Ramattra x Reader - suggestion/ idea
«The remain of shattered» (as I call it)
_The day you were presented to him he thought it was ironic, humiliating to "your kind" even: a human given to him for personal serves. Now, isn't it wonderful. The one of who were once "in charge" now stood below (how it was meant to be long time ago, he gloated).
_It was quet delightfull at the begining.
The way you never dared to complain or go against the said. No matter the mockery nor threat, you always stood in silence, tongue bitten, eyes shamefully (as he foolishly thought back then) fixed on the floor - never to look up if you're not ordered to.
_But time have passed. He started to realize how much power he has over you. So much.. too much.
_At first it was a simple comparing, an insignificant note to himself:
The way those other humans spoke, the way their faces twisted in fear or flew with happiness, how characters were seen in their simple chatting, how gestures and the moves expressed so much.
Yet, you always stayed the same.
Dull eyes of yours that never shared the same amount of joy, or saddness, or anger - anything so many others did. The never changing features of your face.. there was truly nothing capable of making them wince even slightes - the mighty fear of death herself was powerless against it. Meaningless.
_And that - though, never accepting the fact - was what started to scare him the most.
No matter the damage that pulled your body dangerously neer the edge, or amouts of blood seeking the way out of your flesh, you forced yourself to stand straight on those trembling legs, ready to take orders while still capabel of, while still conscious.
They all called it "the rightfull discipline".
Some scoffly, others with pure proud.
He called it madness.
For him that was no discipline if it made a person slaughter themself in attempt to obey. And he ..wished (?) he was exaggerating with this type of statement.
There never was a single doubt behind those voids of eyes when his hand squeeze your neck especially hard against the wall in one of his many tantrums. And not a single cry of pain after a few more words said wrong that caused you to bleed on the floor with the abdomen open by your own now bloody hands. Him standing there opposite watching the dark red puddles spread, still processing how fataly abstract his "order" was.
_Only then he understood how radical Talon was in relation to creating you.
_How wrong in many ways you are.
_How important his next actions will be.
I'm a big fan of reverse type of tropes and the swap vesion of "human teaches machine how to feel" lays PERFECTLY with this character.
I am going to add more to this little idea in other posts (hopefully..), but here is one important thing to know about the reader/ y/n: they are EMOTIONLESS here. They were taken by Talon and got experimented on almost the same way Amélie was once, but um lets just say they took it to the new level here. Cause, lets be real, Widowmaker is not really emotionless-emotionless if you know what I mean. Even if we don't take into account latest events, she was showing some sort of feelings from the start and it just DOES NOT work for me, okay?
Also, no, the shit that was done and still going on with reader/ y/n/ you(???, bare with me I'm sorta new at this) is not cool in any way. Those mf did a number on you and Ram has to deal with a sht ton of trauma (the reason behind his actions will also be told, but lets make it step by step, guys)
So, really hope some of you enjoyed it, will LOVE to hear your thoughts and suggestions.
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Rammatra, I'd call you a nickname but I feel like you'd hate that. Where's your home away from home these days? What's your relationship with Talon?
Ramattra: Yes. I would not enjoy that. I've dealt with enough 'nicknames' thrown at me to fill a lifetime.
My relationship with Talon is not something I would reveal on a whim. However, I can confirm that our goals are related and that they can be a useful asset to achieve my goals.
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