#shambali monastery

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Aurora in Overwatch: Genesis

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Shambali Monastery | Overwatch

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Beep Beep! 🚛

Happy Pachimarchi! 💕

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My fingers were itching ✍️

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Inspiration credits go to @synodicsoma !! I loved their Monkrat design :3 Here's my take on the other Junkers! Monks? MIRRORWATCH JUNKERS Bear with me I'm terrible with names

MW!Wrecking Ball, called Protection Ball :3 He's the primary protector of the temple, often patrolling instead of sticking to one place around. He's more likely to try and help someone than be defensive if he finds someone new on the property. He prefers to stay in Ball form, mostly due to the cold and birds of prey, but also because it's like a safety net for him.

The Temple Queen! She bore the name of Queen even before joining the temple, it means little in terms of status. Despite that, she's very respected and treated as such. She's similar to OW Ram before he created Null Sector, even though she looks more like Zenyatta. She's something of a high priestess.

Roadmonk (I literally couldn't think of a better name.) is like- a "softer" version of Roadhog? He's less harsh and cold, but he still retains that same hardness Roadhog does. He's still close to Jamison, regardless. Similar to Ball, he's usually patrolling when he's not needed. He likes the serenity of the Monastery :)

Technically they could called Brother Hammond, Brother Mako, and Sister Stone but I didn't wanna write it

[bluesunsdusk]

--// Setesh' bio has been updated.

Removed some refence to god programs from back when I speculated that those were out of control omnium programs in the "About" section. Set still loves their omnium and thinks it was justified it its actions.

The "Background" section has been upgraded with a few slight wording changes to make Set sound less like Ramattra's level of warmongering. They are, after all, separate people nowadays.

An additional several paragraphs have been added to "Background" after the line "Without justice, there can be no peace." This section explains how Setesh ended up in Talon following the Null Sector attack on London.

A section from the "About" heading has been moved to "Personality" and a few changes in wording have been made.

The "Appearance" section has been supplemented with a rough color draft of the last design sketch.

The "Equipment" section has been given additional paragraphs for different parts of Setesh' body that could be classified as equipment.

[aka-indulgence]

So, Ramattra huh? :3c

Ok so um. He’s completely taken over my mind for the past month 😭 I’m in love with this man

Usually I’m a sucker for the villains who are evil mostly for the sake of being evil or aggressive monster types but he’s like… morally gray complex? My (personal opinion) least favorite thing about supposedly morally grey characters is when they’re basically just evil except they go “oh but my backstory,” >:/ But here you can see why, there’s a lot of injustices towards omnics in the overwatch universe and you can see why he’s fighting so hard to make a change, even through any means necessary.

I’ve only started playing recently and every time I play as him I just find every little thing he does attractive orz the way he moves is so determined and confident, the way his hand strains when he’s shooting his primary fire/raising his shield… his scarf makes him look so majestic when he runs… his hair, gives him this effect that makes him look elegant? I want to tie his hair back for him huhuguhghuh

And oh my god don’t get me started on his nemesis form I’m dead 💀 He turns into this huge beast of a robot with big arms?? And his voice gets an extra.. filter to it that makes him sound scarier and growlier? I used to not like how his original arms were still visible, but now it’s yet another thing why I love him uhghehgfg he looks so confident with his arms crossed while he’s pummeling his enemies into submission and his cable hair flowing in the wind liks swoosh… and things get ramped up when he’s doing his annihilation ultimate, he can just run into the enemy team and suck their life force(?) Also this is a meta reason but I think it’s hot when he ults and the team scatters away from him 😳

and ough HIS VOICE AUGH HIS VOICE!! He always sounds so controlled and collected, and when he’s in nemesis form it’s like his restrained rage gets unleashed, phew… ngl I’ve been rewatching “Ramattra Voice Line” videos so much jkdshfnejf I love all versions of his ult line, whether its “SUFFER, AS I HAVE!” or “Rip them to pieces,”, or even the april fools line bc I just think he’s silly and dramatic in that one 🥺

I also watch a lot of his interactions, because despite his (understandable) hatred for humans, he’s respectful and polite to a lot of the other overwatch heroes. I imagine it’d be easy to write him as someone who dislikes all humans, but he shows appreciation to humans he thinks are kind and helpful to omnics, even if they might not like him. Even to humans he isn’t a fan of his conversations are still polite and reserved, or at the very least, he’s passive aggressive- but he never gets into a “grr I hate all of you” thing that Reaper has (lol)

His conversation with Venture especially makes me soft… he sounds encouraging to a human who wants to go to the Shambali monastery.

And of course his interactions with Bastion and Zenyatta are soft and gentle because omnics and knowing Zenyatta from the monastery.

I just- what if I’m his favorite person? What if I’m his exception to his hatred for humans? What if he was contrasted by a soft human? What if he says “Only you,” to his human? What if the hands he used for violence were also used to gently hold a delicate human he loves? uhuguhguhuhgufdgdfhgjdfhgd

I’m being self indulgent here and I say I wanna kiss Null Sector’s leader !!!! I want him to press his forehead to mine!! I want him to dink his mouth on my cheek and I do the same on his cool faceplate! I want him to cradle me with his nemesis hands! I want to hold his face when his faceplate gets cracked and his handsome, intense eye is visible and looking at me like I’m his treasure! ARGHRGHRG

[satans-codpiece]

Ramattra Lore Collection

All screenshots collected Aug 2023 - Nov 2023

[this post brought to you in May 2024 by me forgetting i had stuff in drafts]

Ramattra is 28, built March 29th (Overwatch official website)

-Ramattra was "created early in the Omnic Crisis." -Commander class of omnic, with innate battle knowledge -Ramattra was "seeking direction" -Ramattra was at Shambali for years before recruiting Zenyatta (Overwatch official website)

-Ramattra recruited Zenyatta at an omnic rights protest (Overwatch official website)

-At the time of Uprising, Null Sector had followers -Uprising was denounced by the omnics of London -Null Sector went underground after Uprising (Overwatch official website)

-Ramattra struggled with the concept of sentience as a gift -Ramattra recruited Zenyatta. I believe the "Mondatta" in 2nd paragraph is a typo as developers commentary & concept art show Ramattra recruiting Zenyatta. (General Invasion entry, unlocked after Gothenburg)

-Genji believes Ramattra possesses "no self-preservation and suicidal recklessness" (Resistance - Genji)

-Genji and Ramattra have never met, but Zenyatta spoke of him often -Zenyatta believes Ramattra left "with doubt clouding his soul" (Liberation - Genji)

-Before leaving Shambali, Ramattra was almost killed by humans in Nepal -R-7000s are largely in hiding or dead (Ramattra: Reflections)

-R-7000s were "never made by human hands" -R-7000 parts are only available through other R-7000s' destruction (Ramattra: Reflections)

-Ramattra directly blames Mondatta's teachings for not improving the world faster (Ramattra: Reflections)

-Ramattra and Zenyatta were at the monastery together for 3 years (Ramattra: Reflections)

-Ramattra wants to hurt humans who hurt omnics (Ramattra: Reflections)

-Ramattra curses! (Ramattra: Reflections)

-Even when acting "gently" Ramattra can hurt humans -Ramattra feels guilt and anger about this (Ramattra: Reflections)

-Ramattra was well known as an omnic liberator (Ramattra: Reflections)

-Before Uprising, Ramattra believed omnics needed to stop waiting on a savior and save themselves. (Ramattra: Reflections)

-Ramattra chose his own name to honor Aurora, but also associates it with his mistakes (Ramattra: Reflections)

-Ramattra showed Nameless, Zera, and Lanet his omnium 2 years before Uprising -Ramattra's omnium is "buried by thick slabs of ice and stone", goes "through a shaft of ice", and is largely underground -Ramattra's design aesthetics are similar to Anubis's, "built by machines for machines" -Ramattra was designed and built at this omnium

-Ramattra notes the power of united omnics even against their will -but Ramattra also wishes to inspire omnics to find unity

-Zenyatta wanted to fight, but Ramattra talked him out of it -Ramattra "nearly got Zenyatta killed."

-Ramattra rejects letting omnics fight in Uprising because they are not expendable

-Mondatta denounces Null Sector

-Ramattra says Mondatta is a traitor to the omnic people

-Ramattra can slip into rages given the right provocation (confronting slavers + dishonoring Lanet's death)

-Ramattra will make omnics join him

[wisteriaiswriting]

may i request for sweet fluff hcs with the shimada brothers? preferably a reader who is slightly younger than them

𝔽𝕝𝕦𝕗𝕗 ℍ𝕖𝕒𝕕𝕔𝕒𝕟𝕠𝕟𝕤

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Might've gone a little overboard for them. :)

No matter how long you two date or remain friends with him there will always be an air of mentor and student. It will never leave, whether it's easily observable or underlying. (In his words, ‘You never stop learning.’)

He tries to stay around you 24/7, making sure you’re safe by watching over you. If it’s not possible he’ll have someone who is trusted to take his place until he returns.

Isn’t the biggest fan of pda due to the fact he’s never dealt with it and he gets embarrassed. But he tries to make up for it later in private, which is repaid in cuddles and kisses.

His main love language is acts of service, if giving gifts were on it would be up there. But this allows him to feel useful and needed, even if he knows he doesn’t need to he’ll do it anyways.

Speaking off giving if you look at something for even a few seconds in person or mention something online next thing you know it’s sitting on your bed later. (Unless it wont fit then it’s waiting outside your door.)

He sews. Learned it when he was young and only improved on the skill, which he is happy to use now. By making you custom clothing and garments, making sure it’s your favourite colour, material and clothing type.

His dragons will start gravitating towards you, while it starts simple soon enough all their time outside of battle is spent hanging around you. In their small forms.

But once they become bigger it only makes their cuddle piles harder to leave, not that you would want to. At this point Hanzo has learned to join instead of leaving.

Everyday he’ll dote on you about your health. If you’re eating and drinking enough, injured? Searching and retrieving a medkit or medicine for you.

If you get sick he’s one of the best people to help you. He’ll stay around as much as possible, staying just far enough away and knows what not to do. (No kisses :()

He will train you, there will be no exceptions. While it’s mainly hand to hand combat, sparring and so on, if you turn out decent at bows he might let you try his out. (Unlike someone who shot him, Genji.)

Back in his younger years he would’ve had no shame when it came to pda, sorry but he wouldn't give up being a playboy. But you will always be his one and only.

In the current days he’s become a bit more reserved although he does enjoy and allow you to hold hands and some quick kisses. (His mask nudges your face.)

If you allow him he will carry you around, whether you’re injured or not. The usual is the bridal carry but for laughs he will do the fireman carry.

If you ever get seriously injured he’ll have no clue what to do, so he has to find the nearest support. Small ones are fine, luckily he knows the basics.

When he starts training you, he will go soft on you. Even if he tries not to, it's difficult, he tries not to hurt you. Panic will ensue if he lays the smallest injury on you.

Soon enough he’ll bring you along to the shambali monastery to meet Zenyatta. And if you two get along and meditate together he will fall harder.

He’ll try to convince you to meditate with him, even if you don’t and just hang around he’ll be happy.

His love language is quality time. Just spending time around you, whether you speak or not.

Will let you apply the balm to this scar as it helps keep them painless. Plus he gets even more time with you.

Please play with his hair. He will melt into your arms the moment you do, his scalp has become a lot more sensitive.

[exykingazama-artblog]

Me eagerly waiting for the next chapter of that one Ramattra x Reader fanfic

Ramattra enjoyers y'all must read this

[yanderes-galore]

May I ask for Platonic Yandere headcanons for Zenyatta and Ramattra (Their names are so fucking hard to write) with a reader who is also an Omnic?

I think I have a little idea I can talk about for this :) Ramattra is the main yandere in this since Zenyatta is a bit too tame.

Yandere! Platonic! Zenyatta + Ramattra with Omnic! Darling

(Shambali Monk Era Idea)

Pairing: Platonic - Sharing -> Rivalry

Possible Trigger Warnings: Gender-Neutral Darling, Obsession, Manipulation, Overprotective behavior, The sharing is implied to became a rivalry near the end, Some angst, Religious themes, Jealousy, Possessive behavior, Not really TOO yandere but that's because Zenyatta is so tame, Forced companionship.

The one thing that comes to mind is when Zenyatta and Ramattra were both monks.

Perhaps you were also a monk, sharing camaraderie in your beliefs.

You were all Shambali monks for years, which causes the two to grow close to you.

Zenyatta was much more peaceful and tranquil while Ramattra often harbored resentment and discord.

The two acted like brothers to one another, although they see you in a similar light.

As a fellow Omnic monk... the two naturally feel bonded to you.

You're bonded by the same religion and similar beliefs.

All of your conversations are usually with the two, whatever they may be about.

I imagine at first they're fine with sharing.

Zenyatta has always been one to share his obsession... but Ramattra leans more on the possessive side.

Zenyatta often speaks to you about accepting others, no matter what they may think.

He wants you to accept humans as equals, despite you clearly being different from them.

Meanwhile Ramattra shares a different sentiment, often blaming humans for the issues with Omnic kind.

You do not blame his fire... but you also think on Zenyatta's thoughts too.

You care for the two... like siblings.

They are your brothers... you adore them and learn from them.

The two, mostly Ramattra, get jealous when you speak with those outside the temple.

Zenyatta is naturally more accepting, allowing you to communicate with humans and Omnics alike as you speak to others about your teachings.

Ramattra is more cautious, often showing disdain when he sees you speak with humans and compliant Omnics.

Why don't you understand that speaking with humans will hurt you?

The two are naturally protective of you.

It's just that one of them is more understanding of the other.

Affection is primarily verbal, you know they care for you by their words and some tasks they do for you.

You worship with them... then things fall apart.

Once the assassination of Mondatta occurs, a rift forms between you three.

Ramattra's hate towards humans boils over, plans for Null Sector brew in his mind.

Zenyatta tries to dissuade Ramattra's thoughts... while Ramattra tries to convince you to support him.

Your bond is torn... but both Omnics don't wish to let you go.

You begin to isolate yourself from your brethren, not daring to speak with them.

When Ramattra makes the decision to leave the Monastery, he comes to you to try and recruit you.

Surely you see that humans are the enemy now... do you not?

Their sharing would become a rivalry due to Ramattra's differing beliefs.

Zenyatta has already refused him, he at least wants you to support him.

But Zenyatta... eager not to have you leave him, urges you not to accept.

This rift brews their rivalry... both Omnics willing to do anything to keep their beloved companion.

Ramattra will drag you to Null Sector if he has to... mingling with humans will only cause pain.

Zenyatta isn't violent, but he will do whatever it takes to keep you as part of the Monastery.

If he doesn't... Ramattra will take you on a dark path of discord.

The question is... what side will you take?

A path of tranquility with Zenyatta...

Or a path of discord with Ramattra?

Regardless of your path... one of the two won't let the other have you completely.

You fear the bloodshed that will follow when Null Sector grows in power.

You wonder if you could've prevented this... you couldn't.

You don't want to be caught between them in a war for your affections.

But with Ramattra's feelings... such a thing could never happen.

Sometimes you think about the time you shared with them long before...

If you could... you'd weep.

[ya-zz]

So what about a Ramattra X human reader idea, what if Ramattra and reader were together when they were both monks at the monastery but reader didn’t come with Ramattra on his journey, slowly they grew out of touch with Ramattra forming Null Sector, he thought reader might be dead since they couldn’t find them in Shambali in his attack there. But sometime later when Ramattra allies himself with Talon he sees reader as one of the agents and now tries to kidnap convince the reader to be by his side once more

Mayyyy have left this one on a little cliffhanger~

Thank you for requesting! ♥

Ramattra x Reader (gen)

Word count: 1264

Years had since passed since Ramattra had seen you. From being close friends, to partners in the Shambali Monastery; Ramattra and yourself were ever close. You were the reason he kept going, the voice he needed to hear on his darkest days and the body he craved to touch each night. 

You and Ramattra were perfect for each other. 

However, tension rose as Ramattra planned on how to make peace between his kind and humans. A liberation as Ramattra called it. His views on humanity were sour, even despite the words you would speak towards him. No matter what you would say, his views were stronger. 

When he offered his hand to you to join his cause, you declined, shaking your head and walking away. That was the last time that he saw you…

He tried to keep contact with you, and you kept that up for awhile before eventually ceasing all communication with him. Your views and his were forever clashing and you couldn’t deal with the constant hostility he was showing, so, communication was cut and you never heard from Ramattra again. 

Although he kept trying. Messages went delivered, then to undelivered. They kept piling up until eventually the omnic gave up. His heart was heavy. He lost the one person, the one human who cared for and loved him. 

When he made his way back to his home, to the Shambali Monastery, his attacks were brutal, but for once in the months of fighting, he stepped off that vessel in search for you. He wandered the villages, up the slopes of the monastery in hopes to find you, but all around him was rubble, dead humans and omnics, there were no living people despite how hard he searched. You were not there. You were not running around trying to save those under bricks and stones and you were not screaming out in pain laying underneath them either. You were not there. 

Ramattra had lost you.

You were either dead underneath all of the rubble, or you somehow made it out alive. You had to be somewhere. He longed to see your face, to see you as you always were. 

With a broken heart, he left and continued his attacks. Null Sector, while in the process of being stopped by Overwatch and other military forces, kept fighting for what was believed right; however, Ramattra needed more ammunition, he needed more power. 

Where else to turn but to Talon. 

So, that’s what Ramattra did. He scheduled a meet with non other than Akande Ogundimu, aka: Doomfist, right in the heart of Talon headquarters…

“I can provide you with the power that you need.” Akande speaks, back turned towards Ramattra. 

“At what cost?” The omnic asks. 

“A simple payment.” That’s when he turns to face the taller man in the office. “I will contact you with the necessary details. If you don’t mind, I have other business to attend to.” Akande gestures for Ramattra to leave and so the omnic does. 

As he’s walking back to his vessel, feet tapping away on the tiled floor with each step, he passes by a small training hall where noises sounded from. Curiosity gets the better of him and he peers in and sees multiple talon soldiers sparring and working out. Some were lifting weights, others running on the treadmill with headphones on. 

There in the far corner, hands wrapped in guards and punching the bag hanging from the low rise ceiling was someone he recognised instantly. You.

He goes to call out to you, but bites back against his systems wishes. Instead, he continues back to his vessel, conducting a plan to see you without the watchful eyes of your superiors. Everything was monitored, every action, every breath. He had to be careful. 

…

…

Something was eating away at him, something about you. Where have you been all these years? Why are you here in Talon? Why are you not there with him?

He takes a moment to go over his plan before striding back into Talon HQ. He avoids the cameras, HUD alerting him to the sounds ahead and behind. His only destination was to wherever you were. After the quick scan he did earlier, he knew your exact height and weight, even your body temperature.

In a room further down the hallway and to the right, a door opens and you exit only to be pushed back inside and the door being locked shut. A metal hand covers your mouth as you stare up into the dark, a panic running through your body. Red lights blink back at you and another pair just below them shift, expanding and shrinking, examining you. 

Ramattra doesn’t move, keeping his hand clamped over your lips, stopping you from talking. He glares down at you, pushing you further against the wall. 

“You have been here this entire time?” He finally speaks, optics looking down at the petrified face. The way your eyes widened when you recognised his voice, the small tears that pricked at the corners. He could feel your lips quiver on the pad of his hands. “This entire time I thought you were dead, you have been here working with Talon?” 

He doesn’t risk moving his hand, thumb pressing just that little bit harder against your cheekbone which causes you to wince. 

“You would not join me but you would join Talon?” His grip gets tighter as he watches you blink. “Do not do anything stupid.” 

Gradually, he releases his grip, listening to you breathe rapidly. 

“Ramattra-” You sputter. “What the hell are you doing here?” 

“Business. Why are you here?” His tone lowers, a threatening frequency. 

“That doesn’t concern you.” You spit back, wiping your mouth with the back of your hand. “If anyone sees us interacting-” 

“Did you really think I would do this without a plan?” Ramattra takes a step forward, a step closer towards you, the shadows looming over you. “You do not belong here.”

“They kicked me out of the monastery when you started attacking. I had nowhere else to go.” Your teeth grit as you continue talking. “You destroyed the one place I called home.” 

Ramattra felt something tug at his wires. Pain. Heartbreak. Anger. He goes to speak but he sees the pain within your eyes alongside something else… Longing. 

“You would be better suited with me.” He states, raising his hand to rest on your shoulder. He can feel the heat rise inside of you from the touch alone. “I have missed you.” 

Your body tenses as a single tear falls down your cheek. “You may have missed me, but what you have done does not excuse your actions. You took everything away from me.” 

The omnic hesitates. “I am sorry.” His thumb rubs gentle strokes on your shoulder. He knew he wasn’t going convince you to join him after what he had done… So there was only one other way… 

“I am also sorry for doing this.” He notices the widening of your eyes before he stabs a needle into the side of your neck. 

“What the fuck-” You wince, bringing your hand up to cover the affected area before your head suddenly starts to feel light. 

“I need you.” He says, vocaliser lowering into a whisper as he watches your body go limp. He catches you as you fall, holding your body close to his before he does an external scan of the surrounding area. 

You black out against the larger form, body and mind unconscious, unable to hear his words. 

“You will come with me.”

[lady-of-endless]

Helllloooo if requests are still open could I request reader taking care of RAMATTRA :3? There's alot of reader comfort out there but good gd this dude needs a nap.

Author's Note: Another request, I'm so happy! I agree with you 100%, let him get some rest. Thank you so much for requesting this ❤️ Hope you'll enjoy it

Taking care of Ramattra

Since he left the Shambali Monastery, Ramattra has become more of an overachiever. Humanity's continuous aggression towards omnics forced him to ignore his own needs just to work on plans, strategies, and new machines, all for a better future. He saw no problem with that but, he's not alone anymore, and you're worried for him.

When you propose taking a break for his own good, he simply replies with how he doesn't need it, changing the subject. Of course, he takes note of your worried expression from your face but does not want to bother explaining that you have no reason to be worried for him, at first.

"My system is running in optimal conditions. I do not require rest like humans do." He caved in and explained to you calmly, causing you to sigh in defeat. Even if you knew that it was true, it was his mind that needed rest more than his body. You understand that it will be complicated to get him to relax.

You noticed how he didn't even meditate the way he still used to even after leaving Shambali. It was a part of his routine but not anymore so it seemed. Instead of pointing it out, ask him if he can teach you how to do it. He will look at you over his shoulder in silence, pondering and analyzing your expression. It was his right to be suspicious as you never asked for this before. Right when you think he is going to refuse, the orb from his staff floats toward his right hand. "Follow me, and pay attention." He muttered. Somehow, this one trick to get him to rest went unnoticed.

Maybe you can try a straightforward approach as well. If he is working, walk to him, ask about what he's working on. As he talks, put a hand over his and gently pull him towards you by his hand. "And what is it you think you're doing?" He stops explaining and asks but still lets himself be guided by you. You tell him that you wish to read something to him and he refuses right away. This calls for desperate measures. "Just give it a chance. Like you did with me…" You say with a hopeful look in your eyes when looking at him. With that, consider it done. You knew that you got him with that one. "Fine, but it better not take long." He sighs in frustration as he lays down next to you.

In the first minutes, Ramattra just waits broodingly for this break to end. Gradually, as he listens to your voice and your breathing, he starts to lose track of time and forget about what he had to do later. He finds himself turning his body more towards yours, even maybe placing his head on your chest, hoping that you won't ask why.

That's the time he discovers another way of relaxing. It has even become his favorite. Laying his head on your chest, his sound sensor close to your heart. He is surprised by how pleasant the sound of it is. Listening to the steady beats makes him feel like every circuit from his body slows down and because he's alone with you, he allows it.

He cannot admit that he felt better afterward, but he surely won't let your thoughtful gesture pass without thanking you. "I am grateful for this moment of peace. Perhaps I can…find some time to repeat this in the days to come."

Even so, there's a long way to go if you expect him to take a break freely on his own. You will still have to keep an eye on him.

When he needed to think something over or find a solution to a problem, he usually traveled to Shambali where he watched the monastery alone, from afar. There is something in the scenery that brings him calmness every time. Plan a little trip to Shambali for him. Tell him that you need to go there for something and you need him to guide you. When his steps bring you two to his favorite spot, just stay silent and let him have a moment of peace. Watch how his shoulders drop and how his breathing becomes more deeply. He might remain silent or open up to you. If the latter happens, it usually leads to a deep conversation, and for him, this also counts as a way to relax.

[rhamrhanch]

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

Next Chapter

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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 remembers how his system burst with consciousness, forced to bear the sensory overload of sudden life. He remembers the confusion as he fought to maintain his sanity, his circuits ripping themselves apart from the inside. Next to him there was 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 made it to civilization, desperate for help and staggering on weak legs like a newborn lamb, he was brutally made aware of the nature of this new world. It was a world of blinding hatred, towards omnics for their destruction 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.

See us, see our suffering! Don't look away!

And what did his efforts earn 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 no mind to them. 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… 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 touches 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 moves up his body. He tries to reach out, seeking its source, but his arm doesn’t move. Alertness spreads through his chassis. There's a strange imbalance—something clouding his spatial awareness. His optic sensors restart, but he's slouched over; unable to correct his posture, his range of vision is limited. He looks 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's a gentle touch against his chest. His head remains unmovable as his optics flick down. A human is sitting in front of him, hand splayed on his ribs. Out of reflex, he tries to shove you away. But his arm is motionless, actuators still slow on the uptake. He can only watch you.

Your face is obscured by a cap, but from this angle he can see the gun holstered at your waist. It slides against your thigh as you stand up, leaving him for your workbench. He can't move his head to follow you, but it's not long before you return, crowbar in hand. To his horror, you jab the thing into his chest, prying him open.

Anger overwhelms his system, the resulting heat in his body stimulating his internal fans to life. The absolute gall to dare disassembling him, with as much grace as an ape holding a stick. You're absorbed in your dissection—a foolish mistake. His chest plate slowly cracks open, exposing his internal machinery. Residual power surges through his body, making his fingers twitch. Finally.

Ramattra lunges forward, his hand clamping around your neck. There's something stopping him from fully closing his fist, like a rubber band pulled taut, unable to stretch anymore. But it's of little consequence; your flesh is pliable and gives easily to the weight of his palm. He can’t resist the creeping satisfaction as he brings you to your knees, no longer at the behest of your primitive instruments.

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

$15,000,000 BOUNTY.

How interesting.

You claw at his hand fiercely. He slackens his hold on you slightly, irritated at the reminder of your frailty. It had always frustrated him how fragile humans were, a thought that resurfaces as your heartbeat drums against his fingertips. Ramattra simply couldn’t 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 digs his thumb against your jawbone, drawing a noise of pain from your throat. Perhaps he should just kill you, refuse his mercy for a world that has no shred of mercy for him. His thumb teems on your pulse point as he considers it—but your next words intrigue him. An engineer, you choke out desperately. Someone who can help him.

The idea is so ridiculous, so presumptuous and devoid of all logic that he almost laughs, yet his processor analyzes 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 is 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 lets you fall to the floor. He would humor you, for now.

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

You rub at the harsh marks on your neck, saying nothing. Your composure was impressive, considering the position you were in. He watches you shuffle forward, reaching for the open cavity of his chest. Instinctively, he grabs your arm, part of him nervous to let you touch him again. It was true you hadn't killed him, even when given the opportunity. But a human had never been this close to him before, let alone to the point of repairing him. Even with this little pressure, Ramattra can feel your pulse racing where his fingers meet the thin skin of your wrist. To have you any closer than this—it was risky.

"Be careful," he warns. You nod, eyes resolute.

"I will." But you still don't move, hands clutched in your lap as your eyes search his chest.

"What is it?"

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

He sighs, 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 points to a spot just below his neck, tapping on the box there—his vocal synthesizer. You lean forward, gingerly placing your hand on his shoulder. You're being especially careful to avoid touching his exposed wiring, he realizes.

His central processor suddenly burns in his chest when you straddle his right leg. Your body is warm, stiflingly so. He can feel every movement you make as you shift in place, readjusting your position. With two fingers, you slowly rotate the converter, pulling it out from his neck. He's surprised by the groan that almost leaves him when your nails scrape against the wires that trail behind it. His hand grips his thigh; he needed something to hold on to, and it definitely wasn't going to be you.

This is made all the more challenging when you roll the wires between your fingers. Unable to hold it back any longer, a heavy sigh leaves 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 pause your examination, wires still pinched between your fingers. He desperately hopes you don't ask.

He is not so lucky.

"Can you feel pain?"

He doesn't answer; he has no words, just as confused by his own body's reactions as you are. The silence seems 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 comes quickly, a mixture of frustration and disbelief at the absurdity of the situation. It makes a ghastly sound, scratchy and hiccuping with static. It was incredibly ironic how unaware you were of the amount of discomfort he was already feeling.

"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 seems to do the trick. You say nothing, leaving his lap to get something from your workbench. He's relieved by the space, but his leg feels strangely cold in your absence. The sensation winds up his circuits, coiling around his central processor until it finally decodes the feeling—he wanted you there.

The quiet scrape of the soldering iron is a welcome distraction from his thoughts. His optics wander the room as you work, analyzing his surroundings. There's a shelf behind you packed with junk—coils of wire, worn leather straps, old batteries. A crate sits next to it, filled with partially disassembled firearms of various make and model. What captures his attention, though, are 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 cannot discern. All impressive feats of engineering—but an omnic engineer, evidently, you were not.

Your picture flashes 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 inventing weapons for Overwatch. What would warrant Talon to place such a high bounty on your head?

"Okay, finished."

That was quicker than he expected. The picture of you fades away from his vision, replaced by your actual face. You're sitting back against his knee, waiting expectantly.

You gesture at his neck. "Try speaking now."

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

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

His hand? Ramattra looks down to where it sits 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 replies, more curtly than he intended to.

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

Your persistence is annoying, Ramattra thinks. It was not unlike humans to gain the slightest bit of knowledge and then act like they could do anything.

"Is that your astute deduction?" he bites. The attempt to knock you down a peg only incites you further. He watches the flesh of your cheek shift as you clench your jaw.

"I'm familiar with the reputation of your model," you reply sternly. "If your hand was at full strength," you point to the deep bruises 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 growls. Unbothered, you simply shrug.

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

Ramattra is stunned. He knows that you know 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 says, extending his hand to you like a wolf beckoning to the sheep. "You are welcome to try."

Cautiously, you take his hand between your own. His palm dwarfs yours as you turn it over, bending some of his fingers experimentally. Your touch is not as overwhelming as when you fixed his voice box, but an electric signal dances down his back when you run your fingers between the divot at his wrist. Suddenly, you release him, and he's surprised by the disappointment he feels.

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

"No." You grab the crowbar again and stick 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 grunt, prying the upper panel of his forearm open, "then the problem likely extends here…"

You trail off as you gaze at the inner mechanism of his arm. He assumes you've reached the limits of your abilities and is about to make another snide comment… but then your hand smooths upward, bringing his arm closer to your face.

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

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

You nod your head superficially, clearly more occupied with studying his arm. This is… 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 wants you to say something, to ask another question so he can fully gauge your abilities, but you don't. Instead, you reach across his chest and grab 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 explain as you sparingly drip oil from the bottle in your hand on the damaged area. It trickles slowly through his arm; a strange sensation, but not one he was unused to. What surprises him is when you begin rubbing his arm with a cloth, working the oil in. Your grip is strong, but not unpleasant as you continue massaging up his hand and wrist.

Ramattra would be lying if he said it wasn't soothing. He couldn't remember the last time someone had taken such care with him. Not even among the Shambali did this happen; the other monks didn't know how to repair Ravagers, and the human mechanics in the nearby village refused to. Many days he would sit in the atrium of the monastery, disturbed from meditation by the stiffness in his shoulders.

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

"Who are you?"

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

"You're hardly just."

The hand stroking his palm pauses. A moment passes before you reply, "I don't know what you're talking about."

"An engineer of your caliber that specializes in omnics is a rarity," he says matter-of-factually. "Why do you squander your talents?" The words come out as a hiss, but he can't help it. There are 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, and yet you were here, wasting your time building weapons for Overwatch. Why?

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

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

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

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

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

The air is tense between you, like a lit match over gunpowder. He can feel your arm trembling, see the way your chest rises rapidly. You are afraid. Still, your gaze is unflinching as you stare up at his face plate. He realizes that you will not say any more, no matter what he could possibly do. Your resistance to being found by Talon is even stronger than your will to live.

His grip loosens, and you tear your arm away from him. Slowly, you rise, picking up your toolkit as you do so. His optics watch you carefully—how you cross to the shelf, back facing him. The way your hand lingers at your waist, waiting.

You're too slow on the draw, but it's to be expected. A human getting the jump on a Ravager is as rare as a blue moon; he's seized you before you can even release the safety on your gun.

"And to think," he says, twisting your arm downward. You grit your teeth, trying to fight back against him, but it's useless. Your hold loosens, and the gun clatters to the floor. "We were getting along so well."

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

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

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

Once he's certain of your unconsciousness, he lowers you to the ground, placing you on your side. For a moment, he watches your chest rise as you take in shallow breaths, lightly disturbing the hair curtaining your face. This was the most he would do for you in return for the restoration of his hand.

Ramattra abandons you in the workshop. He slips through back corridors and hidden passages, remaining undetected. When he is finally far from the vicinity of the base, he allows 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 resurface. It's clear to him now 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 wonders 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 flexes, still reeling from your touch. For the sake of his mission, he prays you never meet again.