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Benevolence’s Dance.

Synopsis: Amidst war's chaos, a dance of deception and kindness unfolds, testing compassion and deceit in the enigmatic system of Ramattra.

a/n: I wrote this in the spam of 2 months, slightly proof read. I was inpired by @ya-zz to write, shout out to their work and blog!

Pairing: Ramattra x reader.

Words: 6k.

In the realm of war, where ethics often surrendered to harsh conditions, Ramattra found himself making choices that defied conventional morality. He understood that sacrifice was an inevitable companion on the treacherous path to ensuring the triumph of his kind. His conscience bore the weight of this decision, not out of remorse for your sake, or the humans, but rather from a profound awareness of the potential suffering it would inflict upon Zenyatta - a potential sense of distrust between both Omnics.

Despite his master's constant preaching about the redeeming qualities of humans, Ramattra remained unconvinced and quite frankly, uninterested. To him, humans embodied a multitude of negative traits. Whether it was their inherent selfishness and arrogance or their self-destructive tendencies and inability to see beyond their own interests, humans appeared as a cruel force, gradually destroying all other forms of life, including their own. Ramattra believed that such a destructive way of existence warranted a demise filled with agony and suffering.

Ramattra harbored a profound disdain for you, a prominent figure in humanity, renowned and idolized not for your achievements or righteousness, but merely by virtue of your birth into a royal lineage. What aggravated his contempt even further was the knowledge that your family held the purse strings of the human armies, funding their weaponry and enticing more soldiers with promises of treasures should they emerge victorious in battle.

Such acts were undeniably cruel, and it was this very cruelty that absolved the omnic of any remorse for his own planned actions. His intentions were merely a reciprocal response, employing the same cruelty he had witnessed.

While anticipating your arrival at Zenyatta's temple, Ramattra endured a tormenting impatience that consumed him like a smoldering fire. Normally cold and calculated, he found it arduous to masquerade as a warm and amiable omnic in your presence. This endeavor proved to be far more challenging than resorting to brute force alone. No, he needed to orchestrate a scenario that would position you perfectly vulnerable to the imminent omnic onslaught.

And what better setting than the annual Royal Parade? How fitting it would be for that event to mark your final breath. Born amidst adoring gazes, you would now perish while those very same gazes converted into terrified ones.

Ramattra's audio receptors swiftly detected the frenetic movements of the Omnics converging upon the temple gate, abruptly interrupting his contemplations. Rising from his seated position, he deliberately left his staff behind, believing that relinquishing his weapon would signify his harmless intentions. The notion of appearing defenseless and amicable, a façade he never thought he would desire, became his utmost priority — albeit solely for the sake of a human.

With measured and cautious steps, Ramattra swiftly closed the distance between himself and the designated room where you would briefly reside. And there you stood.

The royal figure stood before him, adorned with a breathtaking elegance that left no doubt of your exalted status. The attire exuded opulence and refinement, each element meticulously chosen to embody luxury and prestige. You were adorned with extravagant jewelry, sparkling like constellations against a midnight sky. Diamonds and gemstones cascaded from your neck and head, shimmering with every movement, reminiscent of a celestial adornment befitting a Goddess. The jewels almost blinded Ramattra from how many there were. He had heard tales of the royals, this was the very first time he was laying his optics upon one other than a picture.

"This is Ramattra." – Zenyatta's familiar voice rang out across the room.

As you turned your gaze towards Ramattra, his optics swiftly fixed upon your face, capturing the sight of a seemingly gentle smile gracing your lips. It was a smile he knew all too well from the countless pictures he had seen. A smile that bore an artificial veneer of gracefulness, devoid of genuine emotion — a lesson he had learned all too keenly from other humans.

"Yes, it is my pleasure." Ramattra spoke out slightly awkward.

"No need for formalities, this is a big step for us. Having you on the parade will give hope to the people."

The unfamiliar timbre of your voice immediately registered within Ramattra's system, prompting him to store it in his memory banks with meticulous precision. It was a precautionary measure, a means to identify you amidst a buzzing crowd of thousands, should fate spare you from the fatal blast of the Omnic's weapon. He understood the seriousness of being able to discern your presence, for it was only then that he could ensure your demise befittingly and without error.

"Yes, undoubtedly so."

Amidst the gravity of the situation, a subtle amusement flickered within Ramattra's circuits. The irony of human trust and its inherent vulnerability to deception captivated his thoughts. How astonishing it was to witness the depths of your newfound trust, oblivious to the perils that lay within such unwavering faith. To him, you remained an enemy, an adversary cloaked in a façade of friendliness.

Behind Ramattra's impassive faceplate, a flurry of electrical impulses raced through his system. With seamless efficiency, your appearance, voice, and location were transmitted to his awaiting army, a cloaked process that would remain concealed from your awareness until your final breath.

"Are you nervous?"

The unexpected inquiry about his well-being momentarily caught Ramattra off guard. He had not anticipated such a concern from the likes of you, as it seemed to be quickly swept aside as trivial small talk. To him, it was a display of the human inclination to engage in seemingly meaningless conversations, an attempt to forge connections and establish bonds—an endeavor that he found to be nothing more than a futile and foolish pursuit between the two of you.

"Why would I?"

With a hint of mocking laced beneath his voice, Ramattra asked a simple question. As he tilted his head slightly, he observed your eyes visibly flinch with discomfort. A spark of satisfaction ignited within him, relishing the fact that he had unsettled a royal figure, someone who, among many others, should exude confidence and poise. Your gaze swiftly averted from his, revealing your unease—a subtle triumph for Ramattra to wield power over someone of your esteemed status.

However tempting it was to revel in your fear, Ramattra knew that his primary focus remained on the task at hand. There were more critical matters to attend to, and right now, that meant earning a small sliver of trust from you. With a subtle clearing of his throat, he skillfully redirected your gaze back to him, making sure to have your full attention before he spoke.

"Although, I definitely appreciate your presence. It is… calming."

Striving to rectify his momentary slip of hostility, Ramattra wracked his circuits for something, anything that could salvage the situation. Over your shoulder, he caught sight of Zenyatta offering him a small nod, clearly pleased to witness his attempts at befriending a human. Ramattra couldn't dwell on Zenyatta's presence for too long, for the weight of guilt washed over him in waves, each one reminding him of the forthcoming future. It pained him to acknowledge that he would cause Zenyatta harm, albeit indirectly, delivering a blow that would undoubtedly wound their bond.

Ramattra was not oblivious to the caring gazes and the tender voice Zenyatta reserved for you. Witnessing the way Zenyatta walked with you around the temple, explaining the intricacies of an Omnic's life—their struggles and joys—left Ramattra bewildered. How could Zenyatta, fully aware of your family's involvement in the war, be so trusting and open, seemingly embracing vulnerability like a naive fool?

The Omnic could not fathom what you might do with the information you gleaned from Zenyatta. The thought gnawed at him, fueling his uncertainty and deepening the growing sense of suspicion towards your intentions. It seemed incomprehensible to Ramattra that Zenyatta willingly exposed himself to potential exploitation, and he grappled with understanding the nature of your interactions.

"I'm glad, Ramattra. I know of our differences, but I'm eager to make amends."

Your voice was soft, a small smile grazing your features as you spoke towards him.

Lies.

As much as Ramattra desired to believe that you were different from the rest of your kind, he found it nearly impossible to reconcile that notion. The fact that you shared the same blood, lived among humans, and were raised and educated alongside them only intensified his bitter disdain. His circuits pulsed with a surge of animosity, yearning to obliterate you in that very moment. However, the temptation of the unfolding spectacle soon to come proved too enticing to ignore. The message he would convey through his act would resonate loudly and clearly, leaving no room for doubt or ambiguity.

"I am also eager for our plans."

After a brief pause, Ramattra spoke, his head nodding subtly as he maintained an upright posture, emphasizing his full height. In response, you approached him, your hands folded in front of you, an expression of respect. Then, with a gracious gesture, you lowered your head in a bow, acknowledging Ramattra's presence and silently thanking him.

The act of bowing was a gesture typically reserved for interactions between royals, yet you chose to bestow it upon Ramattra, driven by the recognition of the pain and suffering inflicted upon him and his army by your own family. In that momentary pause, you held the position, emphasizing the amount of your respect. Only after a few seconds did you return to standing tall, a faint smile playing upon your lips as you met Ramattra's gaze.

In your eyes, Ramattra sensed a twinge of pity, mingled with an enigmatic emotion he couldn't quite grasp. Perhaps it was a hint of regret, whispering softly in the depths of your gaze. Though the meaning made him curious, he chose to let the thoughts drift away, redirecting his attention to the present moment.

"I'm sorry, for everything." — Your voice was barely a whisper. "But, I hope this can show my change of heart."

You felt a pang of disappointment as Ramattra only nodded towards you, his gaze swiftly turning to his brother standing nearby. It was clear that expecting his complete trust was nothing more than a naive hope. Suppressing a sigh, you concealed your disappointment, not wanting to reveal your true feelings in response to his indifference.

Your gaze shifted towards the clock in the room, noting that the Royal Parade was fast approaching. Soon, you would be required to board the open carriage alongside Ramattra, an action that would carry a profound message. It would serve as a visual testament, showcasing the shifting perspectives of the royal families towards Omnics. Despite the potential loss of supporters and financial resources, a small part of your family had come to understand your viewpoint. They now recognized that Omnics were not merely soulless machines, but beings with shared qualities and complexities akin to humans.

"Your highness, It is time."

As the familiar voice of your devoted maid filled the room, it served as a gentle reminder to return to the present moment. She walked towards you, her skilled hands delicately tending to every detail of your jewelry, ensuring its flawless alignment. Her eyes, filled with admiration, traced the contours of your silk ensemble, her careful touch gently smoothing the fabric, bestowing an extra touch of elegance upon your divine presence.

"Yes, of course! Please follow me, Ramattra." — you gave the auspicious Omnic another small smile.

"I'll be right behind you."

The meticulous process of preparing you for the carriage ride, with every intricate detail attended to, undoubtedly tested Ramattra's patience. His desire was to expedite the proceedings and get things underway. Yet, when he finally took his seat beside you, beholding your presence, an unexpected pang of sympathy stirred within the omnic. He couldn't help but feel a sense of sorrow for you. Your last moments would be marked by pretense and artifice, a facade meticulously crafted for the sake of your loyal followers, offering them a fleeting illusion of closeness to their revered figure.

Unbeknownst to those present, farther along the carriage route, two stealthy Omnics had skillfully eliminated the guards in the vicinity. Armed with a lethal sniper rifle specifically designed to neutralize even the most formidable of Omnics, their intentions were clear: to ensure your swift demise. There would be no opportunity for rescue, no chance to let out a scream. The weapon they possessed was overkill, but its purpose was unwavering — to ensure that your life would abruptly and definitively come to an end.

"Don't worry. No one will harm you in any way, I made sure the security was stronger this Parade."

It was quite comical, to have you say that without the knowledge of his plans.

"I am grateful." – Ramattra replied simply.

As Ramattra's gaze remained fixed in the distance, not even sparing a glance in your direction, a wave of unease washed over you. It wasn't that you believed he harbored ill intentions towards you, but rather the uncertainty of whether you had made a good impression. The realization that impressing the leader of the Omnics was a skill you were never taught added to your growing anxiety. Years of learning to embody grace and gentility, always wearing a smile regardless of the circumstances, had been ingrained in you solely to please humans. Now, faced with the presence of Ramattra, you found yourself grappling with the unfamiliar challenge of leaving a lasting impact on an entirely different species.

Never were you taught on how to amend wrongs that weren't even your own doing, but you had to try.

"Is there something I can do to make you feel more comfortable?"

A simple question hung in the air, and Ramattra couldn't help but be intrigued by its underlying significance. After all, he was already comfortably seated within the fancy confines of the royal carriage. There seemed to be no reason for discomfort or unease. And yet, the question lingered, leaving him puzzled as to its true intention.

"You feel as if I'm uncomfortable?"

"Yes. You seem distant."

Ramattra couldn't help but emit a scoff, his gaze finally shifting to meet yours. Though his face remained hidden, you could sense a subtle annoyance emanating from him. It was a response, however, and even a hint of irritation was preferable to the void of indifference.

"Why do humans always ask pointless questions? What is it to you?"

His voice came out sharp, slightly letting go of his facade of comfort.

"Because I care. You may not believe it yet, but I'll try my best to show it to you."

"I think your kind has done enough."

Silence.

The only thing Ramattra could hear was the soft humming of his cooling fans, trying to get rid of the overload in his system. Hostility.

As Ramattra gazed down at you, he could discern a palpable sense of disbelief reflected in your eyes. Your once-relaxed posture had now tensed, and he realized that he had indeed made a grave misstep. Your face turned away from him, staring ahead with a regal defiance, chin held high. Another scoff escaped Ramattra's lips as he, too, averted his gaze, fixing his eyes on the front. Even in moments like these, your pride remained unyielding. The thought infused Ramattra's system with an overwhelming distaste for your character.

Unbeknownst to Ramattra, your actions of turning away were not driven by pride, but rather by an attempt to regain composure. The insult inflicted upon you struck deeply, especially considering your sincere efforts to make amends and distance yourself from your family's beliefs. By deviating from their approval and creating a visible rift within the royal family, you had hoped to convey a clear message of your individuality and desire for change. In that vulnerable moment, you had believed that Ramattra's willingness to participate in the parade alongside you held a deeper significance—an acknowledgment of your sacrifices, separate from the influence of your lineage. It was a fleeting hope, and the realization that it might have been misjudged left you feeling disheartened and powerless.

Though tears threatened to spill from your eyes, you fought against them, determined to maintain composure. Allowing yourself to cry would only heighten the discomfort, not just for yourself, but also for Ramattra. You couldn't risk your supporters, who came to see you in the Parade, who stood by your side in this ideological battle, witnessing your vulnerability in tears. It would undermine the meaning and significance behind your cause, and a sense of futility washed over you, intensifying the weight of the situation.

"Did you lie?" – You prompted.

"About what?"

"That you thought my presence was calming. You said so earlier."

Despite your best efforts to maintain a firm tone, Ramattra keenly perceived the slight difference in your voice, an indication that you were holding back your emotions. However, he chose not to point it out, allowing the unspoken understanding to hang in the air between you.

"I did not."

"Then why does it feel like you still see me as a threat?"

The question you posed had a simple answer - because he still did. But Ramattra had to work his system quickly, trying to come up with a lie, with anything that would make you feel less insecure about sitting beside him.

"We have been killing each other for months, even years. Do you expect a simple Parade to fix your kind wrongdoings?"

It left you speechless momentarily, but you knew he was right. You would be lying to say that you didn't feel afraid of him slightly still, but you were trying to power through it. But that didn't mean Ramattra felt, or thought, the same. He was different. Had different opinions and choices. While thinking about the image you two would give out, you consequently had forgotten to think about how he felt.

You had asked questions about his comfort, but not about his true feelings.

"I'm sorry."

A sigh escaped your mouth as a hand came to pinch your temple, a small headache forming from all the stressful thoughts.

"You're right. This doesn't fix anything." – you continued.

"Quite the opposite. Omnics might think I'm playing lap dog. Bowing down my head in respect for the ones that killed and persecuted us without remorse. Treated less than animals."

Ramattra was quick to let his feelings known, not shying away from using drastic and accusing terms. Part of him felt angry and bitter towards this talk, but another part of him felt… free from speaking his honest thoughts. For him, you were caught up in a delusion that Omnics were less. And to change that would be hard, no matter how willing you were to show that.

"I'm sorry." – You whispered softly.

Naturally, one of your hands went to rest on top of his own, a comforting motion that you had learned ever since you were young. Ramattra didn't take kindly to your touch, quickly removing his hands from yours roughly, his hinges pinching your skin slightly as they moved away.

"You people think saying sorry will bring back brothers and sisters I've lost? You're selfish, egocentric, the only thing you truly care about is power. Having control over everything."

His words felt like razors, and they hurt more than the aching of your skin where he had accidentally pinched you. Your hands rubbed over the spot, trying your best not to show any form of pain in front of him. Somehow, it felt selfish to do so when he was clearly in a much worse state of pain than yours. Tormented by the war and the things he had seen.

Even if his words were hurtful, you knew he needed to get them out, to express his disdain to you. So whatever relationship you two would create would be free of resentment and misunderstanding. So you simply sat by him, nodding along with his words. Somehow, the jewelry on top of your head felt heavier than before – like it was there due to his kind destruction.

"I understand."

The words that left your mouth left Ramattra speechless. He didn't know what to feel, but mainly, he felt rage.

"Understand? Do you truly, your highness?"

"Yes. That's why I'm here, to try and make amends. No matter how hard it might be."

Ramattra could only scoff once again, in disbelief at your complete state of ignorance. There was no fixing the deaths that your kind had caused, the treatment of omnics as slaves and mere objects.

As the carriage began to move, it was clear that soon the both of you would be under the watchful eye of your admirers. It wouldn't be a good look to have such a heated question in front of them, and even if Ramattra disliked it, he knew it was true. So he simply turned away from you, his cooling fans working to relax his body so he wouldn't appear as stiff.

After all, he shouldn't be seen as a threat. Not for now, at least.

On your side, you made sure to keep your head held high with a smile on your face as the people started appearing in your view. The light of the sun blinded you for a second, but that didn't stop you from doing your duties.

The city was buzzing, and as soon as the people saw the carriage, they started cheering. A happy look on everyone's faces as they witnessed the change you had promised them unfold, even if it only was the start. Ramattra felt slightly out of place, sat next to you, with a crowd of humans staring at him with… admiration? The change was eerie, he was used to being looked upon with fear, disdain or disgust for his actions. It slowly set in his systems that Ramattra had never seen humans stare at him in such a way, even you, during your first meeting with him, showed respect that was saved especially for royals.

As the carriage kept moving, the decorated route pathway got more and more excited with how friendly Ramattra seemed to be. Even if it wasn’t entirely true, it wasn’t an untruth, he really didn’t know what to do in this situation. So he only kept staring at the humans, giving small head nods everytime his optics made contact with human eyes.

Gazing towards Ramattra, it was borderline adorable how confused and lost the Omnic seemed to be. It was a good change of attitude for him. He almost seemed afraid of the change, but it only proved to you further that he had a good heart - or well, system. It only made your view on Omnics further concrete into a positive light.

"We're in stand-by."

The voice that came by his systems was recognized to be his soldiers. Ramattra didn't shift or make any motions that would appear suspicious, simply sending them Omnicode to confirm the procedure without any problems. Everything was according to plan and looked easy to achieve from now on. It was all a time bomb now.

Ramattra’s system felt slightly relieved that all of this show would be over soon in a single moment, the damage would be done and there would be no way to repair it. Perhaps killing a member of the royal family that mostly everyone looked up to would be a clear death wish. But Ramattra felt confident in his army and his own ability to handle the backlash of his own actions.

“You’re doing well.”

You smiled towards the omnic, who only answers with a short nod of his head – at least, he acknowledges you. It’s enough to calm your anxiety being next to him, but you feel like it isn’t enough to give him the sense of your truthfulness to the cause.

“I just wanted to say, whether you believe me or not, that’ll support you and your decisions. Although I can’t help you with war, I’ll provide you with anything you and your army need for their well-being.”

The way you so kindly said those words, your voice soft and gentle – it made Ramattra speechless. What should he say back to such promises? Especially when they wouldn't mean nothing in mere minutes.

"I thank you."

Ramattra's voice was soft, softer than you have ever heard before. It somewhat felt like he was sad, or thinking too much about a topic that was making him feel anxiety. Whatever it was, you could hear it from him.

"And I'm sorry." – His words came to a close.

He turned his gaze towards you, his expression shifting. Ah, so that was the reason behind his aggression. The weight of this realization evoked a gentle sympathy within you, prompting a kind smile. You harbored no resentment towards his outburst, understanding that it stemmed from encountering royalty for the first time—the very individuals who had funded the armies responsible for the loss of the ones he proclaimed family.

"Please, don't apologize."

As your eyes glanced towards his hand, poised near yours, a gentle whisper escaped your lips in response. Delicately, you initiated a slow meeting of your hands, allowing him the freedom to withdraw at will. As your palms enclosed his mechanical hand, a serene smile adorned your face, you stared up at him once again.

"We'll make things right." – you said.

Ramattra couldn't phantom how understanding you were, how gentle you were treating when he clearly had shown his animosity towards you. The harsh words he spoke and the way he acted, all were uncalled for if he really stopped to think for a second. They were actions prompted by feelings of hatred, not towards you – it seemed. But to those he associated with you, and his system was slowly starting to realize the difference between you and them.

No.

He had no time for this, his mission was set and he wouldn't let himself fall for mere human false promises. Ramattra was more than this, he was smarter and his opinion wouldn't change. He hated you. He hated everything you stood up for. He hated where you came from. He hated everything. Unashamedly so.

But, he would allow you to find solace in him for your last moments. A small token of his gratitude for being so open and welcoming. Perhaps, in another life, you would grow to be more weary of those you let near.

"We will." – Ramattra replied.

He let his hand slightly squeeze yours back, just enough to see your eyes glitter with happiness and appreciation towards him.

Everything was set.

The curtain call.

From the 7th floor of a building nearby, behind glass, Ramattra's army charged the weapon. The rifle pointed towards your head with meticulous precision, following your movements. They only needed Ramattra to simply move his head slightly to the side, to ensure he wouldn't be hit by the killing blast.

Ramattras head tilted slightly to look at the spot where his Omnics were, a small nod on their way to confirm their plan.

This was it.

Fire.

With the trigger being pulled back, a loud noise echoed through the streets – the glass from the window hiding the Omnics cracking and falling apart. The bullet traveled quickly, piercing the air, leaving a trail behind. But within the gizmos of the weapon, an error hid, awaiting to disrupt the meticulously planned assassination. The bullet that was meant to find your head with cruel intent, embarked on a treacherous journey to forever change the course of events.

The bullet hit the side of your carriage, its blast power hitting you and Ramattra in the process. The shock of electricity made your head spin, and you could barely hear the terrified screams and the scrambling of people around you. The pain was almost unbearable, only being able to move due to the adrenaline rushing through your veins, alerting you of danger. Your ears were ringing, and your vision blurred as you tried your best to look at Ramattra – he had to be safe. For your cause, for your people, for you.

The scene quickly alerted the guards, and the omnics that were under Ramattras orders were quick to evacuate the area without being caught. They had no time to ponder what went wrong, they couldn't risk giving away that this was planned by Ramattra. They had to have another chance to get things right.

Ramattra's systems were also slightly damaged by the shock blast, but no damage to his exterior was present. It took mere seconds for his system to restart, clearing up any errors or mishaps. His optics quickly went towards you, hunched over, holding the carriage for support as you started to hyperventilate from the shock.

He had to do this quickly now.

"Your highness!"

Upon hearing a guard's voice, Ramattra swiftly assumed a protective posture, hunching over as if he were genuinely concerned for your well-being. He placed his hand on your back, simulating a caring gesture, all the while his faceplate fixedly focused on the side of your face as you struggled to endure the waves of pain coursing through your body. The act was a delicate balance of appearing concerned and concealing his true intentions.

Soon enough, there were multiple guards around the carriage – all worried about your safety as they tried to help.

"We should move her to safety, now!" – One of them screamed.

As Ramattra contemplated his options, a sinister thought crossed his mind. He entertained the idea of ending your life when you were alone, using a shock to deceive others into believing it was a result of the blast injuries. However, he quickly discarded this notion, recognizing the risk it posed. The presence of numerous armed guards made it too dangerous for him to attempt anything in the current situation, even in his Nemesis form.

You coughed a small portion of blood. A bad sign for the health of your internal organs.

"Take Ramattra first."

The unexpected words you spoke left the Omnic in a state of disbelief, and to his surprise, the guards swiftly redirected their attention to him. Uncertain of how to react under their watchful gaze, he couldn't bring himself to resist when they promptly ushered him into a nearby building, although he knew he didn't require any assistance. The situation left him feeling perplexed and conflicted, navigating a new realm of emotions that he had never encountered before.

You were clearly in a worse state than him. Why had you so unselfishly requested the attention to be on him? Perhaps, you were stupid. Ramattra mused himself with the thought. But it was vanquished as the weight of your decision set in his system. You were a mere human, capable of dying. Even if Ramattra had suffered damage, it would simply be a change of parts – you couldn't do such a thing.

Then why?

He kept repeating that question, obsessing over the possibilities – trying, fighting, against the possibility that it was that you cared for him.

Ramattra couldn't explain why or how, but he found himself standing by your side at the hospital bed. Despite the whispers and rumors circulating about his involvement in orchestrating the ordeal, there was no concrete proof linking him to the incident. The weapon used by the Omnics was also capable of being operated by humans, leaving no discernible trail of the perpetrator. There were no camera recordings, no DNA evidence, and no tangible traces, exactly as Ramattra had meticulously planned for months.

The stark contrast between the current sight of you and his first glimpse was striking. Once adorned in elegant jewelry and luxurious silks, you now appeared as a mere shadow of that former self, draped in bandages and a simple hospital gown. However, amidst this transformation, one thing remained unchanged - the warmth of your kind smile that you had offered him back in the carriage. It held a special place in his memory, a beacon of comfort amidst the changes and uncertainties.

The way you had reached out for his hand and whispered sweet reassurances at him. Apologies for something that was clearly not your fault.

"Do not apologize. I am fine. You should worry about yourself." – Ramattra spoke.

For response, a small giggle escaped your lips. Hand still holding his own as he sat next to your hospital bed.

"I'll heal. I'm glad you're safe, Ramattra."

The nonchalant manner in which you spoke about your experience, as if you hadn't faced death or endured pain, left Ramattra feeling perplexed. The complexity of emotions swirling within his mechanical system was difficult to decipher. He grappled with identifying the unfamiliar sensation, trying to make sense of the conflicting thoughts and feelings that were surfacing.

Your keen eyes acknowledged the way Ramattra's body was slightly tense, giving away the overthinking and anxiety he was obviously feeling.

"Hey."

His optics met your eyes at the softness of your voice.

"It'll be fine. I know it wasn't you, why would you be here making sure I am alright if it was?"

The question you posed left him utterly bewildered. It wasn't the meaning of the question that puzzled him, but rather its implications. He had been by your side… ensuring your safety and well-being, even though he had initially intended for your demise to occur. The contradiction in his actions weighed heavily on his mind, creating a turmoil of conflicting emotions within him.

Why was he there?

He couldn't even answer his own question. How could he answer you?

"It doesn't matter what anyone says. We'll show them. We're different."

As you spoke, he found himself grappling with uncertainty, unsure of how to adequately respond to the depth of emotions you conveyed. In a heartfelt attempt to reciprocate the affection you had once shown him, he gently enclosed your hand within his cold, mechanical palms, seeking to offer you the same type of comfort you had bestowed upon him. The surprising realization struck him, but it felt natural, as though the act was destined, a testament to the newfound connection between the two of you.

A small, appreciative smile graced your face as you noticed his gentleness. Deep down, you felt grateful for the way things had unfolded. You would do everything over and over again if it meant earning Ramattra's trust, to ensure he wasn't hurting anymore.

Ramattra and you let the silence hang, somehow, it didn't feel uncomfortable anymore.

He couldn't help but steal glances your way, watching the way your chest breathed in and out. He was designed with advanced sensors and processing abilities, allowing him to comprehend human emotions and behaviors. Yet, witnessing you laid so vulnerable, he suddenly became acutely aware of the profound susceptibility humans possessed. The realization how fragile you truly were, how he would never truly understand your pain, made Ramattra's chest tighten for the first time ever for a human.

In the silence, he found solace in your presence. It was as if the once vast gap between you and him had narrowed. In his mind, he ran countless simulations, trying to calculate the best course of action to go forward. But in the end, he understood that there was no real answer, it wasn't about finding the perfect solution – maybe, just maybe, it was just being there for you.

Tenderly, he returned the gesture, gently squeezing your hand, reminiscent of the care you had shown him before. The profound effect of this simple touch surprised him, as it seemed to bridge the gap between Omnic and human, blurring the lines of distinction. And yet, somehow he felt grateful for the complexity of emotions he was experiencing.

Your injuries, though not highly critical, would require a month-long healing process. However, it was astonishing to him how long it would take your body to recover from a mere blast of shock, a task that he, with his advanced systems, accomplished in mere seconds.

It was inevitable your death. It will come sometime soon.

It should be by his hands.

And yet…

And yet.

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silawastaken · 14 days

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Analysis of the poem Chuuya wrote to Dazai in Chapter 22 of my fic 'the (not so) perfect pair'!!!

Most of this poem(as you may have read in the an) was inspired by my own gf- but here is my little analysis of where various inpiration came from, and what it links back too because I wanted to make this and was told it may be appreciated :D

Sick, angry and jealous.

That's how I feel.

Frequently Chuuya mistakes his positive feelings towards Dazai as anger or annoyance, he kept thinking he was sick instead of embarrassed or flustered

Hot and bothered like you're under my skin, teasing and taunting like nothing has happened.

Like nothing had changed.

He thinks that he can't have been the only one who noticed the slight shift in their dynamic, the more frequent lingering looks, the few times even before Dazai's birthday that they almost kissed, and is infuriated at the lack of recognition in the shift, the way Dazai continues to poke fun at him the same joking way as before.

You have upended my world, changed it and claimed it as your own, and worst?

I can't complain.

I'm sick and nauseous and the reason why is you, but it's adrenaline at the same time, you're like a drug I can't get enough of, killing me while I admire the colour it changes my vision to see.

Chuuya mentioned earlier in the fic, after they fell out that he and Dazai were 'too codependent for their own good', which is what this line is a partial reference too. Dazai has always been around, Dazai has always been a large part of his life, and he's realised how much, and how upset it's making him, and he just doesn't care, because it's Dazai. Regardless of how it hurts, he'd rather hurt than not have Dazai.

To call you a muse would be an understatement, to call you pretty would be demeaning, to say I love you could never encompass the extent to which I care for you.

I want to be with you, forever.

Dazai and Chuuya are both artists. While Chuuya is a poet, and Dazai is a painter, they're each others muses. They have always been able to find the beauty in each other, always cared for each other in a way others didn't understand. So to call him pretty, or say he loves him, wouldn't be enough to accurately portray how he feels.

Forever isn't enough. I could know you for my life and five more and I'd never have enough, there has been a part of me that has known you since before I could know anything else.

This line is a reference to beast T-T Through the entire thing, I've added constant references to canon, in Chuuya's fear of heights because he can't fly, to Dazai's determination he'd be an anti hero. Dazai even tells Chuuya a story which is literally just the main bsd timeline. They've both said, multiple times, that they'd be together in every universe. Because they are, and they know it. They have known each other in every universe, for this life and five more, and they still gravitate towards each other like magnets. Opposites, and stuck together.

If the world doesn't want us, and heaven won't house us, I will keep us here. The sky will rain fire and the ground will grow molten, and we will be here, safe and warm, and alive, this room a haven, safe from the horrors.

Hozier possessed me for a second. No, but there has always been the idea that gay people won't go to heaven. So, 'if the world doesn't want us(general hatred of people) and heaven won't house us(religious stigmatism towards their relationship, or a metaphor for not being allowed a safe and happy place) i will keep us here(Chuuya's bedroom, together, safe)'

The next lines are intended to make a point of the fact they feel safe together. Anything could happen, the world could literally fall apart, and they could sit together in Chuuya's room as it ends and feel at peace. It's supposed to lead on from the previous lines as well, signifying that even if nobody wants them, even if they don't have a place together, Chuuya would make one. He would force the fates into alignment to create a space he and dazai could be together in.

We could float between constellations and carve our names into the stars, we could mold fate to our own design, I could force us together, damn all that tries to block our way.

If nothing will have us, I will still have you.

Again, the same as the previous verse, it's about forcing a place for themselves. 'Even if nothing else works out, as long as you're by my side, it'll be okay' kind of idea. The mention of constellations and stars is a reference to the moment in the overhead tank, the glow in the dark stars on the walls, and the mention of the planetarium.

We can be together, as one, over and over, again and again, universe after universe, you and I, Dazai and Chuuya, the moon and the stars, the planets and the asteroids.

Another beast reference, and a mention of those relationship dynamics, Dazai the moon and Chuuya the stars.

Religion is what I find in you, someone worth being devoted to, I find you in the perfect things, the sun, the rain, music, and art, and nature,

every thing worth living for I can trace back to you, a memory, a daydream, a wish, another sickening urge to keep you here, to preach my love and teach you how to pick out what I see.

More hozier possession, religious metaphors for love are my holy grail, and I love the idea of finding religion in simple or pretty things, and the idea is if you find religion in the pretty things, and to Chuuya, Dazai is the prettiest, he would find it in Dazai first, and Dazai in everything else. He could find Dazai in everything, and find something worth living for. Chuuya is stuck in a situation where he wants to love someone who believes themself incapable of receiving it, and has the idea of teaching him to live himself the way Chuuya loves him, and teach him to 'pick out what i see'.

In my favourite dreams you are there, in our kitchen with the sun coming through the windows, in our garden teaching our kid to pick out plants, every time we are together, we are one.

For a few chapters, it's been a theme for Dazai and Chuuya to both realise how badly they just want to live, together, peacefully. A house and a cat and a kid, an opportunity to be people, together, and happy. These domestic dreams are Chuuya's favourite, and he can't have one that doesn't include Dazai. He can't imagine a life without him.

If I have to settle as a friend, if I have to watch from afar, I will. But I love you.

Since we were kids hiding behind trees, to the day I stop breathing.

I love you.

Forever.

Again, forever. Another reference to that fact that in every universe they meet. They're always together. They're soulmates in the truest sense. And Chuuya loves Dazai so much, that if the only way they can be together in this world, is if they're only friends, he'll happily oblige. He just wants to be able to watch him be happy.

'Since we were kids hiding behind trees' is a reference to the new years eve flashback, the moment they kissed as kids, and Dazai realised he loved Chuuya.

This poem was so fun to write, and I was actually going feral over it, so I hope you appreciate the more in depth explanation, and some of the references. Hozier and mitski just do something man- don't write poetry listening to pink in the night you'll end up with this. ANYWAY thank you for reading :3

#bsd #silas yaps #ao3 fanfic #soukoku #soukoku fanfiction #bsd fanfic #bsd dazai #bsd chuuya #bungou stray dogs #skk au #silas writes

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Victim 6- Eda Clawthorne

(Inpired by Island Of Släughtered by @┊͙✧˖*°࿐ 𝐄𝐀𝐕𝐄𝐄-𝐑𝐘 )

As soon as everything was calmer, Eda had an idea, she would walk around Bonesborough and to go to Hexside to see if there was anyone that could potentially help them.

Everyone agreed with that idea however, Luz had more to add, she asked Eda if her, Lilith (and Porta Hooty) and King could come with Eda to Hexside while, Steve, Edric, Eberwolf and Amity walk around Bonesborough and Alador stays with Darius at the house.

Everyone agrees again and leave the house (except for Alador and Darius).

Eda, Luz, Lilith and King arrived, Eda asked Lilith and Luz to check upstairs, King check the halls and Eda check inside the rooms, soon the group had split up and Eda was alone.

Eda, checked inside the rooms but, no one was there, not even a cockroach..

As soon as Eda went to check the gym, she got up on stage and looked around there, not knowing something bad was coming.

She walked around until she heard a rope snap, she looked up and saw the rope for the bell had been cut, she tried getting out but, it was far too late.

The K!ller had crushed Eda to d3ath with the bell, they soon got out when they heard footsteps.

Luz, King and Lilith had arrived only to see Eda’s b0dy, Luz had fell to her knees and just sobbed, Lilith and King hugged her tightly as they sobbed toguether.

At least Eda is now with Raine..

#the owl house #toh #island of the slaughtered #the murder house #toh au #eda clawthorne #luz noceda #lilith clawthorne #king toh

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Dragon!Jotaro x fem!reader

Chapter 1: "Runaway"

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Warnings: fantasy au, implied/mentioned child abandonment, implied child abuse?(verbal), implied/mentions of death, running away, DRAGON BOYS.(more to be added later. Please let me know if I missed anything)

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I'm going to tell you a story... of a time long past.

A time where the land's most fierce creatures roamed freely from the highest mountain top to the deepest depths. A time when these creatures were mankind's greatest allies.

Working together in harmony to create a land of peace and prosperity. Season upon season of bountiful harvests and victorious hunts. Precious jewels and metals adorning it's peoples and knowledge open to all who wish to obtain it.

As perfect a this society seemed, trouble brewed just beyond the surface. Fear began to run through the veins of both man and creature alike. Discord and mistrust spread faster than disease. It grew and grew until war broke out. No one truely knows how it all began. Both sides refused to take full blame and fingers were directed at each other.

Battle after battle, season after season, years past and man had pushed these mighty creatures into hiding. The once seemingly perfect society, long forgetten and left to rot. The last remaining of these creatures are hunted for materials or sport.

Let me tell you of a time long past.

A time when Dragons roamed free.

SLAM

The dorm room door flew open and the young children surrounding my bed quickly dispersed, scrambling to their respective bunks. A woman dressed in proper nun attire came marching up to me and swiped the book from my hand.

"YOUNG MISS! I have told you time and time again to CEASE filling the childrens' heads with fairytales of dragons! What do you think would happen if these children think they can treat a dragon like a stray mutt?! They would be eaten alive! Dragons are the devil's spawn! They are not to live among us, let alone be trusted! You are filling their heads with delusions!", the nun was red faced as she shouted into my face.

"Well... Sister Thomas, I for one have faith that these children are certainly not dumb enough to simply walts up to a mighty beast and treat is as a mutt.", I leaned back from my slightly hunched position to straighten up and prop myself with my arms. "If anything, I've taught them the contrary."

Sister Thomas huffed and glared down at me, "You are fortunate. If you weren't turning eighteen tomorrow, I would give you a month of chores for this repeated stunt. Although, the sisters at the nunnery will know how to deal with you. They will not be as lenient as I have been."

Sister Thomas held her head high like she was expecting to be praised like a saint.

"Of course... Sister Tomato...", I muttered the childish nickname under my breath, but not only did the woman have the face of a wrinkled, old bat: she had the ears like one too.

"THAT IS IT! OFF TO BED! ALL OF YOU! IF YOU HAVE ANY SENSE IN THAT SHRIVELED BRAIN OF YOURS, YOU WILL BE PACKED AND READY TO LEAVE BEFORE SUNRISE! I WILL BE CONFISCATING THIS!", the nun held up the book with a viciously clawed hand and the most furiously red face yet.

"You should be grateful that you have stayed this long! Clothed you! Fed you! Kept you safe and taught you all you need to know! You should be grateful that the sisters are taking a mongrel like you in! Lest you follow in the same delusional footsteps that led your father to his grave!"

The last statement reverberated throughout the room as silence settled in the dorm. My eyes avoided the nun's as I sat myself in a more slouched position.

"Do I make myself clear, Young miss?"

"Of course...", I muttered with my head hung low.

"Of course?"

Now she was pushing it.

"Of course... Sister Thomas", I uttered with slightly gritted teeth and a furrowed brow.

The woman merely scoffed and slammed the door closed. Silence enveloped the room and no one made a peep as sharp clacking footsteps got farther and farther away.

...

I hop up off my bed and pull up a loose floorboard to reveal a pack and a bundle of clothes.

As I gathered my pack and clothes as some of the children came to watch me. "We... we're real sorry you lost your book, Y/n...", a small boy, the one who begged me to read the book one last time before I left, softly said as his head hung low.

"Hey... It's alright.", I reach over and pat the boy on the head.

"Y/n... are you really just gonna leave? Without your book?!", one of the young girls on the bunk next to mine squeaked out in a hushed tone.

"Who said I was leaving without my book?" I quirk up my brow and smirk as I glance at her as I hurriedly pull my layers of clothes on; Making sure to tuck away the silver pendant, one with a beautiful blue gemstone in the center, that hangs from my neck.

"How are you getting it back then? Sister Tomato has her room locked tight and there's no way you won't get caught on the way!", one particularly irate hushed voice spoke out. "Y/n... this is your last chance at freedom! You can't risk getting caught! You need to go now! Forget about the book for now! We'll find a way to get it back! If you get caught... we might never see you again..."

It was Anne. Ever since Anne arrived at the orphanage she and I have been joined at the hip. We were the resident 'unruly mongrels', as Sister Tomato liked to call us when we've really got under her skin. The moment Anne stepped foot in the orphanage she was determined to escape, and her efforts doubled when we joined forces. This time was different though. Anne was adamant that I go alone this time, saying it was my last chance before being sent away.

"Anne... have some faith. I taught you everything you know! I also taught you...", I lift a few different loose floorboards to reveal a hollowed out crawl space."...to always have a plan B!"

I threw some spare sheets and pillows I hid in the floorboards under the sheets of my bunk and shifted them to look as if I was sleeping.

"Quick! Get in bed! Cover for me if a sister comes by!", I throw my supplies into the hole and start crawling in myself as the children, except for Anne, run to their bunks. Anne got down on her hands and knees to get closer to my eye level.

"... You're gonna come back for me, right? For us?", Anne spoke in the softest voice I've ever heard her speak.

"Of course... I wouldn't be able to forgive myself if I never saw you all again... I just... I need to figure some things out first..."

"...Promise?..."

"I'll do you one better. A pinky promise.", I held out my pinky and she linked hers with mine as we kissed our thumbs and pressed them together.

"I cross my heart and hope to die, stick a needle in my eye.", we spoke as we made a cross motion over our hearts.

"... You better keep your promise.."

"I don't plan on breaking it."

Anne smiled and quickly pulled me into a hug, "... I'll miss you. We all will..."

"I'll be back before you know it.", I broke the hug and smiled before shimmying further into the hole.

'Time to get my book back'

I start crawling in the direction of Sister Thomas' room from memory, seeing as I was sent there everytime I caused trouble, I know where it is like the back of my hand.

As I draw closer to my destination, I hear faint voices having a conversation, one soft and the other harsh.

"Sister Thomas, perhaps sending her to the nunnery isn't what she needs. Perhaps she needs stability. She could stay here and work. The children adore her and she-"

"Enough! You want her to stay here and make more trouble for me?! That mongrel has stayed here long enough! You have convinced me time and time again to keep her here. I knew we should have sent her away when she was sixteen. She wanted to leave so desperately, I'm simply giving her what she wants!"

I see a light filter through the cracks as dust falls between the spaces of the floorboards. I stay as still as possible as I try looking through the spaces. As difficult as it is, I manage to catch a glimpse at the other nun, Sister Sherry, in the room and the very familiar book on the dresser she is standing in front of.

As quietly as I can, I start crawling closer to the dresser when I feel a sudden tug on my skirt. I look down and see it caught on a root. I try to gently release my dress from the root when I notice Sister Thomas guiding Sister Sherry out of the room.

'This is my chance! Sister Thomas is distracted!' I start to tug at my skirt more frantically, since I see my window of opportunity is closing.

"Sister Sherry, I believe that is enough for tonight. My decision is final. That menace is being sent to the nunnery and there's nothing you can-"

RIIIIIIP

Gasp

"...Sister Sherry did you hear something?"

I latch my hand over my mouth after I finally ripped my skirt free. I tensed my whole body, willing myself to be as quiet as possible.

"... It... I believe that was the floorboards, Sister Thomas..."

"Hmm..."

After a moment, Sister Thomas continued to rant to Sister Sherry. I crawl over to the dresser, lightly prodding at the floorboards above hoping to find a loose one. A floorboard finally comes loose right in front of the dresser.

'Ohhh lucky me!'

I peek through the cracks to see both sisters distracted. I slowly reach up to grasp for the book. My fingers graze the edge of the book. Fingers stretched to their limit, trying to get a grip and inch it to the edge of the dresser.

'Come onnnn. Just a little bit further and I'm free!'

I struggled to get a grip of the book that was nearly in my grasp when I tuned into the sisters' conversation.

"That's enough for tonight. Tomorrow is a big day after all. We all need our rest. I expect you to be up bright and early if you want to say goodbye to your precious mongrel."

"... Of course, Sister Thomas."

"... And don't let me find you interfering, do I make myself clear?"

"Of course, Sister Thomas."

"Good. I bid you goodnight, Sister"

"Goodnight, Sister Thomas..."

'Shit shit shit shit'

I slip back under the floorboards as I hear the door creaking closed and footsteps gradually getting closer and closer. I hold my breath as I peer through the spaces to see Sister Thomas pick up the book from the dresser.

'No...'

She takes a moment to inspect it, her already disgruntled face sneering in disgust. With the book in hand she walks over to the open fireplace.

"... I should have done this a long time ago.", she spat out as she then tossed the work of literature into the open flames and brushed her hands against each other as if removing dirt from her palms.

' ... no... no nonononononono NO!'

I was too slow. It took everything in me not to make a sound as a few silent tears fell down my cheeks. I felt my chest tighten and breathing become ragged. I wanted to scream and shout until my voice gave out, but I wasn't stupid. I needed to get out of here. But I couldn't move. I couldn't make a sound. I'd be caught and everything I did and everything I lost would be for nothing.

CRASH

As if the heavens above heard of my dilemma and sent down a miracle, a loud crash resounded out in the hall.

"WHAT IN GOD'S NAME WAS THAT?!", the old bat nun practically flew out the door to investigate the sound as I immediately got busy with shimmying out from under the room, grabbing my supplies,and towards the hole in the stone wall leading out to the garden. What felt like hours were merely minutes as I crawled toward the broken stone wall with rays from the full moon filtering through like sunshine through rain clouds.

I tugged the loose stones free making the hole large enough to slip through and I shoved my pack and supplies through first, then wiggled through myself. I glanced around the garden as I picked myself up and brushed myself off. I surveyed the area, but all I noticed was the ruckus going on inside the orphanage. I look towards the gate and grab my pack. My heart was beating rapidly in my chest and adrenaline ran through my veins as my hand met the gate.

I tugged on the gate and gave a groan from its rusting hinges.

"Y/n?"

I felt my heart drop as I heard a soft voice call out.

"S-sister Sherry..."

The young nun had only been here for a few years now, but she was the most kind and understanding out of all of the sisters.

The young woman made hurried steps towards me and I began to panic.

"Sister Sherry. I-I know what this looks like but I-"

"Shhhh", Sister Sherry hushed me," you need to go! Before they notice either of us are gone."

"Wh-What..."

"Here...", Sherry promptly shoved a satchel into my arms,"This food should last you at least two days. Try to ration it as best you can."

Unable to process what is happening, I numbly reach into the satchel and pull out a familiar shape. My eyes widen and my heart stops at the sight.

"My book... but... but how?... why?"

Sherry put her hands on my shoulders and whispered.

"Because you deserve your freedom. You will do great things... grand things... I know it...", the nun then smiles and winks.

Without thinking, I pulled her into a hug.

"Thank you...", I whispered as she returned the gesture. Not a moment later she pulled back and ushered me out the gate.

"You need to go! Now!"

I said nothing as I gathered my things and I ran as far as my legs could take me. Running across the city's cobblestone streets and past home and business alike. I reached the city gates and slipped between the largely spaced iron bars. Relief flooded my senses. I felt like collapsing, but I knew I couldn't. Not yet. I may have freedom, but only when I get my answers can I truly be free.

Until then.

I'll just have to Run.

Author's note: Hello! I hope you enjoyed this so far! Sorry for no Jotaro just yet, he'll be here soon! Thank you to everyone who helped inspire me to make this! I was very nervous and excited for this project, especially since I'm still quite new to the jjba fandom and I hope I do the characters justice!

Please let me know what you think!

#jjba #jojo's bizarrre adventure #dragon au #fantasy au #jotaro kujo #jotaro kujo x reader #jotaro x reader #jotaro kujo x fem!reader #fem!reader

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