Ramattra, my beloved, my one and only, Overwatch 2's saving grace, the last character with a good design, the one bot who got us closer to Zen lore... Rammatron...
Aaaaa hi I jus found ur blog and I love ur writing sm🥰
can I request a cute fluffy story with ramattra? it would be amazing to have some aspects like the reader being the only human he likes and he wants to be gentle and kind with her and protect her? like a knight and a princess!! 😭 I love my big gentle robot man 💜
tyyyy!!!!
paring: husband Rammatra x Female reader
content: Fluff, Ram stereotypes humans, Ram and reader are married ♡, one sided love to lovers, she fell first he fell harder.
A/N: I had so much fun writing this ^^ sorry for the delay! I was very busy with college. I loveeeed this prompt idea
When you first met:
If anyone told Rammatra that he’d be married to a human woman in the next 10 years after disbanding from the monastery, he would have called them foolish. Relationships with humans as he’s come to know were pointless. They were ruthless creatures, creators that only Invented his kind to mindlessly slave away for their entertainment. Reasoning with a human? Let alone marrying one? Hah— don’t make him laugh. On a serious note, he’s never understood why his fellow omnics grew connections with humans, after the crisis, he’s tried to understand them, trust me, he has. They’re complex, unmoving and barbaric, they only want man made entropy, chaos and bloodshed. And while Rammatra didn’t like humans, he never went out of his way to bother regular civilians. Even though they made his circuits buzz in resentment. He was a man that wanted peace for his people, not a rash violent machine as the media pointed him out to be. What was so wrong about peace?
Rammatra spends most of his time alone, of course he has his brothers at the monastery, and of course he needs to interact with his colleagues, but he’s been a lone wanderer most of his days, finding company as a humans pet wasn’t on his criteria of things to accomplish.
Clubs were never his thing, he mainly found them too overbearing and loud, but this day he needed to find a place to rest, or at least find some kind of help. His body was aching, and some of his mechanical wires buzzed hazardously inside him. He had won the initial fight he was in hours prior, but his body was suffering from most of the aftermath damage.
As expected, the club was too loud..too cramped, definitely not a friendly enough space for a Ravager of his size. He limped all the way to the back of the roaring crowd, body clanking each step he took before he crashed down on one of the empty couches. He was in so much pain, he hasn’t felt pain like this in such a long time, it was almost comical how out of shape he looked. Metal parts of his head bent in different directions, his faceplate scratched and tarnished, he truly looked pathetic. And here he was, sulking in a corner, at the mercy of any idiotic human who could take advantage of his weakness and steal him away, reducing him to a human pet like he was all those years ago.
Rammatra wasn’t sure when he blacked out, but his internal systems were broken goods, it would be a ridiculous joke that Null Sector’s leader died in a place as filthy as this. All he knew was that he was groveling in pain one second, then darkness, and now.. well, he wasn’t sure where he was now. He felt clean, rejuvenated, like he was warm dough fresh out the oven. His body felt warm, and even though he couldn’t exactly move right now..he felt comfortable. At least whoever decided to patch him up had the decency to atone to his comfort. Pets need a cozy place to call home so they don’t retaliate, right?
“You’re awake,” of course, a human voice.
“You were pretty out of shape, me and my crew hooked you to a stretcher to get you here. How are you feeling,” your presence was alarmingly comforting, he’s never heard a human's voice lower so gently for a mere omnic. Especially one as himself, a former killing machine of war.
“Where am I?” His voice felt clearer, less chalky.
“Oh, I’m sorry how rude of me.” You hop off your chair, walking beside him without fear with a gloved hand.
“You’re in my underground workshop, allow me to introduce myself—“
Your talents amazed him:
For a human, your talent for fixing and improving omnic life was heartwarming. Your workshop was fascinating, bits and pieces of parts organized down in multiple drawers just in case anyone stopped by in need of your care. You treated him just as you would anyone else, and although he didn’t know you well, he couldn’t help feeling a bit guilty about seeing your kindness as potential for Null Sector, so he waits it out and sticks around…he doesn’t need to tell you who he is just yet.
You show him everything, to your crew, what your purpose was, and how you repair omnics and humans impaired with nanotechnology.
He was an engineer, you have to be if you’re going to take care of your people. But, your methods were never seen before…
And of course you let him stay, of course you teach him how to improve the life that may eventually destroy your kind…but, he stays around.
He helps you in the workshop while he heals. Your assistant as you’d say, you were happy to know he was an engineer himself, begging him to stay and help you with pay.
He lingers around you, stays in your home because you were so kind to offer him a place to stay. Any omnic was welcome in your humble abode, interesting.
He stays longer than intended:
His body was regenerating regularly well over time. He's grown used to being around you, your people. Humans…
A part of him doesn’t want to ruin things between the two of you. He’s seen how devastated you are when you hear news about recent Null Sector attacks, so, he just doesn’t tell you.
He still keeps in contact with his team, but attacks..lessen. Not completely but there’s more salvation most days than most.
He helps you around the house, you tell him everything, he listens.
He sleeps a room away from you.. the atmosphere is strangely comforting. What universe did he land in where he finds comfort in the presence of a mere human woman?
You ask him to go out, he accepts, he’s not an omnic of many words but he always goes with you wherever you wish. You find his presence nice after all.
You both start opening up to one another more often, late nights in your room as you both talk about your struggles. He tells you about his past, you listen, you tell him about how much you’ve lost after the war, and he offers a shoulder to cry on.
He’s as gentle as he can be with you. Metallic hands always finding rest on your shoulder and waist.
You confess your feelings to him one day, he listens, but he can’t help the build up of conflicting emotions stir in his circuits. The hard truth was said out loud.. you had feelings for him. The leader of an organization causing harm to your kind. And while he tolerated humans, he didn’t know if he could accept your confession, so he leaves your home one night while you’re asleep, he didn’t know you were still awake, he had no idea you’d follow him, and of course he didn’t know you’d end up hurting yourself trying to catch up with him.
You trip while chasing him through the night, a loud moan of pain ringing out your hoarse voice when you finally feel the impact of the fall.. you think you’re alone again, that he finally left and abandoned you for good, but he’s there…
He carries you carefully back inside your home, an unfamiliar silence that’s alarming even for him.
He’s by your side constantly after the accident, a broken leg wasn’t a big deal, but to him he’s failed you. Your needs have never been catered to in such a fast tender fashion before. He’s constantly looking over you to make sure you’re ok. He doesn’t trust himself to leave you alone again.
Somehow he’s managed to compete with your feelings with something much stronger:
Rammatra has never been the type for romance, not when he’s so focused on his goals. Maybe you were alluring him, maybe it was a trap to keep him bounded.. and it was working.
He started overheating with you nearby, circuits hissing uncomfortably inside him when you’d get too close. He was a mess, an omnic reduced to putty because he was so damn love sick that it physically hurt.
Somehow, someway he finds himself putting a ring on your finger. He’s heard that this connection means a lot to humans, a symbolic gesture he’s still trying to understand himself. All he knows is that his care for you goes beyond his own personal understanding, and he knows that he doesn’t want to lose you, so he gets down on one knee, just as he’s practiced countless times in his head. He expects you to shun him away, turn him down, who would blame you? But you don’t, you fly into his large frame, nearly knocking the both of you to the floor. You never expected him to be an omnic interested in marriage, but you happily accepted his proposal.
You both can live this blissful lie of a life for a bit longer, can’t you?
