Genji
Words of affirmation make him feel valid and whole again. He never asks for anything, but that doesnât mean he doesnât crave anything. Just tell him how you feel, give him the reassurance he needs but will never ask for.
Hanzo
Acts of service. You love him? Prove it to him. Heâs too tired and done with people just messing around. He doesnât want money, dinners, gifts. Just simple acts that can mean the world. Maybe heâs not eaten today and you make him sit and have food. Things that let him know heâs cared for.
Junkrat
Gifts and Pshycal touch. The boy is attention and touched starved. Heâs like a needy puppy that demands attention every few seconds. Wants to hold your hand or literally try crawl all over you. Just wants to be close, wants to prove to people he can get someone to love him. He sadly doesnât understand personal space. And, of course he loves to give his partner little trinkets.
Lucio
Quailty time is his big one. You could be having a day thats packed with a thousand things or a day that's just led on the couch together listening to music. Both are just as good and mean the world to him. Just be there with him and heâll have a smile on his face.
Moira
Acts of service Moira is a complicated but also simple in her needs. Words with no weight mean nothing, gifts are worthless. Sheâs so self sufficient she doesnât need much. But if a coffee showed up on her desk unprompted or a stack of paperwork gets tidied up to make her life a little easier? She wonât voice how much it means to her, but youâll start to notice the same level of sneaky kindness in return.
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WOW, itâs been years since Iâve done a Overwatch post! And so many new characters! But my fave, my newest boi, needs some serious love!Â
Pairing: Ramattra x reader
Genre: General Fluff
Word Count: 998
Summary: Some long headcanons about Ramattra and you <3
Theme Song:Â Josh Groban - All I Ask of You (Duet with Kelly Clarkson)
Never. Ever. Did Ramattra think heâd have a human who was as  important as his mission; maybe even a bit more.
Heâs not sure what to do with a human who wants to aid him, truely, and little alone a human who wants to be close. Closer then what is wise
You confessed your feelings to him in a heated passionate debate between the two of you, and he wasnât sure where to go from there. In fact, he left that scene without a word.
Heâs afraid of how it will affect you; if youâd want to take that chance with him after he wordlessly backed out.
But Ramattra canât help the feelings that stir in his core, the flashes of emotions that spark his joy and taint his resolve.
He cares. He loves. And heâs terrified.
Heâs very much âthe pot calling the kettle blackâ when speaking to Zenyatta about you; given what heâs said about Genji.
âHuman Petâ, that's what Ramattra called the cyborg ninja. And while the title was still accurate in Ramattraâs opinion, Zenyatta did make a point to have that phrase brought to light.
âTo put those we care about in such positions and titles does little to settle the soul, my brother.â Said Zenyatta. âGenji is my student, my charge, my friend. He is like my child, as you are my brother. I care for him ⊠as you do Y/N.â
âHow ⊠how do you do it?â Rammattra snarled. âHow can you ⊠accept these feelings, accept ⊠them? I ⊠I donât know how.â
Zenyatta is the only being heâd ever share this with; these feelings.
The emotions make Ramattra feel weak, but in the best way possible.
There is the shame, the doubt, and anger - Anger at you for your kindness and true heart. Anger at himself for letting his mask fall away from leader to lover. And his most bitter anger was saved for the universe for making you and him two different peoples. If you were an Omnic, things wouldâve been so much easier.
âAh, but therein lies a Challenge and the truth.â Zenyatta perks up ever so, a smile in his voice. âYou do so much enjoy a challenge. If Y/N were so easy to obtain, to love and cherish, do you think youâd care so much? Yes, you would still care, but to love someone so different than yourself? That, my brother, is the challenge. And the truth, well, love is worth fighting for. As you love your people ⊠open your arms to them. Heh, you do have so many arms.â
Rammattra growls. âDonât poke at my abilities. I-! âŠâ He sighs. âWhat shall I do?â
âGo to them, speak to them, and see where this bond takes you both. In times like these, in such darkness and night, it is good to find the joy and light in our lives. There is balance, you just need to know where to look.â
Rammattra takes a few days to come back to you at your small workshop, where you spend your time repairing Omnics or making small gadgets. You sometimes even make small toys for the local impoverished children, and he finds you in the middle of making a small metal bird.
He watches from the shadow of your doorstep as you click the last metal plate into place and the small robotic thing comes to life. You giggle as it chirps out a gentle song, a melody, and he knows it. Itâs from an old human musical, something about a masked man and a beautiful opera singer.
The bird takes flight and you stand up from your workbench, waking the small masterpiece flutter in freedom before landing onto his shoulder.
âOh!â You gasp and your smile drops; with a single hand moving to cover over your heart - as if to stop the beating organ from escaping its ribbed cage.
âY/N, I ⊠I return.â
âI see that.â You frowned but not out of anger, concern, and you slowly approached. âAre you alright? Y-You didnât answer my call.â
He sighs and takes a ginger step forward, looming over you, his small human, with his towering Omnic height. âForgive me. I needed time to think. Time to think about ⊠us.â
You raised your brows and waited.
He said us. No turning back now. Ramattra began to speak, but the birdâs melody picked up and you both looked to the singing metallic beauty. It sang and in those charming notes, Rammattra knew what to do.
He hummed as he closed the space between the two of you, taking your rough, worn hands into his own, and he began to lead a gentle dance.
You blushed, letting him lead, and your wonderful and warm smile spreads across your shapely lips.
And what made your heart sore is when he began to sing ⊠âSay you'll share with me one love, one lifetime. Say the word and I will follow you.â
You are so eager and giddy to join in, and your voices meld into perfect harmony; the light, the dark, the good, and bad of both. âShare each day with me. Each night, each morning.â
You take the soft solo - âSay you love meâŠâ
Rammattra leans in gently, his voice almost broken as he whisper-sings his response âYou know I do ..â
You both meet in the mighty crescendo; not caring if your voice also brakes in pitch as tears run down your beautiful facial features. Your passion makes his circuits heat and coils burn.  âAnywhere you go, let me go too! Love me, that's all I ask of you âŠâ
The bird stops its chimes, and you embrace one another in soft touches and delicate kisses; tenderly seeking one another in the afterglow of the song.
Hm, maybe bastion had it right keeping around a bird; at least in some regard.
And furthermore ⊠maybe having a human pet wouldnât be so bad afterall.
For the requests, how about Hanzo realizing he's in love with female love interest? owo if that is alright
Uff, I havenât written anything for a long time for Overwatch. So sorry, if it is rather short x
- He would realize it totally random. You would say something or do something and while watching you, he would freeze, totally lost in the moment and painfully realizing that he absolutely loves you
- He would still act normal around you. You would not notice any difference.Â
- But the others would notice. Hanzo would always look at you, would secretly show any males that are looking at you that you belong to him and would listen to you, even when you would ramble about everything and nothing.
- It would take a long time until he would really show his interest in you. Hanzo would doubt himself a long time and would think that he does not deserve any love, but after some serious talk with Genji, he would ask you for an date.Â
Hereâs a warm up for the first post of the blog! Seems a appropriate to start with an oldie but a goodie.
Genji
In the beginning heâs not too keen about the idea of kissing at all.
It isnât just because of the insecurities he feels exposing more sensitive areas of his body such as his face, heâs become more at peace with those demons.
Itâs mostly due to the fact the kissing spurs up old memories of his, as he sees it, misspent youth.
Heâd drive any young girl or guy crazy with the way his lips and tongue could move.
Unfortunately for his present self, this means a flood of shame and regret washing over him at the mere thought of something as intimate as kissing
The poor man is so out of practice, and these feelings of embarrassment really havenât stirred up since starting a relationship with you.
There hasnât been much time in between his soul-searching and land wandering to reminisce on old habits
He knows that heâs being selfish with his own desire to stave off of kissing, if only for a little while longer.
This only worsens the resentment he harbors as now guilt clashes into him as he knows heâs denying you something that any romantic relationship should have.
It may take time, patience and reassurance on your part, and some initiative as well.
However, eventually Genji will lull back into a rhythm heâs know before when kissing you.
The first few kisses are stilted and mechanical, going through the motions like he did when relearning to walk again after his revival from the brink of death
Much like his first steps as a cyborg as well, your kiss a slow and steady process of bringing his heart and affection back to life.
Eventually, overtime after many practice trials, the kisses become more frequent, more confident, and more passionate than before.
Genjiâs kisses taste of silicon and metallic fibers that try to pass as human flesh, however itâs not unpleasant as you know the man behind them is dedicated in having each of these moments be as pleasurable as possible for the both of you.
There is a sweetness when you happen upon real skin, savoring the feel and taste.
His plastic portions have lingering flavor of the foods he ate recently, which can result in tasting the sweetness of any desert, the tang of sour dishes, or even the spice of peppers and other spices.
It also results in him not having pleasant breath at some points, which becomes an embarrassment for him to which you reassure him of it.
It can even, later on, lead to some moments of giggling between the two of you.
Kissing then becomes an action Genji looks forward too from now on, as you and him have crafted new memories with you that have outshined the old.
Yo Cliches is so good I'm super excited to see where you take it keep up the awesome work! (I'm curious once you finish are you gonna do more cliches? Cause I'd love to see some awkward sexual tension bed sharing)
Send my an ask or an instamessage and let me know what tropes/cliches you would like me to write in the future! If i get enough, Iâll make a poll for everyone to vote and the highest will be the next one, the second highest will come after that and so on
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I shall do some little scene for this one! Gender-Neutral Y/N for this one~
Ramattra is a sort of person that appears to expect perfection. But honestly - He appreciates those who make faults and are willing to learn, to change. You make a lot of mistakes, you have faults, you trip up and are sort of clumsy ⊠but you get up each time. He admires your persistence and your willingness to learn each time you slip up.
Now, donât get him wrong - Youâre Human, so it is hard at times to show this admiration, but he tries in the quiet moments you share - Like sitting under stars as he holds you to his chassis, and for a few hours under the glittering twilight, he lets a human nearest to his core; close to one of the few places not yet ruined by the faults of humanity.
In one of those moments, with the two of you stargazing together, and as he is bandaging your hand from a nasty burn you received earlier, he remarks softly with a half-humored question.
âAre you clumsy on purpose, y/n?â
âWhat?â You retort with a half-smile. âUm, I donât think so? I just kindaâve always had butter-fingers.âÂ
âYour butterfingers have resulted in a very nasty burn this time. One that I may not have had the ability to handle.â
âHeh, is that the great Ramattra saying heâs worried?â You raise a brow and he looks down in your direction.Â
âYouâre deflecting the question, y/n.âÂ
âEh, think of a better question and I may answer.â You smirk and with his free hand he ruffles your hair. You chuckle at his stern grumble. âYou big softy.âÂ
He canât help but find your laugh, like a chime and soft song, wonderful. âAnd you are my little clumsy one. But in all seriousness, please do be careful next time.â
âI will.â
âPromise?â
You tilt your head to one side, taken back for a moment by the firmness in the request. No, that wasnât a request; not a question. Your smile drops vaguely as he moves to place your burning, throbbing palm to his face-plate; and it feels so good, so cool, to your hurt hand.
âPromise me.â He speaks again; his voice a soft demand.Â
Welp, I think this one is gonna be more then a one shot XD
You were one of the most single-handedly annoying Humans Ramattra had to endure, and given all of Humanity was on his knivesâ edge, that was saying something. He had his mission, his war, his duty to all Omnic kind, and you as a Talon agent were making this muddled - A Human who was an ally, even if it was hesitantly so.Â
Those who worked with the organization were a colorful bunch, some fatalistic and grim, and then others were like you with your flashy attitude and manic personality. Sombra and you were in that same vein, snarky and short, but you were different enough to stand out from the hacker by coming to Ramattra on your downtime. Where Sombraâs RnR was spent on her various data collections and pulling threads behind a monitor, you spent your time pestering the Omnic leader.
Your particular flavor of pestering Ramattra was your vocal mimicry, hence your code name âMimicâ. You loved to use his voice against him.
Ramatraa read your file, he knew it was a Blackwatch raid on your small town that caused you to loathe the sham that was Overwatch, and you had to survive a traumatic childhood by mimicking everything around you. You could be disguised as anything, from a dog limping down the street to a trash bin dumped over on the side of the road, and through this unique skill you would steal food for other orphaned kids in your town ⊠or youâd pilfer heavy munitions for rebel cells. You were a survivor, durable and capable, and slightly insane. You had to be if you kept pestering him so often.Â
You caught him several times when he was leaving meetings with the other Talon top-brass, appointed his escort to and from his ship, and would poke and poke and poke:
âSo, got any plans to make people suffer as you have suffered today?â You asked with half of your voice being your own, and the other more embolden part being his tone repeated back to him. Uncanny.Â
He tried to ignore you, walking onward as you trailed behind; sights set forward to his docked ship.Â
âOh come on, donât leave me hanging!â Your smile was too wide for his taste.
He growled. âSurely you must have some task other than to bother me, Human.âÂ
âOh, ouch, are we back to that sort of name calling, Omnic?â You frowned with a mischievous eye roll. âCome on, give me something to work with besides your broody mode. A laugh, a joke!â
âYou are a joke.â Was his quick spitted response, and he felt rather juvenile after letting it out.
âAgain, ouch.â You chuckled and he watched from the edge of his vision as your smile faded ever so. âHow about this then - When youâre in a better mood, and if you have free time, come find me?â
Ramattra paused in mid step and snapped his head down to look at you. âAnd why would I seek you out?âÂ
âCause Iâm charming and fun to be around.â Your smile grew in full force; hands on your hips and head held high.Cocky and confident.Â
The Omnic aimed to give another quick retort, a quick bit of his words, but he faltered. Thatâs what you wanted from him, banter and conversation - You were collecting more of his voice. And for what end? You were using him, just as how he was using you.Â
âEnough of you, Mimic.â Ramattraâs tone was deep, level, and it made your stomach churn. His red glowing gaze was intense and you felt your grin falter once more. âBe gone and find your sport elsewhere. I have no interest in mingling with the likes of you.âÂ
âLikes of me? W-Whatâs that-?â
âYou are an adventitious tool for Talon and nothing more. You are barely subpar above the hacker and sniper, nowhere near important enough to be mentioned by your leaders, and your only real task is playing babysitter to someone who could crush your skull in with a flex of my palm. It is trivial and a token task given to placate someone as desperate as you.â The Omic turned away from you and kept walking to the ramp of his waiting vessel, leaving you in your spot.Â
Your feet refused to move and you couldnât find any words.Â
âKeep that in mind when you try to talk to me as if we are equals.â Was Ramattraâs last comment as he ducked out of sight, and you stood frozen as his ship flew away into the early eveningâs orange sky.
- - -
The last meeting with the Omnic got to the ears of Reaper, with some deck crew tattle-telling on you, and the masked man gave you a mouthful of not so passive threats to back down ⊠and a new assignment that would take you away from Talonâs HQ for sometime. Talon couldnât risk pissing off Null Sector, not for the amusement of a mid-range agent like yourself.
You were assigned to the ass end of nowhere, at a monitoring station high in the mountains of the western United States, where Talon was piggybacking off official comms channels around the world. You were set in charge of a small team that was meant to monitor air traffic and report anything useful. You were essentially tossed to the side, put in time out, and your skills and true talents left unused for months.
To anyone else, theyâd have probably been pissed off and brooding about the new job, but you had been discarded before many times, lonely and forgotten, that this was a walk in the park. You had learned to mimic contentment, to fabricate joy, and masterfully masked your hurt emotions with diligence to your task. This was all first nature to you, with the founding blocks of your skills set by a little kid who had to fake it till they made it. You remembered a time where you had to literally mimic the sound of a dying bunny to lure in a starving cat, a fine meal you caught with your bare hands; just barely above the age of ten.Â
You were so alone, so sad, and scared.
In all your bravado and flashy facade, you had thought that maybe Ramattra would understand what it meant to feel alone; given his situation. You couldnât imagine the weight on his shoulders, his task was unique to him alone, but you could still sympathize. And you dared that maybe, just maybe, you told yourself, if you could make him âsmileâ there was hope that neither of you would be so lonely.
But alas, he pushed you away. Red tape was laid out and you were officially told to back off.
That didnât stop you however from using the monitoring station to your own ends.
You had your own hacking subroutines that Sombra didnât have access to, your own unique flavor of single mimicking, and you easily tapped into Null Sector and Talon communications. You at first used your connection to pinpoint where joint operations were held, then you would figure out who was in command and leading the missions, and eventually you got access to an areaâs security system and watched the battles from the comfort of your desk via CCTVs. And unabashedly, you were keen on watching Ramattra work out in the field.Â
You watched how dominating Ramattra was on the field, and was fascinated with how precise his attacks were. His defensiveness was calculated, his offense ruthless, and he would annihilate his enemies with efficacy. You couldnât help but find yourself mimicking his voice and actions in the comfort of your room, playing out fighting along his side and working out in your head how you could aid the Omic in battle. You found yourself roleplaying as well, making fake conversations back and forth with his voice and your own in your throat. Silly things, funny things, a side of Ramattra you were making up in your spare time.Â
You imagined him congratulating you on a task well done, complimenting you on your fighting style, and after a few close calls in combat, finally him taking that offer on spending time with you. But in reality, you were talking to yourself, sitting in a barely lit room and dreaming of something that would never come to be. It was pathetic. The solitary time in the mountains was getting to you, and you knew that there was a line between boredom and obsession.Â
On the morning you set out to end the little spy network on Ramattraâs missions, you noticed something interesting stirring in the signals codding. The Omnic and a few other Talon agents were set out on a stealth mission to steal a payload out from Overewatchâs nose, and where Sombra was there to hack her way through doors and watch through the buildingâs cameras, you caught signs of another personâs work doing the same thing you were doing. They were mimicking Sombraâs signal and watching everything she was doing. You watched from a third eye position as Sombraâs attacks were being counter blanched, no doubt by someone in Overwatch, but you couldnât act - Or else youâd be found out. It was one thing to have a little network insight like you had, and another thing to be found out.Â
You could get into real trouble, like the sort that left a bullet in your brain knowing Talon, but as you watched the mission go to shit, as you saw Ramattraâs shield being beaten down again and again, all thoughts for self preservation fell away.Â
âFuck it.â You snarled under your breath and got to work. Your signal turned onto the Overwatch line and began to attack it from the preverbal backdoor in a sparking battle; counter-acting every move it tried to do, by acting as stray code within its own network. You began to cause internal damage into the Overwatch hackerâs routine, mimicking your way in and out of its trappings to have the program destroy its own code. Â
The actions caught Sombraâs attention as she was trying to open a door for escape, a weird glare set to her features. âWhat the-?!â
âSombra, the door!â Reaper shouted out between shotgun blasts.
âYeah yeah, Iâm getting there - Finally!â She barked back with a sudden smirk as the doors flew open.Â
âWhat took so long?â Widowmaker asked through the commlink, snipping off targets from above.
âEh, someone in Overwatch was being fancy. But - âŠâ Sombra stood up and dashed through the door; leaving her remark unfinished. The others followed behind her, with Ramattra pulling in the rear as he used his tanky tactics to cover the retreat.Â
Reaper hummed and looked to Windowmaker, who had joined the escape from the shadows of a corner and a glare was set to her cold, blue features.Â
You watched the interactions going down, heard every word, and both you and Sombra knew that; she knew you were watching and listening now. The hacker was the closest thing you had to a âfriendâ within Talon, and you knew while sheâd try to not toss you under the bus, she might not have the choice; self preservation. But you couldnât help but feel sudden burning guilt as Reaper and Widowmarker set their eyes onto Sombra. They had their suspicions on her already, you knew that after the failed assassination a few months back, and this could be the perfect opportunity to get her. And by âgetâ, they could easily kill her if they wanted.Â
You couldnât hide. Your shame of spying on Ramattra was meager compared to seeing Somrba get shot down. Your own self preservation was tossed out the window in a foolish flick of our comm into their joined link.Â
âWelcome to Talon Airlines, this is Mimic, and Iâll be your pilot this evening!â Your voice mimicked that of a cherry commercial pilot, masterfull masking your nervousness. The group took a collective halt, stunned for a moment, but none of you had time to talk or argue. âIf you could kindly get going? I canât copy their single for too much longer and Sombra needs to get out of there before the whole compound goes into lock down.âÂ
Wordlessly the team booked it for the exit, with Sombra leading the way to freedom as you battled on; holding the line. You managed to lock and close doors behind the fleeing troupe, blocking Overwatch agents from getting to them at every turn. You watched as the Talon transporter came flying down to pick up the team, with Ramattra taking a quick glance at a security camera. You watched his crimson glow lingered into the feed, and even as he ducked out of sight and into the safety of the ship, you could feel the red flare burned into your gaze; with no amount of blinking being rid of the speckles in your eyesight.Â
You were so fucked.
---
Ramattra stood to one side of the debriefing room, silent and arms crossed, and he was impressed by how you held your ground while Reaper drilled into you. You didnât flinch, didnât show emotion. But it couldnât last; you were only Human, after all. Sombra was brought in as well, the two of you getting an earful, but the masked-manâs ire was majorly on you. Rightfully so, of course.Â
You were spying on special operations of some of Talonâs highest ranking agents, and that would've gotten any other soldier a death sentence. Your only saving grace was that you never recovered what you saw. And with Sombraâs input, it was understood your system was nearly flawless. The hacker would have improved things here and there, a few tweaks into your algorithm, but it was enough passive praise to get Reaper to cool down.Â
And then there was Doomfist. He was as quiet as Ramattra during the entire interrogation, and only spoke after Reaper had stepped back from your person. Reaper was the gun and Doomfist was the person who couldâve pulled the preverbal trigger.
âAgent Mimic.â Akande began, his baritone voice calm as he was reading over a datapad. Ramattra recognized the passing words on the pad as your personal file, specifically the disciplinary record section. It was a clean slate.Â
âYes, Sir?â You asked at full attention.Â
âI shall make this simple.â Doomfist put down the datapad onto a nearby table and began to walk his way around the room, slowly making it to your side. Ramattra was reading your vitals and while you were keeping collected on the outside, your heart rate was steadily rising. âWhile you have been a loyal soldier to Talonâs cause, and resourceful tool, and have skills Iâd hate to see wasted ⊠Youâve made yourself a loose thread, one that has no damaging repercussions if I decide to have you removed. Do you understand?âÂ
You nodded. âYes, Sir.â
âGood.â Doomfistâs large gauntlet, with its golden fingers and heavy metal, was delicately laid upon your thinly padded shoulder. He held firm and Ramattra could see in your hardened stare a small spike of emotion breaking through.Â
Fear.Â
Ramattra could feel his system whirr alive from within his chest cavity, a fan kicking in to dispel a heat he hadnât felt till that moment.Â
âVery good.â Doomsift gave your shoulder a pat before he moved the heavy hand from your body, and your heart race quickened at the lack of his touch. Silent as the night, the tall Human walked back to the head of the table and sat down in a blackened swivel large chair. He sighed and closed his eyes, thinking.Â
Reaper shifted his weight from side to side, waiting.
Sombraâs sharp eyes were fixated on Mimic, then onto Ramattra for a brief moment.Â
âRamattra.â Doomfist spoke and his golden gaze shifted to the Omnic. âIf Agent Mimic was in your charge, how would you proceed with discipline?âÂ
Your eyes shifted to him, your fear growing cold in your once bright eyes that teased him with his own voice months ago, and Ramattraâs fan kicked up a level in intensity. You were breaking, as any Human would do in time. There was something undeniably egotistically uplifting at knowing your fate was dependent on his word; something cruel and bitter. Mondattaâs words of compassion echoed within Ramattraâs mind, a failure of a lesson, and it was one he swore never to head again.Â
And yet.Â
Ramattra uncrossed his arms and reached for his staff, with long metal fingers curling about the weaponâs shaft as he hummed a thought. âWere this left to me? This tool is still usable, even in such a blunder.âÂ
Your eyes never moved off Ramattra as he continued. âAgent Sombra has given her account on how Mimicâs network was undetectable, to herself and to Overwatch until the big reveal. With some reworking, and with proper guidance, this tool can be repurposed.â
Doomfist hummed deeply. âTo be repurposed, a novel idea. And if I were to offer Mimic into your service?âÂ
The Omnic didnât trust Doomfist as far as he could throw him. This was a trick. âI would decline.â
âI see.â Doomfist sighed. The tone was set and Mimicâs fate was sealed.
Unless Ramattra acted quickly. But did he want to? It was no secret you were using your network to watch him, an unspoken thing said in the report and after a quick dissection of your data. Why were you watching him? What did you want? Were you seeking the thrill of an obtuse fetish? Trying to gather information on Ramattra that could bring him down? Were you secretly working on the derivative of Talon? There were too many questions.
And thankfully for you, Ramattra wanted answers.Â
âHowever,â Ramatta took a step forward, using some of his massive form to block you from Doomfistâs gaze. Your heart was accelerating at every passing second and there was a mild thrill for Ramattra in your panic. âIf Mimic was to choose to transfer to my retinue, I would see this repurposing done. Personally.âÂ
âYou believe they have a choice?â Doomfist raised a singular handsome brow.Â
âI do. They can either accept the transfer,â Ramattra and everyone turned their attention to you, and he watched as you swallowed hard. âOr they die. There is no use in vague threats over their life now. They understand ⊠donât you, Agent Mimic?â
Your throat was so dry that it burned like a sunburn. You rolled your tongue behind closed teeth, trying to find some saliva for reprieve, but there was none. There was only one answer you could give.Â
---
And that is how you ended up as the only Human in service of Null Sector, a Talon lesion for Ramattraâs personal use; half hacker and half confidant. Ramattra used your mimicry to every advantage, both in the physical sense and in data collection. You were given quarters deep within the recesses of his primary base, where the sun barely showed and work was grueling. But you were at least alive. You would adapt to your new life (for however long it lasted), as you had so long ago as a child. You swore to yourself to thrive, to make yourself useful, and to survive no matter what suffering the world would toss upon you.Â
And of course, you wouldnât let your flare fade away, not all the way at least. You just had to go about it differently then you had before. The first rule change was to not piss off Ramattra. The second was to not get caught.
So when you felt the need to speak to yourself, you did so in your room. You couldnât hold back those ticks for sassy conversation. Using his voice, however meager and in private, provided some aspect that you still had free will in your new life.Â
âDid you think me forgiving?â You asked yourself in Ramattraâs voice.Â
âNo, Sir.â You responded with a smile. âI think you are a dick.âÂ
âYou dare?!â Ramatraââs voice scoffed in your throat. âYouâll pay for that, little one.âÂ
âOh, little one~? Donât make a promise you canât keep âŠâ You blinked at that and felt your face flush. That came out of nowhere, and it was extremely unhealthy. Creepy and gross, even. You cleared your throat and reached for a cup of water, sipped it to soothe the ache from copying Ramattraâs deeper voice.Â
âIâm fucking weird.â You chuckled at yourself nervously and got back to work, typing away at a report.
Meanwhile, from across the base, a solitary Omnic was in his workshop with an array of monitors before him.Â
Ramattra knew your first task when setting up your room would be to weed out any listening devices and cameras, all which you found with ease ⊠save one. But itâs location he kept to himself, for now.
You werenât the only one who was capable of mimicking.
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