#Omnic Leader of Null Sector

[hammeh]

#Ramattra is here! Overwatch 2's latest tank #Omnic Leader of Null Sector #'brother figure' of Zenyatta...there's a lot of lore to discuss and speculate - here's the hero details and more! #overwatch #overwatch lore #hammeh overwatch #overwatch story #hammeh lore #overwatch voice lines #ramattra overwatch #overwatch 2 #Youtube

[bluesunsdusk]

--// I should have probably added a summary of what the omnic underground actually is rather than just more backstory... ))

#ooc #ah well #let's just go with the once sentence summary of: A decentralized underground omnic emancipation force #very deep i know #not like it's just what I wrote Null Sector as before OW2 happened and I disowned it or anything + decentralized #+ ripped off the big wartime directive and invading cities bandage I suppose which means it's more covert now #I guess it gained more chill compared to what it had before in that uh they didn't invade london that's about it it's mostly unchanged #they are still mostly focused on helping more overlooked unit models but they now are more chill with others as well #it's good to have more factions than just shambali and null sector #tbh they'll work with both to varying degrees and for different purposes #all the underground faction leaders will come together like the pirates in pirates of the Caribbean and be like ''what now?''

[ya-zz]

Idk if I can request, but Reader comforting an angry Ramattra after he failed a mission? Reader is the only human, person that can calm him down and touch him when he's in such a state 👉🏻👈🏻

He just needs some love your honor.

Ramattra x Reader (gen)

Word count: 1339

Everything was going perfectly. Nothing had happened to warrant a failure. His soldiers were completing their orders efficiently and quickly and his movement was advancing far greater than he had expected. 

It was going too perfectly.

Ramattra planned escapes, he planned in case something, anything, went wrong, but when Null Sector was progressing, moving forward without a hitch, he got suspicious. 

When he thought that everything was fine, that everything was working just as he planned, that’s when the attacks started coming full force. His troops, his armies, were obliterated sector by sector. Omnics and humans were killed in the gunfire, some from fallen debris whilst others bled to death from what seemed like minor injuries at the time. 

Ramattra slams his fist onto the table when many of his soldiers came back battered and broken, making the scheduled trip to what Ramattra would call the infirmary, but was in fact just a small workshop for you to work in. 

You would repair the broken soldiers, not that it mattered too much with Null Sector spitting them out like a factory aboard every vessel. You just added the more… unique and personal touch to them. Ramattra knew you were useful, and he was going to use those skills of yours to help his cause. 

Little did you know though, Ramattra wanted to keep you close. A human working with Null Sector would’ve shocked every military force. You were a traitor to your kind, but you didn’t care. You saw the injustice brought onto omnics by your species and if you could help Ramattra by being there with him, you were fine committing high treason. 

Ramattra knew the risks and he had his plans for you should the time come to initiate them. He would abort his own cause just to save you, to make sure you were safe no matter where he placed you. You meant more to the omnic than he had ever thought. An omnic in love with a human? It was unheard of, but the Null Sector Leader? He thought himself insane. 

You enter his control room, watching the omnic throw blueprints and holopads on the floor, glass shattering and the clangs from metal echoing in the room. The monitors above him display his failed attempts at taking over Rio, familiar faces from your childhood posters lit up another monitor. 

“Overwatch?” You question, taking a tentative step forward. 

The omnic doesn’t answer, he just stares at you for a moment before looking back towards the array of screens. 

“I thought they were disbanded?” It was more of a question than a statement.

“They should be.” Ramattra practically hisses. He mumbles something in omnicode, leaning over the desk, looking down at the table of controls before slamming his fist down again. 

You look up at the monitors once more, a pit forming in your stomach. All this work he had put in, all the planning he had to do and Overwatch had to make a surprise appearance. It sickens you just as much as it angers Ramattra. 

“Why don’t you take a break?” You offer, standing just short of him. 

“I cannot rest until this is dealt with. Get out.” He tilts his head a little, optics looking at you. The tension within the room rises significantly as you feel his anger rise. 

“Ramattra-”

“Out!” He stands straight, towering over you. “Now.” 

Your stomach drops, never in your time spent with Ramattra had he been hostile with you and just hearing his tone drop, seething in rage, it frightened you. 

You stand there frozen, lip quivering as you fight back the tears that threaten to fall, but no, you were stronger than that. You place your hand over his only for the omnic to pull away. 

“Leave. I will not tell you again.” 

“No.” You stand your ground, looking up at him. “Ramattra-”

His hands curls into fists. “Stop this insolence.” 

“Take. A. Break.” Your eyes lock with his optics for a brief moment. “Please.” You reach for his arms, fingers trailing down his forearms before dipping into the crevice of his wrists and finally holding onto his clenched fists. “Ramattra…” 

It was in that moment that Ramattra knew that his anger overtook him. His fingers relax, letting yours slide into his palms. He feels your thumbs rub over the purple metal of his hand before gently rubbing over the silver metal joints. 

His servos warm up as his shoulders relax. “I am sorry.” His tone also softens as he dips his head behind his cowl. 

You shake your head, pulling him flush against your body as you wrap your arms around his torso, fingers moving up and down his spinal wire in an attempt to soothe him. With your ear pressed against his chest, you listen to his inner workings; the gentle humming of his fans, the little creaks of his metal when he breathes. Slowly, everything within Ramattra calmed down, his electronics quietened their buzzing and his temper began to fade. 

Ramattra brought his arms up, hands caressing the small of your back. He buries his head within the crook of your neck, a soft buzzing against your skin as you feel him relax. 

“Sit down with me.” You mumble against him, trying to pull away but his hold on you tightens. 

“Give me a moment.” Ramattra’s voice was softer than usual. The apologetic tone laced with sadness and guilt was tugging at your own heart. He feels you nod against his chest, feels the heat of your body warming his own up. He doesn’t want to let go. “I am sorry.” He apologises again. 

“Ramattra… It’s okay.” You smile, wanting to reassure him. 

“No. It was not right of me to get angry at you and for that I offer my apology.” His hands pull you just that little bit closer before finally letting you go. Ramattra feels your hands travel back to his arms before pulling him to the small sofa in the room. 

You sit down with him, kneeling over his lap, fingers dipping within the silver braces on his chest. “You need time to think. Rest, Ramattra.”

“Everything was going smoothly.” He hums quietly, his hands resting on your hips, head lowered almost in shame. 

“Don’t let Overwatch stop you from what you’re doing.” You plant a kiss on the red lights of his forehead. “Sure, it’s a setback, but you always have come back stronger.”

Ramattra nods softly. “Perhaps a break is needed.” 

“Your soldiers will keep fighting. You have programmed them to do so. Let me take over for a few hours. Go charge up and rest.” You tilt his head up so you look look at him better, faintly meeting his optics behind the white faceplate. 

“My dear…” He starts but when he watches you shake your head, he sighs. “Four hours.” 

“Done.” You smile softly, lifting his head once more as you kiss the centre of his face. “Please rest.” 

The omnic moves his hands up and down your back, caressing softly before he nods and lifts you off of him.

The monitors to the right of the pair of you light up, information that the leader had requested on the seen members of Overwatch appear. One by one, the dossiers cycle through, filling up several screens. 

Ramattra nods, placing a hand on your shoulder. “Do not get into too much trouble now.” His humour was finally seeping through, demeanour relaxing. 

“I will be back.” He finally states after a brief pause, pressing his faceplate against the side of your face, mimicking a kiss. His optics scan over the room momentarily before resting back on you. His hand comes up and caresses your cheek, thumb gently rubbing the softness and warmth. 

His shoulders feel lighter, systems refreshed. Your words, your touch, your affect on him was what he needed. You were the stone that held him in place, the only one who could control him at his worst. You are the one he needs by his side.

#overwatch #ramattra #ramattra x reader #overwatch 2 #overwatch fanfiction #reader insert #yazzfics

[korpuskat]

Eleven Years - Ch1

[Ao3 Mirror] Pairing: Ramattra/Reader (Gender Neutral) Rating: T (this chapter, Explicit future chapters) WC: 1,530 Warnings: Kidnapping; future Stockholm Syndrome, imprisonment, isolation, manipulation, extreme dubcon, & mind break.

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You’ve dreamed of his faceplate so many times. A little pyramid of red lights, the harsh angle of his optics' slit, the strong shape of his jaw piece. Never like this- never how other people saw him. Because outside, gunfire echoes down alleyways, screams and the heavy, metallic noises of an inhuman army march down through your city. You’re stuck, feet glued to the floor as you stare death itself down. Adrenaline makes your heartbeat surge. You should be running- or begging or anything else than trembling, holding yourself in fear that you’ll fly apart at the seams.

And in your quaint little living room all you can think of is he’s changed his paint. Gone is the warm gold, the orange, tattered robes you’d mended a dozen times over. No, now he’s all stark white and brilliant purple and lightless black. It’d be a good look for him, if it wasn’t identical to the bots on every news station. Null Sector. He's joined up with Null Sector.

He steps closer- and you can’t even bring yourself to step back. He says your name like a breath, like a prayer- and he still tips his head the same way when he’s curious, hopeful. It makes your chest hurt, brings thousand memories back all at once and you don't want them at all. It’s been a decade since you’ve seen him. To see him here, like this? A cruel joke by your subconscious, after so much longing. It’s a nightmare. It has to be.

But his fingers are cool and smooth and well-oiled, fluid in how they raise to your face. Like they used to. Like he has any right at all to touch you- and his hands cup your jaw, thumbs pressed into your cheeks as he leans down to you. His array touches your forehead and you gasp, pulling so slightly away. He immediately follows, tips of his fingers tucking below your ears to pull you back to him.

He feels so real.

“Ramattra?” His name has spent nights on your tongue, a wish and secret kept only for yourself. To speak it again to anyone is some kind of taboo. Forbidden, even to him.

“It’s me,” He purrs, sighs. Your voice alone makes him want to melt into you, but to hear you say his name… How did he make it so long without you? “I’ve missed you so much.”

“What are you…” You blink, stare at him as best you can with him so close. “What are you doing here? It’s- it’s not safe.”

He leans away, just enough to see all of you again. You’ve changed so much, and yet so little. You’re as stunning as the last time he saw you, perhaps more. But your eyes are wide and wet, brow arched high in fear and shock. He trails one finger over it, feels the hair that grows there, wonders at the expressiveness of your face. He doesn’t like this look, doesn’t like how you tremble away from his touches.

“I’m freeing the Omnics here. You don’t have to worry, I’ll protect you.”

You knew- must’ve always known since that broadcast went out. There’s so few R-7000s left, no one else with his voice. “You- you're the leader.”

The way you say it makes his pistons itch. It’s an accusation and betrayal and a plea to be wrong all wrapped together. You pull away again when he touches your lips. Ramattra curls his hand behind your neck, keeps you close as he traces your mouth. He’s missed you so much, but your face makes him think of a fox in a snare. He wants to reach out to you, to free you from whatever has laced this fear through your heart.

“I told you I would find a way to protect my people. It may be shocking, but this is the only way. Come, we can talk more on my ship.” He trails a hand down your arm, tugging softly at your wrist, urging you to follow. He hopes you’ll entwine your fingers.

You don’t.

You don’t even move, arm hanging as dead weight between your bodies. “Your ship?” You echo, stare at him. “No, no, I’m not going anywhere.” The adrenaline finally starts doing something. “Ramattra this is- it’s insane. You’re hurting people, omnics!”

“I’m saving them, it’s for their own good.“ He bites back. This isn’t how he wanted this to go. He isn’t foolish enough to think you’d have met him with open arms and tears, but this? He can’t yell. He won’t. He’s waited too long to find you and we will not lose this moment to his own temper. He won’t. “We can discuss this later, we must leave now.”

He grips higher up on your arm, leads you more urgently-

”Don’t touch me,” You hiss, twisting out of his grasp. He lets you go, lets you take two steps away, further into the dark of your home.

“I won’t.” Ramattra promises. Agonizing as it is to have felt your skin again, he can wait a little longer. He won't ruin this, not like last time. “But in twenty minutes a Titan will raze this city to the ground. I will not let you be part of its ashes.”

Tears burn at your eyes. How can this be the same person? Every part of you trembles, shivers of fear and adrenaline-fueled twitches. It’s too late to run now. You don’t think he’s lying, have no reason to doubt that he does truly plan on reducing your entire city to rubble.

“Please.” His voice is so soft. If you just close your eyes it’s like the dream that comes to you every week or so. All the same pleading words he’d spoken to you that day. Warped, cracked with another spit of a rifle’s muzzle, somewhere in the streets beyond. Never once did you think it would end like this.

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He hardly speaks his entire hurried escort back. A half-murmured “Careful,” as he guides you to step into his shuttle. You pointedly do not take his offered hand and it falls as you pass by him. A long time ago that would’ve hurt, to see the dejected dip of his head- but not now. You won't even give him your sympathy or guilt. He moves to the controls, keeps his back to you as you instead stare out the window.

The craft shudders as it lifts off- and all around you is fire and chaos and white and purple enamel. You wrap your arms around yourself and sink into a seat. Years, years spent waiting… You look to him again, wishing for him to suddenly be gone, to have someone else, anyone else be there. But it’s not. It’s him. The same cabled hair, a symbol of the Iris threaded onto his cloak, his voice. His hands, large but nimble as he flits across levers and buttons and switches. You'd held them- and a phantom sensation surrounds your palm, like cool metal plates and the careful curl of his joints.

The shuttle lands in a hangar bay without incident- and once more he’s extending a hand, leading you onward. Once more, you deny him.

You’d seen the command ships on the news- but as soon as you look around the inside the blood drains from your face. You waver on your feet as you stare up and up and up. It’s massive- the numbers cited by numbed-out reporters are meaningless compared to the actual shape of the bay you’ve stepped into. All around are tucked-up pods, ready to deploy as soon as the command is given, scaling up onto the walls, dozens, hundreds. So many, how does he have so many-

“Come,” He steps in front of you, forces you to focus back onto him, off what he’s done, what he’s made. So you follow, letting the numbness creep into you too because how can it not? You’re in the belly of one of a dozen warships, the size of which no one has ever seen before, surrounded by an army larger than- than-

A door opens before you.

It’s not more empty gray halls- it’s… a room. An actual room. A large bed, nightstands, a vanity. Decorated, even- a little comb, a notebook. You wander further in, touch the comforter that’s spread over the bed. It’s soft, golden and brown, like his cowl. Like the blanket he kept in his room for you. A little door off to the side, left just open enough for you to spy what’s probably a bathroom inside. Your heart sinks. These are all things a human needs… and omnics don’t.

He prepared this room for you long before today. This isn't an impromptu decision, driven only by his evolving warpath. He's planned this.

Your throat is dry, words hollow in your own ears. “How long will you keep me here?”

His feet click on the metal floor as he steps closer. You don’t look at him, pinch your eyes closed as his hand raises up to your face. So delicately he draws a strand of hair behind your ear, strokes along your neck for only a moment. “Until it’s safe.”

[Chapter 2]

#ramattra #ramattra x reader #ramattra x you #overwatch x reader #overwatch x you #yandere ramattra #yandere #kidnapping #dubcon / #noncon / #<-- not in this chapter but so people who have it filtered wont see this #ramattra kidnapping au

[wellthebardsdead]

*sighs*

Okay I’ve already got a fucking fic in mind for this beautiful bastard.

All he wants is peace between humans and Omnics where his people can live in harmony but rather than taking zenyattas approach he’s chosen to take up the mantle of null sectors leader again. The constant violence against Omnics twisted his world view and he sees most if not all humans as cruel monsters who created them just to destroy them. That is, until he finds you.

He found himself in america to attend a meeting with one of talons partners.

After the null sector attacks in Paris and Rio violence against the average omnic had only increased. And whilst scouting the city for the most optimal areas for attack, he found a poor omnic being assaulted by a gang of thugs. After quickly dispatching them the broken omnic thanks him and begs him to take them to you stating you fix and care for the city’s abused machines.

Ramattra, now intrigued. Does as he’s asked and brings them to a forgotten neighbourhood filled with Omnics, and a single human running a modified car garage turned omnic hospital. You.

He brings the omnic to you and watches with interest at how kindly you take them into your arms. How you save their memories and everything about who they are onto several memory cards and folders in case one gets corrupted. And how you go about delicately removing then broken parts and replacing them with your quickly depleting stock. All the while you complain and scowl stating how much you despise null sector for their actions and how because of them attacks against innocent Omnics has only increased and at this rate you can’t keep up with the demand and you’re quickly going broke trying to heal all the damage.

For the first time Ramattra feels guilt over null sectors actions but still ultimately believes it’s the best choice in building a chance at a better future for his people.

He praises you for your actions and leaves you to it. You think that’s the last of it, but over the next few days, weeks, months. Supplies keep arriving in shipments, large shipments, shipments you didn’t order. And with them money continues to keep appearing in odd places, sometimes food as well. All the while you’re completely unaware of the shadow stalking and watching you… all ready deciding that in the new world, you’ll be his… whether you want to be or not.

~Bambi

#Ramattra #Ramattra Overwatch

[yanderes-galore]

OW2

Romantic Yan!Ramattra with omnic!Darling concept

Sure! I love him as a character so I'll see what I can do for him! I apologize if the lore appears wrong, I tried to research what I could!

Yandere! Ramattra with Omnic! Darling

Pairing: Romantic

Possible Trigger Warnings: Gender-Neutral Darling, Obsession, Violence, Manipulation, Revolution mention, Murder, Delusional behavior implied, Blood, Kidnapping, Forced conversion of beliefs, Death, Dubious/Forced relationship.

I feel an Omnic! Darling would be the one to gain Ramattra's attention the quickest.

A human darling would take longer so as an Omnic you'd be trusted much faster.

Ramattra's goal is to make life better for his people, he wants to save the Omnics from the abuse of their masters.

I feel you being an Omnic can go one of two ways.

You agree with Ramattra's beliefs and join his cause in Null Sector... or you don't agree and still think there can be peace between Omnics and humans.

Let's start with the first one.

Ramattra would be pleased that you agree with him and wish to join him.

I'd imagine you'd try to help Ramattra in any way you can, becoming closer and closer to the leader.

After all... you two most likely met after he saved you from being forced to do work in this variation of the story.

You feel like you owe him your life and listen to his words like a prayer.

Ramattra probably falls for you because you're so loyal towards his cause.

In his eyes, sharing a close connection to you is proof Omnics are more than robotic slaves.

Ramattra may try to make you see his romantic feelings.

He takes you aside and tries to influence romantic feelings in you, or see if it's possible.

You do feel like you appreciate and owe Ramattra but the idea of something like this makes you unsure.

However, your leader tries to convince you there's nothing to fear.

Embracing such feelings with each other will prove that you are more than machine.

Ramattra is a charismatic leader with a noble goal, he'd use this to his advantage to gain his darling's trust and affection.

Why do you seem so hesitant?

Do you not trust him to care for you?

He tries to reassure you he'll always care for you, that he thinks you're worthy of forming such a connection with him.

Romantic attraction between Omnics is probably rare, but there has been instances of platonic connections before.

Maybe you see him as a brother in arms or beliefs, while he wants to challenge that for something more.

You're free, you can choose your own life.

So why don't you choose a new life with him?

He's your savior, yeah?

If you don't believe in his cause it's similar but more violent.

Ramattra would think that you're simply blinded by your masters.

You just don't know what's best for you as an Omnic.

You may think you have human friends, ones who care about you.

They don't.

Ramattra thinks it's the right thing to do when he barges into where you reside.

He thinks it's fine to slaughter the lives of your human friends.

So what if their blood coats the ground and walls?

It's nothing compared to the slaughter of your own people.

Humans can make more of themselves, Omnics cannot.

Your place is not amongst them.

Your place is with your people, with Ramattra.

Due to the lies poured into your head, there may be so trauma from seeing your past life go.

Yet Ramattra will he there to guide you to a new life, hopefully with him.

Don't look at their corpses.

Just look at him.

In either scenario, Ramattra would try to coerce you to trust him enough.

This is so he can encourage you into sharing a deeper connection with him.

Truth is, Ramattra hasn't felt anything this intense and special towards anyone else.

He didn't think he could as a War Machine.

So don't fret... it's all new to him too.

Pay no mind to the crimes he commits for you and his people.

He wants to learn how to love you... he wants to know what it feels like for an Omnic to love another Omnic.

Reproduction is impossible between you, but he still wants the connection.

In either scenario you may refuse or fear the idea.

Yet Ramattra will be here to try and guide you like he always has.

His affection towards you is mimicry, ironically that of human affection.

He tries to express his adoration for you but it's like it's not meant to be.

You feel he'd ruined you, even if you did trust him before, perhaps you wish he didn't push this so hard on you.

Overall and Omnic Darling would be more possible when it comes to Ramattra's beliefs.

Instead of forcing you to be a pet or something of the sorts like a human darling... he tries to gently push you into his love.

Regardless on if you wish to reciprocate such feelings towards him or not...

Ramattra believes you were built for one another... and he'll make you see how he sees things in the end no matter the cost.

#yandere overwatch #yandere overwatch 2 #yandere ramattra

[neurunique]

reader x ram, overwatch sort of university, post-war, peace is somewhat achieved, overwatch and null sector have a peace treaty, not much detail will go into this though. ramattra is offered a job in a higher up role teaching at a "hero university" (no this isn't gen v don't worry) where reader attends/other heroes may be teachers too. class could be like omnic education/history etc

It had been quite some time since the end of Null Sector's invasion of Earth. While the world was not entirely in agreement, but then, would it ever be?, humans had accepted Omnics as equals to them, and provided equitable changes to their lives via parliament. Hate crimes occurred less, it was safer at night, and omnics were treated with more respect as a whole. Human and omnic friendships were more common, etc... (I'm terrible at writing this part).

Ramattra had been promised many things from both Overwatch and political leaders as a result of his efforts. Rewarded would not be the correct word, however he had certainly been mostly satisfied with the outcome for his people. Of course, he still had goals, he still had problems, and fury - but life was just a little bit more tolerable. Each day he saw something that would make him smile inside, and it wasn't of a violent nature. Infact, he had found more wholesome discoveries quite enchanting; simple things like people holding hands walking by, omnics and humans getting along, etc.

He was well looked after, living in a penthouse apartment (with what furniture who knows honestly), and regular income and access to technology/upgrades at no cost. He had many teams available to him, need he only ask. His status was that of a highly respected omnic, however unlike before he was not invoking terror on anyone he saw. Omnics and humans around the world eventually felt empathy for the Null sector leader, understanding where he came from, and even more so, expressing appreciation for the outcome.

About a year or so after peace had been achieved, a university had been started up in (fuck knows where? England? near Overwatch etc) London, with intent to educate more people in the defenses, in the areas of tech and fighting, omnics and humans, and hero abilities. Of course, any university starting up would need well established teachers - mentors, leaders - to get people to actually sign up. Ramattra had been surprised to receive a letter offering him a job as head of History at the university. He would be in the position of lecturing students - humans?! How fun, he thought - as well as omnics, should the university attract them.

Of course, this would mean he would no longer be as secluded in his daily life; the most of his socialisation was with his cats, Meowttra and Catnyatta, and an occasional caffeine run down the road. He had grown very comfortable to a lifestyle such as this. And now, if he were to accept... this very generous offer, he would be forced to speak with the likes of Overwatch agents, past present and future; regular humans; and scientists. Part of him felt genuine excitement, as his research and ideas could potentially be broadened; however, he felt an immense sensation of fear - him, fear? - of teaching others. His method was simple: order, discipline, or congratulate; the latter rarely occuring. But if his job was mostly lecturing and organising class topics, he couldn't see too much of a problem.

The thought of creating strong values, not hateful ones, but fair ones - in a whole fresh generation post-war, also made him feel a spark of hope. Perhaps this war could've been avoided, had there been more resources for the public before - but there was no use thinking like this now - he had a chance, a real chance, to embody himself as a leader and role model to others. To start them off right, and possibly prevent the reoccurence of discrimination; or at least, more realistically, educate enough people to take a stand, omnic or human.

You were never one to be naive, so you thought - you believed you had all the wisdom one could have at your age, all the awareness it could take to *have* what it takes, to be that one percent to rise above the rest. Even though you had your moments of doubt, you would often reassure yourself that, if you tried your best and stayed as consistent as possible, you could truly do anything you set your mind to.

And the day you saw an advertisement for (UnNamed) University, your determination that had been long gone for some time now since finishing High school had returned. You'd always looked up to Overwatch, always aspired to be a great leader, or be lead by one - always wanted to do more, see more, help more. You received above average grades in school, topped one class even - but once the stress of it all ended, you struggled to hit that motivation kickstart that each day brought when forced a certain schedule.

Sitting up from your slouch in your tiny apartment couch, you found your laptop and started searching the university.

UNIVERSITY OF OVERWATCH

ENROLMENTS OPEN NOW

SCHOLARSHIPS AVAILABLE

ACCOMMODATION INFO COMING SOON

After clicking around for what felt like forever, you finally find the apply button. Like navigating a digital maze you sat, trying not to be flustered at the complexity of this damned thing, a headache starting to form from stress - you could do this, this was only the beginning, and if you couldn't make it through this beginning step, you wouldn't make it through the first DAY - and soon enough, you had finalised your application.

YN

Interested in:

x Nanotechnology and Science

x Medicine and Healing

x History and Strategy

x Engineering and Machinery

Sitting down more comfortably with the stress off your shoulders, you look back to the tv and snack on some cheap popcorn, knowing that this boring life may change soon, and that you may finally achieve what you always wanted.

Look I'm just going to skip some fucking time here because I Don't want to ruin my creativity, here's a gap jump.

Day 0one of university, reader has received a JUST enough scholarship to study and live near the university (accommodation still being built but reader has been offered a suite as they are very valuable). Reader, and no students, are aware of who the teachers are, this is the first day...

Sitting in an assembly hall, Tracer etc announcement welcomes everyone...

Lots of people humans AND omnics fill the room...

Introduces the teachers...

Some familiar names...

"And, our head of history, lecturing all history classes offered and occasional electives, Ramattra," Tracer says into the microphone, and Ramattra, standing at the back of the stage near his other coworkers, gives a small wave to the audience. (*Tries not to imagine using the annihilation ultimate in the assembly hall*)

You sit in your seat, and freeze. You hadn't even noticed him there, in the shadows of others, even though he is so *damn tall*. His posture was surprisingly relaxed, considering his original "purpose" in life; you guess that the war outcome had truly changed things, for him and the world he wanted to create. A feeling of joy and warmth swims around in your chest, reaching its way up to your throat and you quietly clear your throat. You try not to beam - even though you've obviously never met Ramattra, or anyone here, only some local omnics and friends who were passionate about the cause, you just can't help but feel pure joy, empathy and pride for the positive outcome achieved. You simply couldn't wait to experience this university, and learn from a variety of people. Learning was always your favourite part of life, and making change within yourself and watching others change and flourish always gave you a feeling inside, like a beautiful spring garden blooming, filling your chest with a fresh perspective of life.

Inspirational people always made you feel great faith.

You snap out of your daze and realise you have been staring in Ramattra's direction for an *awfully* long time, and you pray he has not noticed, but then you wouldn't know, would you? You weren't even thinking of HIM - just life itself, the future... You hope that if you have him as a teacher, he will not remember you for staring at him for a solid 3 minutes. That would not be a great start...

The assembly concludes, and people start to shuffle out, some looking at their timetables, others checking their phones. On the stage, you notice some staff talking amongst themselves, walking around a little and introducing eachother; you smile. and while you cannot see Ramattra anywhere, you hope that he's there too, getting along with humans...

"I cannot *imagine* Ramattra as a teacher," a voice says as you walk out of the auditorium door. It wasn't staff, just a random student - and as you look at them closer, you are surprised to see its an omnic?! "Just... don't you think he's a bit too abrasive?"

"You talk as if you've met him," another student said in response.

"Well, I know enough about him to take a decent guess. I mean he despises humans -"

"He did," you interrupt quietly, but much to your surprise, you were actually heard - "erm... I mean, he did hate humans. He hated their actions. And now that's changed, right? So I don't see any reason for him to be... aggressive... I'm sorry, I shouldn't have said anything."

"You're fine," The omnic smiled and held out their hand. "And you're right. I still don't see him as being very warm. I mean, he is male after all, I don't think I've ever had a *warm* male teacher..."

The door shuts behind you giving you a startle.

"Alright ladies," a bright british voice says, belonging to none other than Tracer; "And gents, and whomever - how about we make a move, yeah? I'm sure you all have classes to get to."

You wonder if she heard what you had been talking about, but you say nothing and smile at everyone there. "Catch you later everyone, nice to meet you all."

You swear as you walk away you see something move in the curtains of the corner window, and it reminds you of how Ramattra had been on the stage, hidden but visible; a shiver runs down your body and a slight cooling of the temperature affects you. You shrug it off, and walk to the nearest cafe (luckily, there were many), assessing your map at the same time.

(Maybe end of chapter? Coffee make brain go fast, coffee make brain go nervous if too much. Nomnom coffee tasty.)

PART 2

HI GUYS THERE IS SO MUCH MORE THAT IVE WRITTEN this is just the first part I hope you enjoy! I would love some feedback! 💜❤️

#ramattra #overwatch #NullSector #my writing #OverwatchU #ramattra x reader

[faithbetryin]

Why tf did Blizzard contradict Ramattra’s character? The whole point of his cause, the reason I loved him so much and found him so fascinating (other than his similarities to Magneto), is that he wants a better world and life for Omnics who are being mistreated by the humans. So they make him into a fascist leader who mind controls and steals the sentience of the very people he’s trying to protect? And his army is mindless Null Sector robots? I’d like to hear your thoughts on this, but that’s what I got from the PVE missions. And that doesn’t make any sense to me and I think it’s extremely out of character. (Yes I’ve read the lore before and I’ve read your replies lmao relax)

#overwatch #overwatch2 #OW #Ramattra #ramattra ow #Overwatch invasion #null sector

[wildissylupus]

i havent been active on tumblr later i’m so sorry , just popping into ask if you’ll be posting ashe’s story whenever you get hero’s ascendant? 🙏

I took awhile to respond to this but I do now have Hero's Ascendant and I am working on posts for it now but it will be awhile till I post info, mostly because I am focusing on other things including the new Mirrorwatch universe.

But for now I'll give you some notes on what happens;

Ashe is a good leader of the Deadlock gang and anyone who says otherwise are idiots.

We witness an Omnic die (don't worry, it's not B.O.B or Bars)

Ashe and Bob are the best farther daughter duo

Ashe's parents were always neglectful pieces of shit, the Crisis and the success they got from it didn't change them

Ashe's is definitely not going to side with Talon if she finds out about their involvement with Null Sector, even if she doesn't I think she'd still not join them and find most of them annoying

Frankie and Benz are still with Deadlock, just running different factors of it, that being the reason we haven't seen them. Though hopefully with their mentions in this short story there will be mentions of them in game.

Not much Cashe content but Ashe is still mad about the bike, as well this short story confirms that they haven't seen each other since the Reunion cinematic.

#overwatch #overwatch 2 #overwatch lore #overwatch headcanons #analysis #cole cassidy #cassidy overwatch #overwatch cassidy #ashe overwatch #elizabeth caledonia ashe #calamity ashe #ashe ow #ow ashe #overwatch ashe

[delugedecade]

Mirrorwatch: The Overwatch What If

This is for the mutuals and anyone who hasn't touched Overwatch in AGES. Overwatch 2 has been pumping out new content in monthly seasons, and here in Season 10, we have the Non-Canon Mirrorwatch Event.

(If you want you can watch the announcement video for Season 10)

{What is Mirrorwatch?}

A fierce fight between Overwatch and Talon rages upon Watchpoint: Gibraltar. And in a single moment, an unstoppable object would collide with an immovable force. A Punch from Doomfist against Reinhardt's shield so hard it shatters reality. Among its pieces, an alternate reality.

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{Who's Who Now?}

Alignments have shifted in Mirrorwatch, Overwatch Agents are now part of Talon, and Talon Agents now Overwatch. But let's see who specifically, with some explanation as to why I think things changed

Overwatch

Overwatch is led by Strike Commander Ogundimu. It's likely in this reality this Doomfist was mentored by the First Doomfist, Adhabu "The Savior" Ngumi, As opposed to the canonical universe, where Akande was mentored by the Second Doomfist, Akinjide "The Scourge of Numbani" Adeyemi, who was the person who recruited him into Talon.

His second in command is Captain LaCroix. Whether or not her husband Gerard was assassinated, Lacroix joined Overwatch and climbed the ranks as their lead sniper, and I can tell you for sure, there's a lot of lore for her considering who she's fought with in canon.

The last Overwatch agent in this event is Agent Colomar. Overwatch likely had more involvement in the displacement of orphans after the Omnic crisis, So instead of finding power in manipulation and information, she found power in helping others improve. Plus her Hack symbols have smiley eyes

Talon

In Mirrorwatch, Angela Ziegler takes the moniker of Vengeance as the leader of Talon. Not much is know as to why she chose this path, all that we know is that her nefarious plans are for humanity's future. Vengeance Mercy is this Season's Mythic Skin, and so has variations to her design, and during the event, her resurrection has changed from reviving to detonating fallen souls.

Second to Vengeance is Arch-Commandant Ana. Once again, there are some details I'd like to go further into later, And much like Doomfist of canon, Ana believes the world has grown complacent.

The first Talon Agent I'll talk about is Reinhardt, taking the name Fallen Knight, which implies at some point he defected from Overwatch to Talon's side. Judging by his voiceline when eliminating Ana, He doesn't like being leashed around.

Talon Zarya. I got nothing for Zarya being a Talon Agent other than Volskaya Industries being evil and loaning her out to Talon.

Now this is menacing~ Talon Brigitte has some real lore to theorize about. Either she's been raised under Talon if Torbjorn was sided with Talon to begin with, or she enlisted with Talon after learning Reinhardt defected to it. Also look at Mitzi, looking all evil and forboding.

And lastly Operative Oxton, where to begin~ A few fan comics have head-canoned that Lena's chrono-accelerator was faulty/damaged, leading to an explosion that killed Emily, which would be quite the dark backstory to join Talon in revenge against Overwatch. This actually plays well with how her Blink ability works in the Mirrorwatch event, where she take make more teleports at the cost of her health. And if it isn't obvious by her pose, she's sort of the Reaper equivalent.

Other Affiliation Changes

Genji and Symmetra have both landed themselves in Australia as Junkers

Kiriko and Hanzo have joined the Shimada's rival Clan, the Hashimoto.

Zen is part of Null-Sector this time as Z-EN Destroyer, with Ramattra taking his place as the monk who wanted peace between Human and Omnic.

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{Changes to the story}

Of course with Affiliation changes, there are lore changes. Here are the main two that are most prominent.

LaCroix VS Amari

In canon Overwatch, Ana loses her eye after hesitating to shoot a brainwashed Lacroix turned Widowmaker. But if you noticed earlier, Arch-Commandant Ana doesn't wear an eyepatch. In Mirrorwatch, because of the shift in alignments, It's Widowmaker who loses an eye in the shootout and she has a cybernetic one to replace it.

Widowmaker VS Tracer

Back in the Alive Cinematic, Tracer fails to stop Widowmaker from assassinating the Omnic Monk and leader of the Shambali, Tekhartha Mondatta. But in Mirrorwatch, instead of Mondatta, Ramattra becomes Tekhartha of the Shambali Omnics and is assassinated by Tracer. And if one of her elimination lines against Tracer says anything, Widowmaker was the one who failed to stop the assassination.

So yeah, that's why I said Widowmaker is like the Tracer of Mirrorwatch, getting the most lore to pull from.

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{More Mirrorwatch?}

There's definitely possiblity there could be more Mirrorwatch skins, if we go by an interview between Twitch Streamer Skiesti and Overwatch 2's Art Director, Dion Rogers. Vishkar Lucio, DJ Symmetra, Junker Winston, Overwatch Reaper, Talon Soldier: 76 were all ideas that were cut.

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And that's Overwatch 2 Season 10's Mirrorwatch.

If people would be interested in me roleplaying as some of these alternate universe characters, or want to learn about some of the other Overwatch 2 Story Events, like Starwatch or Questwatch, let me know.

#overwatch #mirrorwatch #nerd talks

[acradelius]

Can you do JunkerQueen x F!Reader smut headcanon?

"The Queen's Woman~"

Fandom: Overwatch / Overwatch 2

Pairing: Junker Queen ("Odessa 'Dez' Stone") x Female! Reader

Rating: Lemon [🟡] (NSFW!)

Warnings/Mention Ofs: MDNI, Female Pronouns Used For Reader, Female x Female Relationship, Dominant! Junker Queen x Switch! Reader, Possesive! Junker Queen If You Squint, Public Display of Ownership If You Squint, Exhibitionism, Power Play Kink, Enclosed Public Nudity, Enclosed Public Masturbation, Groping, Marking With Hickies and Bites, Face Sitting, Mention of Bottom!- But Not Necessarily Submissive- Junker Queen, Scissoring, Tribbing, Numerous Orgasms, Mention Of Squirting.

Word Count: 681 Words

If you'd like to be tagged for all posts, certain fandom posts, or certain character posts then feel free to message me!

The cutthroat leader of the notorious Junkers, Odessa “Dez” Stone, the Queen of Junkertown. A woman who has a combination of traits such as being fierce and resourceful, no stranger to surviving in such harsh conditions, and is happy to run headfirst into battle. Therefore, why would there be any need to seek out someone else to satisfy that longing for love and affection? Why would there be any need to seek someone else out to satisfy that longing of being touched and brought to other planes of euphoria and pleasure? There isn’t anyone else. Odessa plans on making sure of that, and she’s not afraid to do it in front of others as well, to make it known to the other Junkers that (Y/N) belongs to her, and her only. 

It could literally be the most important meeting of Odessa’s career with other Junker officials. It could literally be the next Reckoning that could be the end of her reign of power over Junkertown. It could literally be the fall of humanity, a secondary Omnic Crisis due to the Null Sector. Yet, Odessa wouldn’t care. She would be sitting upon that throne of hers, having (Y/N) sitting completely naked within her lap, legs spread wide open to give anyone the view of how Odessa’s fingers were working delicately against (Y/N)’s cunt. Odessa’s thumb brushing slow, teasing circles against (Y/N)’s clit all while two other fingers were also pumping in a slow, teasing manner. It was all worth it, watching as (Y/N)’s legs would briefly tremble when that pleasurable sensation would become briefly overwhelming. Odessa’s other hand clutching so desperately against (Y/N)’s breast, squeezing gently all using her fingers to gently pinch and pull at those cute nipples. Her mouth latched upon (Y/N)’s neck to leave love bites and hickeys, visible marks that would be noticeable by anyone.

Odessa typically considers herself to be the more dominant person, or at least in a more dominant position, whenever it comes to the relationship between her and (Y/N). Yet, there’s times where (Y/N) decides that she wants to temporarily be the dominant one within the relationship, Odessa isn’t one to turn down a request such as that. There’s no denying that she definitely looked forward to those moments of being the bottom, having to decide whenever that burning sensation within Odessa’s lungs becomes more prominent whether to take the chance to pull her head back to catch her breath or continue to drag her tongue throughout the folds of (Y/N)’s delicious, plump pussy as (Y/N) vigorously grinds her cunt against Odessa’s face.

Or whenever the two women proceed to take things behind the closed doors of Odessa’s bedroom, which ultimately (Y/N)’s finally glad to be out of sight from the public for this intimate moment at least, it becomes something of a competition between the two. (Y/N)’s fingernails partially dig into the flesh of Odessa’s thighs, yanking the woman’s body to move closer to her own, enclosing the distance between their cunts, before beginning to roll her hips and grind her cunt vigorously. She eventually manages to position herself to be on top of Odessa, pinning her into the mattress, aggressively rubbing their swollen clits against each other. Bringing each other to be swallowed up by the grasps of euphoria as they reach their unraveling orgasms. Yet, just because they reach a mere one orgasm from their tribbing doesn’t mean that their little session of intimacy is finished. Oh, no. (Y/N) will allow herself to come down from the high ever so slightly, moreso just to catch her breath for a moment, before she goes back to vigorously grinding herself against Odessa, enjoying how she lets out a strained moan slip from lips all while her body tenses up from lack of time to recover. (Y/N)’s already come to terms that she’s not going to stop until she can bring Odessa to squirt all over the both of them.

#overwatch #overwatch 2 #junker queen #queen of junkertown #overwatch junker queen #junker queen overwatch #junker queen x reader #x female reader #x female smut #junker queen smut #lemon rating #requests?! thank you<3

[yore-donatsu]

I have always wondered how Ramattra would relate if an random onmic flirted with him.

His goal to save his people makes him forget how it feels to have this kind of social interaction (he's too consumed by his work)

Rama's reaction will be different as per the omnic's approach to flirt with him 1: If the omnic isn't subtle and tried to pick up - The Null Sector's leader will judge this lout a lot and preferred to leave. He isn't interested - not the time for that 2: If the omnic is subtle and tries to have a real conversation with him - This will intrigue Rama very much: Why does this omnic care about him ? He isn't more important than the others so why specifically him ? Ramattra appreciates that someone cares about him and will take the time to talk to him, to know more about his fellow bot If he has no time (meeting with Talon for example), Rama'll apologize for interrupting this discussion short but he'll suggest that they can meet later to continue this

#ASK #overwatch #OW2 #Ramattra #OC #fanart #video game #my headcanon #Before you even ask me - no - I don't even know the name for this omnic specially created for this illustration ^^''''' #It can be a girl - a boy or a non-binary ^^ #IDK

[icecreamcakez]

“Overloading Circuits” Ramattra x M! Reader

Content Warning: Male Reader, Overwatch 2, Overwatch, Ramattra, Size Difference, Robo Sex, Degrading, Praise, Gay Sex, Smut, Finger Fuck,

A/N: This is my very first fanfic I have written. I hope you enjoy it ! :3

It’s been weeks since you’ve been taken in by Null Sector, an extremist organization against the enslavement of omnics and protection against the abuse of humans such as yourself. You’ve learned to accept your captivity and started rethinking your role in Overwatch.

“Maybe I should leave Overwatch…I know they have abandoned me. I bet they haven’t even crossed the thought about sending a rescue team after me,” you mutter low to yourself with grit in your voice.

You softly sigh looking down at the cold concrete floor at your own feet that are attached with shiny metallic chains to ensure you do not escape from your cell despite it being locked well. An echo of footsteps is heard in the empty halls of your cell… Three? Two? No, it was one omnic. The worst of them all, Ramattra.

Ramattra was the leader of the Null Sector. He stood at a grand height of 6’4 with a cold metal faceplate that showed zero emotions. You could only read this man’s emotion through only his voice. His robotic eyes pierce at your gaze under him as he sets his staff against the wall outside your cell. Ramattra unlocks the cell with a hand scanner. It’s successful and retracts open as he takes a step in.

“Greetings, Human. I am Ramattra. You may know me as the leader of Null Sector,” Ramattra says in a low robotic voice, yet it sounded very human to you.

You open your mouth to talk but just as a breath exits your mouth, he holds his hand up to silence you.

“I know your name and why you're here, you do not need to identify or explain yourself.”

“Uh, okay…I was only trying to be polite,” you think to yourself slightly annoyed while gazing up at Ramattra.

He walks up to you and grabs the soft flesh of your chin towards him upwards to keep eye contact with your trembling self. He tilts your face side to side, appearing to be admiring your human features. You can almost tell he's impressed with you.

“You are quite attractive for a male human,” Ramattra says trying his best not to sound insulting

He was very fascinated by you. How your hair swayed, how your eyes glimmered in the rays of light, and how your body fidgeted under his grip on your chin. He lets out a soft chuckle and unlocks the shackles keeping you in place.

You begin to stand up and dust the dirt off your oversized t-shirt the omnic soldiers threw at you to change in. Right when you stand up, he pins you to the wall and leans real close to your face.

“Ah, ah, ah…Where do you think you're going?” Ramattra chuckles softly in a low and hot voice against your ear. "Just because I released you from your chains does not mean you can just get away without a price to pay…”

You blush slightly. “God, he's so giant compared to me, and so…hot?” You hate to admit it in your thoughts. I mean he's just an omnic, how hot can omnics get? “Alright, Ramattra, what do you want as payment?” You say with a small smug smirk. Ramattra seems to be thinking and choosing very carefully.

“I want a kiss.”

“Wait, what?” You blush a little redder than before.

“You heard me, Human. I want a kiss. Now.” Rammatra says in a slightly demanding voice.

Ramattra is enjoying himself seeing a puny little human under him. You sigh and softly kiss his lips under his face plate. He softly groans to your touch.

“You're so…soft…” He holds onto the back of your head and kisses you back passionately with soft gasps when there is an opportunity to breathe.

You softly whimper to the touch of the omnic’s body as he presses against you. This touch causes you to get flustered and a little embarrassed by your noises.

“Such pretty little noises for such a pretty little boy,” He says with a low growl and chuckles.

He makes his way back to kissing you but it seems to now get desperate. The kissing begins to speed up and he plunges even deeper into your mouth pushing his metal tongue through your soft pink lips to reach your own. Your tongues dance with each other hoping to taste more and more. You start to hold onto the side of his cold metal face and he stops mid-way to kiss your hand holding onto him.

“Such a good boy…” he whispers in your ear along with sweet nothings that make you tremble with pleasure. You felt like a little boy with his first school crush.

Your breathing starts to get hot and heavy with each kiss, you have to pull away just to take a breather. He is so lovely and divine, any human could fall for an omnic like him.

“Ngh…” you softly whimper while placing your forehead on his metal shoulder.

Ramattra notices you are hard as your clothed bulge accidently presses against his thigh. He chuckles and slides his hands down your waist towards your pants flicking the button teasingly. That button is keeping the distance between him and your length.

“Someone’s excited for me…aren't you?” He teases.

“Yes…Yes I am” You say blushing trapped in his robotic hold on you.

“Let me see more,” he says as he begins to take off your pants and boxers, dropping them to the floor.

He lays you on the bed in missionary position as he looks at your length with hunger in his eyes. Ramattra begins to take his large robotic cock out. The size intimidates you, covering your handsome face in a worried expression.

“I don’t think it will fit…maybe we shouldn’t,” you say hesitating being much smaller than Rammatra. He positions his length near and teases your hole.

“ I know you can take it, we’ll make it fit,” Ramattra says, massaging your slim warm waist in his metallic palms.

He goes slowly putting the purple tip in and then goes for it, shoving the rest in you. You make a choked whimpering noise. He feels so fucking good its unbelievable. It felt better than what a mere human could do to you. Ramattra groans and starts to quicken his pace in you. He reaches out to stroke your throbbing member bringing both of you to pleasure slowly.

You softly whimper and whine taking more and more of his omnic length in your petite body.

“Ah…fuck…The dirty little boy is all riled up by my touch.” Ramattra says with an evil grin.

He seemed to love your submissiveness. He goes even faster and strokes your cock matching the speed to bring both to your climax.

“I’m going to come…ah…” you say desperately.

“Beg for it” He says with a strained pleasured voice.

“Please, Ramattra sir! I’ll do anything for you…anything…”

Your eyes become teary in pleasure as you continue to moan louder each minute.

“That’s my good boy,” Ramattra shoves his fingers to quiet your moans from the omnic guards outside the prison entrance.

He thrusts both of their cocks at the same speed coming together in sync. Ramattra takes his hand out of your mouth tracing saliva out of your precious mouth. You were drooling over him with your head against the bed as he pulled out of you.

He nuzzles and kisses your neck greedily.

“My Human…” He says in a low and seductive growl.

#ao3 #ao3 tags #ao3feed #ao3 writer #ao3 fanfic #male reader #ramattra #overwatch #overwatch 2 #smut #gay mlm #fanfiction #ao3fic #fanfic

[ya-zz]

Hii! I've been waiting for quite a while to share this thought with you. A while ago, I shared with you my thoughts and it led to "Hacked" being written with Ramattra x Reader. I'd like to... maybe request a second part of that? I've been daydreaming about the possibilities of what's next for it. So, I'd like you to choose what happens:

A. Ramattra encountering Reader again in the battlefield and this time she has no time to hack through his system, and he finds her first. Keen into making her feel exactly how he felt back then.

B. Reader once again hacks into Ramattra's system, but this time she's braver, getting him while he's recharging (simply sneaking in his base to prove a point) and making him feel exactly what humans feel when they orgasm.

-Nia

We don't talk about how I did this within hours of the request coming through...

HI AGAIN!! IT'S GOOD TO SEE YOU!! ♥ Thank you so much for requesting again, I love the ideas as always ^^

Ramattra x Reader (gen)

Word count: 1348 !! NSFW !!

The vessel rattles in the sky, currently moving over Toronto. The attacks below were never ending as Ramattra continued to repeat the broadcast. The gunfire and screams were louder than before as he watched on; one by one, humans fell and omnic civilians were secured. It was going exactly as he planned. 

Steering away from the capitol, he heads for his new location to oversee the destruction happening there. In the meantime, however, he was due a recharge. 

Taking a seat on the floor, back resting against the wall, he plugs himself in, wires connecting to his sides and back of the neck. He goes through his systems, setting up the necessary precautions just in case his vessel gets attacked and then the lights on his forehead dim, changing orange as he goes into standby. 

Everything fell silent, though Ramattra could still pick out the workings of his ship; the humming of the engine vibrating against the floor, the soft flickers of light that passed by the window on occasion. It was as if time had slowed down.

His optics shifted to where a noise could be heard, but due to being in standby, his vision was blurred to make his charging time quicker. Something had fallen so he left it be, the turbulence must've knocked it over.

Ramattra went back to his charging meditation, his body unmoving as it lay against the wall until a familiar feeling kicked in. 

It took his systems a moment to register what was going on but it was too late. The module he had locked away was open once again, his wires heating up slowly as he attempts to wake up. 

“It’s too late.” A familiar voice rang out. “Your systems can’t beat me this time.” 

Despite his vision being overrun with omnicode and errors, he tilts his head up to view you. His voice was a low rumble as he attempts to speak. 

“You- How-” 

“It’s simple, really.” You approach him, straddling his knees as you lower yourself onto him and dropping the holopad beside your leg. “Your guard is down, a foolish idea, really.” Your fingers stroke the wires that were placed into his sides. The Null Sector leader beneath you once again, unable to do anything, unable to fight back, what a pretty sight it was.

“Get out.” 

You tut, shaking your head with a smirk. “That is no way to treat a guest, Ramattra. Besides, I want to finish what we started the other week.” 

The omnic felt his wires flare up in heat, the module lighting up within his vision. His vocaliser cuts out as he speaks. “You-... serious.” He was weak, you truly had caught him when he least expected it.

A sly laugh escapes you as you trail your fingers on that same tubing over his hips. A gentle squeeze that sent a wave of euphoria over his body. He shudders at the contact. 

“How far can we take this?” Leaning over, you tap the holopad, pulling up the module that Ramattra had kept locked deep inside of his systems. From there, you had full access to his sex drive. “Oh, Ramattra. How long have you been like this?” 

His system fights back, or attempts to, but your software was stronger this time, he can barely move his hands or arms. 

With one tap, you send a wave of ecstasy throughout the omnic and his back arches involuntarily, a garbled, static moan escaping from his vocaliser. 

“Hm?” You smirk at him, letting the holopad go as you return your hands to his body, tracing the pads of your fingers against his metal bracing. You could feel him shake with each careful, calculated stroke. 

Ramattra can only glare at you, optics looking at your blurry features as he tries to adjust the settings. 

“Ah, ah. I don’t think so.” You override his attempts before moving closer to him, hands dipping between the braces as they move towards his back. The exposed cables there were begging to be touched and with one tap, a spark of electricity surges through Ramattra’s core. 

“S-Stop that-!” He demands, though his tone suggests that he does not mind the feeling. 

He doesn’t know what to do. No matter how hard he tries, he cannot get rid of you from inside of his systems. He tries an alternative route but there was no success there either. Deep inside, however, he did like the feeling of being vulnerable, having someone touch him like the way you are doing. It felt pleasurable. 

Ramattra tries one more time, searching through any and all coding to find a weak spot and when he finally stumbles upon it does he take immediate action. His systems work hard to destroy your virus but the want to keep the touching going slows down the process. 

He needs you. 

He wants you.

He gives in.

The omnic sits there, allowing himself to be lost in the moment. The feeling of your hands exploring his body heightened his senses. His servos twitch before slowly making their way to your hips, holding you in place.

“Someone is enjoying this.” You smirk, dragging your fingers over the pistons on his neck. 

“Shut up.” His vocaliser betrays him once more, another static moan escaping him as his head tilts back against the wall. 

“Feels nice, doesn’t it?” 

It took Ramattra a while to respond, but when he did, it confirmed everything you ever wondered. 

“Yes…” His grip on your hips tighten slightly, indicating that he didn’t want you to stop for any reason. 

He feels you grinding against his pelvic plate, possibly chasing your own high but the way you squeezed and teased him said otherwise. Then it clicks in his head. This was about him reaching his orgasm after several long years of nothingness. You knew how long it had been for him and how much he craved it.

Your one hand was tangled in his cabled hair as the other trails back down towards his hips. You feel him jerk, he wants the contact to last as you pull back, a familiar heat pooling in your stomach. 

“Ramattra…” 

“Seems like you cannot hold on for much long either.” He states with a hint of amusement in his voice. 

A flush appears on your cheeks as you squeeze his tubing once more, a little harder than last time. 

The omnic jerks his hips, pressing further into you as he moans out, vocaliser stuttering as he tries to keep it together.

“Such sweet noises… To think the Null Sector leader could sound like this…” Another tug at his cables causes him to moan loudly. 

You glance at the holopad whilst the omnics head was tilted backwards; his systems were lit up, errors appearing as you manhandle his wires, pinching and twisting them. It brought you joy, a satisfaction coursing through your veins as you realise how much power you truly hold over him in this moment. 

Another squeeze had the holopad flash black which causes you to look back at him. His vocaliser cuts mid moan, the lights on his forehead were off, fans were slowing down, yet his hold on your hips stayed. You had caused him to crash. 

Part of you panicked, but the moment the lights flickered on again, a soft orange before red, the panic was overridden with a sense of accomplishment.

His vocaliser clicks before he speaks. “No human should mess around with machinery too advanced than their mind and body can handle.” 

Your eyes widen as you realise that him rebooting meant that your virus was no longer in affect. His grip on your things gets tight, bruises already beginning to form under the skin. He pulls himself free from the wires connected to him, grabbing both of your wrists with one hand before pinning you down on the floor, one metal thigh pressed up against your sex. His other hand toys with the waistband of your pants as he speaks out in an intimidating tone.

“Perhaps it is time for me to teach you a lesson.”

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[ramattra-simping]

I know the stories are gonna be slow but please take your time when doing this, mental health is important 💜 but I might suggest a story, Reader having a mental health breakdown during a mission while working with Null Sector’s leader Ramattra. Look after yourself okay

Thank you for your patience. And sorry it took me that long to answer to your request.

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S/o having a breakdown while working with Ramattra

You knew from the moment you agree to work with Ramattra that it wont be easy.

Especially when you are a human and everyone knows he hates them.

But you once helped and omnic when he got beaten up and repaired him after it.

Ramattra heard of you from the omnic you helped and literally forced you to work with him as in "Your people cause this damage . You will fix it"

You agreed mostly because you felt bad for the omnics and want them to have a better life.

Time pasted and to your surprise Ramattra got a little nicer to you and you? Well you just fall for the null sector leader. How did it happen? If only you know

And because of it you got even more stressed when you fix another omnic. "What if i mess up?" "What if Ramattra doesnt need you at some point anymore?"

After a mission Ramattra got damaged. Not much but it still needed a check up so he went to you.

When you saw it was him who asked for your check up your stress level went high again.

You were on the edge of a breakdowm. 1. He got damaged/injured and that worried you. 2. You needed to check him up and repair the caused damage. 3. If you mess up he will be mad and surely kick you out.

You didnt even notice you were a shaking mess until he asked you what the matter would be. You just said you were bit cold hoping its enough for him

You started working now still very shaky but try your best.

But your thoughtd betray you.

You dont know why but your hand start to cramp and you let the tool fall you used.

Both you and Ramattra looked down to the tool and he is actually the one piccking it up for you. "Im so sorry! Im sorry! Please, please dont be mad!" was the first you could think of saying.

If he could he would rais an eyebrow at you.

"Now what is there to be sorry about" he asked you not looking away even when he placed the tool away.

"For messing up. For being so stupid!" small teares roll down now.

Ramattra understood fast. He may be n ot found of humans but you are a good one, who is on the side of the omnics right. He could trust you.

So he can see what is going on with you.

"Now, Now do not speak of yourself so low. You are not stupid nor did yu make any kind of mess."

"Yes i am. No matter what i do its always wrong." you know its not true yoursekf its the stress speaking now.

"Do you truly think you make everything wrong? Because if it would be true i would have already kicked you out."

He stands up now to stand right in front of you and looks downa t you.

"You are a good human compare to evryone else. You help my people no matter what you and we all are gratful for it." after his little spech he placed a hand on your shoulder.

You didnt know what came over you but out of instinct you hug him needing some comfort even if its a cold omnic chest.

He is taken back at first but lets you hold him.

He even pats your back to help you calm down. "Now, why wont you rest for the rest of the day and take your time? You humans are fragile after all"

You just nod your head at him frist before breaking the hug "Thank you Ramattra. Really"

This time he just nods and gave one more pat on your head before leaving.

While he is leaving one thing was for sure in his mind, no matter what he doesnt want to see you like this again rather just your happy smiling self.

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I hope you enjoy it. I also will finish all the other request i have before i shut this account off (not deleting) for a while because im planning to do something else and with work and all it will take a lot of my time.

If i find time again i of course would come back to writing here.

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[airamsao3]

Truth Serum...?

drabble

pairing: talon interrogator reader/ramattra

words: 669

cw: stalking

✧ AO3 ✧

"He's all ready for you, tiger." Sombra is the only one there to welcome you to your stomping ground, and you give her a quick nod. The executives keep watch from a healthy distance-- lord knows what augmentations the leader of Null Sector has or hasn't disclosed to them. He's a danger. A maverick.

And you're there to find out exactly what he wants from Talon. From tailing your squad.

"Thank you, Sombra," you say, and enter the room, hearing the clicking of her clawed gloves behind you as she waves goodbye.

The overhead lights are bright and harsh, so harsh that even you are forced to squint under the intense glare before your vision adjusts. The light suffuses the silver of Ramattra's chassis with an almost ethereal glow, his bone white faceplate staring back at you like a skull. Despite his position, he exudes a raw, unadulterated power that demands submission and deference by virtue of his presence alone.

But you are not one to be outmatched, especially not in your territory.

You circle his seat, noting the soft whirring noise of his eyes as they track your every movement. "Tell me," your tone is accusatory and venomous, already convinced of his guilt, "what are you planning? An attack? A betrayal, perhaps? Has Talon not given you absolutely everything that you've requested?" You stop once you're face to face with him, and tip his chin upwards with your pen.

"No," he says, and a slim thread of steam wafts from his back. "No such thing."

"I find that hard to believe," you say, and make a signal behind your back to Sombra, who's watching from beyond the one way mirror. An answering code is flashed back to you, from the seemingly innocuous flickering of the light above.

 Is the code working?

Yes.  

You frown, incredulity and rage seeping into your expression. "Gathering intel, then? Trying to find our weaknesses?"

"No," he answers breathlessly, "I simply wanted to see you."

You physically recoil. "What?" An unbidden flush crawls up your cheeks, your blood running hot, then cold.

You sign behind you again, rapidly,

 What did you do?!

To your chagrin, Ramattra keeps speaking, as if a stopper has been removed. "I'm sorry," he says, but you cannot tell if it is genuine, his expression is unreadable, his body is completely still-- "I could not keep myself from you, not even whilst you were sleeping. I wished to commit every detail to memory, from the way your eyes moved underneath your skin, to the way your chest rose and fell with each delicate breath." It becomes increasingly difficult to remember the cipher to the code as the light dimly flashes in front of you, obscured by the thick, heavy steam pouring out of the omnic in front of you.

Ha. Ha. Ha.  

That brat!

"I'm sorry," he says, sounding all the more remorseful, "I am lesser than a beast. I could not help but wish to be close to you, to the point of obsession. Even now, I struggle to remain within these superficial binds, such that I do not lose myself in my passions, such that I do not ravish you where you stand."

You back away, your pen laying forgotten on the tiled floor, and still, he's looking at you with that same unreadable, intimidating gaze. Your hand fumbles for the doorknob, desperate to get out of the situation, and your heart rate doubles as he breaks out of his restraints and approaches you.

His hands slam into the wall behind you, and his face is so close that you can see his actual eyes-- the aperture is blown so wide they're almost a solid black. "Please," he says, madness and lust coagulating in his voice, ringing through the fog, "may I kiss you?"

And as you descend into nigh panic as you're stuck between your responsibility and a ravager, you can just dimly make out the two letters Sombra keeps signing to you over and over.

Lolololololol.  

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