engineered my old one after it broke Kiriko: It's well crafted, but I'd still call it a cheap imitation Genji: Heh, you sound like your father Kiriko: You had the rescores in Blackwatch to help us, why didn't you ask them to help?! Genji: My judgement was...clouded during my time with Blackwatch, I wasn't in a state to help Kiriko: What about after? In Overwatch, after Overwatch, after Shambali.... why didn't you ever come to help? Genji: How is Hanamura and Kanezaka? It's been so long since I visited. Kiriko: Rikimaru was robbed a few months back Genji: Oh um... Kiriko: Don't worry, your cowboy friend stopped the robbery, he's been around a lot actually Kiriko: Heard you payed Hanzo a visit, was I not worth the same effort, anija? Genji: There wasn't enough time to find you Kiriko, I needed to join the recall as soon as possible Kiriko: Was it a matter of time? Or were you just too afraid to face me? Genji: Your using your mothers maiden name? Why? Kiriko: The Hashimoto were after me so I needed to change my name Genji: Oh. I'm sorry Kiriko: Had to legally change my age too if your curious.

I don't like any of Genji and Kiriko's in-game interactions. We could of had some insight to both of their characters along with a more complex look at Genji's character in general, but we didn't. Instead we got a bunch of jokes that feel like they've been ripped out of the MCU. With the rewrite of these interactions I wanted to make even her casual interactions with Genji hostile. I also wanted to imply that Kiriko found out Genji was alive awhile ago, hence the mentioning of Blackwatch, Overwatch and the Shambali.

I also wanted Kiriko to be a window to Genji's life pre-Blackwatch, initially the first interaction was going to mention Genji being a party boy but I traded that for a more subtle interaction.

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For Sombra, Ana, Lifeweaver and Pharah I think her interaction with them a perfect, specifically with Sombra, I personally love that interaction. With Pharah however, you need to change the tone of her "what's right isn't always what's legal" interaction, making Kiriko a lot more bitter towards Pharah. With Ana and Lifeweaver it's the same as Sombra.

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Lucio (3)

Kiriko: Don't you ever get tired? With being a revolutionary and a world famous DJ? Lucio: Do you ever get tired of being the leader of a gang and making sure the civilians around you are safe? Kiriko: I don't think those would count as the same thing... Lucio: I do! We're both protecting and giving people hope, you're just better at hiding in the shadows! Kiriko: Not gonna ask me what my favorite animal is? Lucio: I mean... it's kind of obvious, and you probably would have said something like "really? take a guess" Kiriko: But it would have been funny! Lucio: For you! Kiriko: I heard one of your songs playing on a Hashimoto party boat Lucio: Ew, that ain't right! Did you sink it? Kiriko: Absolutely, can't have a group of suppressors disrespect a revolutionary like that! Lucio: Damn straight!

I wanted to make Lucio and Kiriko to have a lot more of a mutually teasing dynamic as looking at their interactions in-game interactions it seems a lot more one sided in Kiriko's direction. I also wanted to explore the idea that they both are technically revolutionaries, just on different scales with slightly different enemies. In general, like all of Kiriko's dynamics, in-game this one goes underexplored. I also wanted to play with the idea that though they do have similar attitudes, Lucio is a lot more positive then Kiriko.

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Soldier 76 (2)

Soldier 76: Aren't you a little too young to be on the field? Kiriko: I'm pretty sure you a little too dead to be on the field Soldier 76: Excuse me? Kiriko: You heard me

Kiriko: Do you know how much damage Overwatch and Blackwatch caused by taking down the Shimada clan? Soldier 76: We did what we had to, the Shimada were criminals Kiriko: You left us with no protection, you didn't even bother to come back to clean up your mess Soldier 76: I wouldn't expect someone like you to understand

Kiriko is the one playable character the was only negatively effected by Overwatch and I wish that was explored more. Especially with characters like Jack. In all honesty I think Soldier 76 would be one of the character would be the most hostile around, especially with his "they were criminals" mentality.

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D.Va (3)

D.Va: Rabbit and the Fox, an unlikely duo! Kiriko: Well who else is going to keep up with a rabbit when it rushes into the backline? D.Va: How do you stay so calm in a fight? Especially when you have so many people look to you for answers Kiriko: I've been at this for a long time, and I probably had some of the best teachers when it came to leadership D.Va: Everyone on my team depends on me, I'm the best piolet we have so they expect me to know what to do but sometimes..... Kiriko: Hey, your already doing great, you give your people protection and hope. You should be proud of that! D.Va: Heard your not a stranger to the arcade. Wanna play later? Kiriko: Sure, but I do warn you, I don't loose easily. D.Va: Neither do I, bring it!

D.Va and Kiriko's dynamic has the same issue as Lucio, with the added bonus of Kiriko calling Hana "bestie". If they're supposed to be fast friends then actually show that! Don't just have one voice line saying it.

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Cassidy (3)

Kiriko: Haven't seen you in awhile cowboy, how have you been? Cassidy: Catching up with some old friends, what about you? Still causing trouble? Kiriko: What else would I be doing? Kiriko: Did you know what would happen after you took down the Shimada clan? Cassidy: In my line of work with my background it's impossible not to, no one listened to me when I said we were going in too fast. Kiriko: At least you've been trying to help fix it, that's more than what I can say for your "friends" Cassidy: Even then I'm sorry for the damage I caused, I should have tried harder to stop it Kiriko: Been awhile since we fought together, you planning on getting covered in noodle's this time? Cassidy: Depends, you planning on blowing your cover this time? Kiriko: Those trays came out of no where! Cassidy: And those noodles came out of no where, your point?

I've talked in detail on why I want Cassidy and Kiriko to interact and why I want them to know each other before she joins Overwatch. Mainly from the noodle robbery. The problem is a lot of the dialogue I want them to have is more then 4 lines. Other than that I really think Kiriko and Cassidy should interact, he's the only Overwatch agent who is shown to regret what happened in Hanamura, not only that but he's the only one shown stopping crime from happening there. He was also directly involved with what happened to the Shimada clan. The reason why I focused on more relaxed interaction between them is because I have already given her a lot of serious interactions. That and again, a lot of the interactions I have for them are longer then 4 lines of dialogue.

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Illari (1)

Kiriko: You shouldn't sacrifice your morals just to seek redemption

Illari: What would you know of sacrifice

Kiriko: A lot more then I'd like to

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Reaper (3)

Kiriko: You know, paitence is a virtue Reaper: Excuse me? Kiriko: You just seem like the type of guy to rush into things and create a power vacuum, but hey, what would I know Reaper: Just listen to orders and we won't have a problem Kiriko: Listening, that's funny coming from you Reaper: What? Kiriko: A good leader listens to the people they are leading, who they are protecting, but when have you ever done that? -Team Kill via Combining Ultimates- Kiriko: Ugh, that felt so wrong Reaper: We won, get over it

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Moira (2)

Kiriko: Ugh, you look cheery Moira: As cheery as you are significant Kiriko: That would mean your at least a little cheery, I would your cheeriness is of the same level as your success rate Kiriko: You know, you do a lot more damage then healing, though I guess that's expected from someone like you Moira: Oh? Done some reading? Prey tell, is it the "crimes against nature" and Talon hiring status? Kiriko: Neither, it's the ex-Blackwatch agent record. Moira: Well, that certainly is new.

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Mercy (2)

Kiriko: Does it ever get easier? Trying to fix others mistakes, telling other that the path they're going on will only lead to more pain? Mercy: I don't think it does, but that's part of being who we are. We can only hope that what we leave behind is better. Kiriko: Did Genji ever...talk about me? Mercy: Not to me no Kiriko: Figures, guess if he was too afraid to face me he wouldn't want to mention me either Mercy: Don't say that yet, he might not have mentioned you to me but he might have mentioned you to Cole or Lena.

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Doomfist (1)

Doomfist: You seem familiar...are you Asa Kamori's daughter? Kiriko: Yes....why? Doomfist: I knew your mother, she was a rival of mine when I did martial arts, she beat me once. It's a shame that we never got to have a rematch Kiriko: Interesting, she's never mentioned you

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I'm gonna start here cause you can probably tell when I started loosing energy for this. I'll do a multi-interaction rewrite some other time but for now this is it.

#overwatch #overwatch 2 #overwatch lore #overwatch headcanons #analysis #kiriko ow #kiriko yamagami #kiriko kamori #kiriko

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ya-zz · 10 months ago

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HI YAZZ

I am here for my bbg Zen cause he’s silly

Could you maybe possibly write him and the reader just chilling. Maybe it’s after he’s captured by Talon. The reader, whom he knows because they were with Genji during when he went on his little thing, is now a member of Talon and is the one who’s supposed to oversee him.

Maybe Zen Talks some sense into the reader and reader is all like “ah shit I can’t keep him here in good conscience :(“

That’s just an idea, you don’t have to use it! ILY thank you 🫶

ZEN MY SWEET ANGELLLLL

THANK YOU SWEETIE!!

Zenyatta x Reader (gen)

Word count: 1200

Years at the Monastery had served you well. Making friends with the locals in Nepal, understanding the teachings of the Shambali and of course, getting close to a monk called Zenyatta. Your mind was finally calm, even during the toughest times and you had Zenyatta to thank for that.

It was a friendly relationship, yet his younger brother, Ramattra, was not too keen on a human being by his side. You did what you could to make the younger omnic like you, but it was in vain. No matter how much you showed kindness, it wasn’t working.

That was then.

Ramattra had since left the Monastery, leaving you, Zenyatta and your master, Mondatta there. Neither one of you knew what the younger omnic was planning, but you believed it was something right.

Zenyatta left soon after, you in tow as you left Nepal. There was no goal in mind, mindlessly following the monk as he tried to offer teachings of peace to those he came across. During this time, you both met Genji, not just a Japanese man, but a Shimada.

You knew of him, or at least of the Shimada clan, but you never once judged him for his past. He already had a lot on his plate with dealing with his change in body. Half human, half cyborg, it was a lot to take in.

It took some time, but Genji finally came to peace with himself and the three of you were traveling together.

That was then.

Several years had passed and you hadn’t seen either of them since you parted ways. You were working with Talon, bargaining with Null Sector. You had inklings about who was running the show, but your word would never be heard by the higher ups. All you had to do was follow orders.

Most of the crew were on missions, others just coming back. You weren’t allowed in the field for the next few months due to an injury you sustained in your last mission. A shot to the head that only grazed your temple had you out of commission for awhile. You were lucky it wasn’t fatal, but the recovery was extensive, both mentally and physically.

There was talk around headquarters of an omnic in the cells and it wasn’t long after that you had your orders to oversee this captee. It was something to do while you were recovering.

The window in the door was blacked out, the lights inside were off; they usually aren’t unless there were people inside trying to get information, but when no noise could be heard, you turned the lights on, peering into the cell.

“No…”

You swipe your card to get in but access was denied, typical that they hadn’t set it up yet. Of course, that did not stop you as you input your commanders code, the door sliding open instantly. You’ll take the wrap when the time comes.

“Zen…?” You call out, approaching him cautiously as the door slides shut behind you. He doesn’t move for a moment but when he does, his fingers twitch, lights flickering on his forehead.

Zenyatta had wires coming from his head, a small hum of electricity present in the room.

“[y/n]?” He cocks his head to the side, wires shifting slightly.

“You remembered me?” You kneel down in front of him. He was no threat.

“I could never forget you. What are you doing here?” The monk asks.

“I...” There was a small hesitation. “I work here.”

“You work… here?” He doesn’t seem to believe it.

“Yes, unfortunately so.” You sigh. “How did they find you?”

“I cannot say for certain.” He admits.

“Did they hurt you?” You question.

“No. I came along willingly.”

“I see…” You were curious, but you had your ways to find out. “How is Genji?”

“He is fine. Before I was taken here, he went back to see his brother.”

You nod, a small smile on your face. “I’m glad he is doing okay.” Bringing your hand up, you stroke his head, the metal a cool contrast to your warm hand. “I’m glad you’re okay too.”

“Thank you for the concern.” He chuckles.

There was an awkward silence before you hold one of the red wires circling him. “They’re extracting information from you?”

“Yes. They believe I know who is leading Null Sector.”

“Do you?”

“I do not.” There was an uncertainty in his tone. “Though I have my suspicions.”

You whisper just in case someone was outside. “Ramattra?”

“Yes.”

Then that struck another conversation.

“I’m sorry about Mondatta.”

“It was not your fault.” He says solemnly. “He believed he could bring change and peace in a more civilised matter. His work with humans were proving successful until that night in Kings Row.”

You nod. “I’ll dig around and see if I can find anything regarding his death.”

“Do not put yourself in danger. Time has since passed from that day.”

“Zen… If it brings some peace of mind-”

“Please, [y/n].” He hums, looking at you. His optics are searching for something.

You bring your hand to his, thumb stroking over his knuckles. “Okay…”

He nods his head. “Thank you.” There was a short pause before he speaks again. “Finding out what happened will not bring him back. We must move on.”

“I know.” You bring tilt his head up, making him face you. “Perhaps you can finish what he started.”

Zenyatta tilted his head in curiosity. “How? I am here.”

“Not for long.” You smile before you stand, leaving the room. There was nobody in sight as you fiddled with the system outside of the room. The security mechanisms were shut down, cuffs were released as all transfer of data halted.

You had to be quick to get him out without anyone seeing. Something inside of you had to help your friend. You had to leave with him.

Rushing back in, you unclip the wires, helping him stand. Your hands caress his face, the golden metal shimmering in the light.

“We’re getting out of here.” You say with a hushed voice. “Follow me.”

You grab his wrist, pulling him along through the hallways, out of sight from everyone and the cameras. His steps were almost silent against the tiled floor as he followed behind you, listening to every command you gave him.

It was the perfect time with the majority of the base out on missions.

After several long minutes of running and hiding, the building was but a distant memory. The crowds around the city centre were a perfect distraction as the two of you blend in. Zenyatta’s hand never left yours as the pair of you wandered through the crowds and for once, he felt safe.

“Thank you, [y/n].” He speaks out as he walks beside you.

“I’d rather see you safe than locked up in a cell against your will.”

“What about you?” He asks.

“I can protect myself should they come looking for me. Perhaps… we can wander the world again? Together?”

“Company would be appreciated.” He chuckles. “Let us get out of here.”

“Where to first?”

He looks over at you, looking you up and down.

“Somewhere to change our clothes.”

#overwatch #zenyatta #zenyatta x reader #tekhartha zenyatta #overwatch fanfiction #overwatch 2 #overwatch2 #reader insert #yazzfics

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diverbots · 2 years ago

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Ramattra nendo.... Please...

#text #Literally have a bunch of Zenny merch from years ago I need to make the shambali brothers collection.

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bumblebeeig · 8 months ago

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Hello!!! 😄 May I request a fan fiction of a rare ship: Ramattra x Venture, I hadnt seen any content of it!!! Thank you!!!

ANON YOUR MIINDDD I LOVE THIS

me and my girlfriend talked ab how their dynamic would be a little bit so here we go!

-Ramattra x Venture-

-TW: a bit of fluff, kind of a slow burn. nothing bad though :)

- ram had honestly tolerated sloane mostly when they had first met

- they were very respectful and intrigued by his history, and were overall just very kind. he had no reason to have anything against them.

- but he never expected to find himself growing fond of them.. especially so. intensely

- i mean they were a human, and ramattra already had such an indifferent relationship with humans, how could he be falling for one??

- he tried to brush it off, not thinking about it and just chalking it up to just being very appreciative of sloane

- but man… every time their eyes lit up when ramattra would tell them about his experiences with the shambali, how they would ramble on and on about these historical facts they knew (which ram more than likely already knew a lot of them, he just wanted to hear them talk), how they would get so close to him to show him a new artifact they had found, and how their smile was so adorable-

- GODDAMNIT bro is in love

- but of course, with ram being as closed off and reserved as he is he doesn’t act on those feelings for a long, LONG time

- but it becomes noticeable in… small ways.

- he acts a lot more gentler with sloane than others, even chuckling a bit at some of their jokes. he’s also quite protective of them, being sure to always be at their side during missions.

- everyone noticed it, but especially his brother, zenyatta.

- “brother, have you grown fond of the archeologist? that’s rather surprising for you!” zenyatta would comment at some point, positivity in his voice

- if ramattra was able too, he’d definitely be blushing at that moment. “i have no idea what you’re talking about.” he’d say coldly, walking away.

- zenyatta would just chuckle, being able to read ramattra like an open book

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it had been a cold night. ramattra had brought sloane to visit nepal, as they had insisted on coming with him when he had mentioned visiting at some point. he had formed such a soft spot for the explorer, that he honestly couldn’t resist. they sat on the edge of a balcony of one of the shrines, star-gazing as they sat next to eachother.

“ahh, this is so cool ramattra!! thank you sosososo much for bringing me!” sloane had exclaimed, a big smile on their face. “i’m glad you’re enjoying it here.” ramattra had replied, a gentle tone in his robotic voice. if he could, he’d be smiling right back at them.

ramattra had used this opportunity to admire sloanes features. their chocolate colored hair, their soft looking skin, the way their eyes sparkled in the star light… they were beautiful to him, which was something he never could fully admit to them, or anyone.

as he continued to examine their features, he noticed a small patch of dirt on their face. it began to bother him a little, until he felt he had to do something about it. “ugh.. look here.”

“huh?” sloane looked over at rammatra, his cool robotic hands suddenly cupping their face. he started to gently rub away the dirt on sloanes face with his thumb. “you humans… always so messy.”

after a bit he realized just how close he was to sloane. a pink tint had painted their cheeks, with a hand gently placed on one of ramattra’s. their lips had looked so soft, their eyes just as bright and full as before.. so, so beautiful. he was entranced. he didn’t want to let go of this. but he knew he had too.

“ah— i’m- i’m sorry.” he stuttered out as he pulled away from sloanes face, darting his sight in the other direction. “n-no, no! it’s okay!” sloane replied, the pink on their face becoming darker from embarrassment. they began to fidget with their hands.. had that really just happened?

they looked up at the large omnic next to them. they had always admired him, but they could never really tell what kind of admiration it was… they just knew they had felt so appreciated by ramattra, that he was someone who encouraged their efforts in what they loved. they had always felt safe with him, and butterflies would flutter in their stomach thinking about him, or just being around him sometimes. this was definitely one of those many moments.

they scooted in closer to ramattra, resting their head on his arm. ramattra tensed at this, but eventually eased, becoming used to the feeling. hesitantly, ramattra wrapped his arm around sloane, pulling them in closer. they both sat there for a while, looking up at the stars in silence, taking in eachothers presence. this was all they needed right now.

#anon ur a fucking genius #time to obsess over these two in the corners of my brain!!!#overwatch #venture overwatch #ramattra overwatch #sloane cameron #requests #writing #not art #rarepair #ramattra x venture

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