I haven't written in almost a year. But I guess I was in a mood again so here we go, enjoy the midnight scribbles.
You lay in the soft king sized bed and watch as he goes over the mission reports and plans. It's rare that he let's you near anything related to Null Sector - stated that it would only put you in unnecessary danger. It appears that he, too, has missed you're company.
While the silence between you is comfortable, you find yourself restless and nervous yet again.
The question has been bouncing in your head for quite some time now. Three and a half months to be exact.
You taste it in your mouth, and feel the weight of it in your heart.
But you'll never know if you don't ask.
"Do you want to get married?"
You try to throw the question in the air with the same tone of voice you'd ask about the weather. It's a good performance, really, considering your how much of a nervous wreck you are.
With equal amount of casualness, Ramattra doesn't even look up from the reports.
"Do you need a piece of paper and a ring as a proof that I care?"
It's not said with any bite. You know he cares about you - the trust and vulnerability he's shown you are more than enough proof. The indirect rejection still leaves a bitter feeling though.
Your relationship was unconventional and nowhere near perfect, but you knew your heart. And that heart wanted only him.
"I'm being serious, Ramattra."
He pauses and actual thinks about it for a moment. Marriage didn't mean much for omnics, you supposed, but it meant a lot to you. You hope it meant at least something to him.
After a minute of silence, one that really felt more like an eternity, he offers you a proper answer.
"You know we can't do that. The marriage rights of omnics are... Nonexistent in most countries."
He adds as an afterthought: "and I am a globally wanted terrorist.
"Even if I did find someone willing to wed us, it would be too much of a risk."
It was an expected answer. The logical one. Not the one you were hoping for.
"I understand. It wouldn't need to be anything big or official. Even just the two us..."
You wave your hands as if they could better explain it. The floor tiles seem so much more interesting than his intense gaze on you.
"I'm not looking for proof. I know. It's meant to be symbolic. I want to spend the rest of my life with you, and I suppose it's a bit silly and sentimental to need a ceremony to-"
"I will have it arrenged," he humms.
Just like that?
"Is month enough time for you to prepare?"
You nod, not trusting your voice to carry the weight of emotions.
Ramattra seems satisfied with this exchange and returns back to his previous activity. You, one the other hand, smile like a teen who just scored a date with their crush.
You're getting married in a month.
Then a bubbly feeling that starts from your stomach and spreads through your limbs leaves you shaking on the soft bed. Ramattra looks back at you with a tint of worry as you giggle like possessed.
"Is there something funny about this? Are you... alright?"
You stiffle the giggles enough to answer: "Well, usually marriage proposals are a bit more grander than that."
"Ah."
He shuts the data pad and walks over to your shared bed. You sit up, expecting him to sit with you for some well deserved cuddles.
Instead shifts awkwardly to kneel in front of you. Even when you're sitting on the bed while he's on the floor the height difference has you tilting your head up slightly.
He takes a hold of you hand, as gentle as always, and seems to merely admire it for a moment.
"I know I'm not the most... conventional boyfriend, and I don't want you to settle with less than what you're worth."
"Ramattra, you're more than I could ever ask for-"
"Let me finish." He stops your interjection before you can continue.
"I want to make this work. I have not cared for anyone, human or omnic, as much as I care for you. You have taught me how to love, and for that I am forever grateful. "
There is ever so slight tremble in his voice. His thumb traces softly along your hand and he looks at you with so much love you think your heart might burst.
"Our lives are short, will you share yours with me?"
But I do (You don't need me pt. 2) - Ramattra x reader
Part 1
As much as I love angst, I went for a bit happier ending today :)
A quiet knock on the door wakes you up. You don't have to guess to who it is.
Usually you'd rush to greet him, but right now? You barely find the energy to get up.
It had been three days since you left. Three miserable days of crying and screaming, cold showers and now bland comfort foods.
Ramattra was your everything. Still is, you won't let yourself go back when he speaks to you that way. That much you owed yourself.
Another knock, a bit louder this time.
After that it's eerie quiet, which means he's probably waiting for you to answer. How was he so sure you even were here?
"Give me a moment," you sigh and drag yourself up. Your reflection in the mirror has dark eye bags and messy, unbrushed hair. Washing your face didn't do much, you still looked like a zombie.
The door clicks open at your command. You force a smile when your eyes lock with his optics.
"What do you want?"
Your strained voice is like ice water poured on him. Not that he had any right to complain, you were more than justified in your anger.
"I'd like to talk." He motions inside, asking for permission. His voice is steady and calm, but stiff movements give away his anxiousness.
You open the door. Some part of him finds solace in the fact that you're at least willing to let him into your space. Other feels worry for seeing you in such a state.
"Go on."
"I wanted to apologize." His voicebox clicks, and you wait patiently while he finds his voice again.
"I was wrong. I shouldn't have said any of those things."
"No, you shouldn't." It comes out more aggressive than you had intended, but you don't back down.
"That was not what I truly think of you. You are one of the most brilliant people I've met, and I really should be grateful to have you by my side."
With utmost gentleness he takes ahold of your hands.
"I let my anger and frustration cloud my judgment. I know it's not an excuse, but I will do better." He wavers, looking for an answer in your eyes. "If you'll let me that is."
You know his apology is sincere. Ramattra looks like he's ready to beg for your forgiveness if that's what it takes. And you do want to forgive him too, but letting go wasn't so simple.
"I think I need some time for myself right now," you say hesitantly. It takes more willpower than it should to not tag a 'sorry' at the end.
"I understand." He lets go of your hands and turns away, but his figure lingers in the doorway. "I will wait for you, you know where to find me when... if you're willing to give me another chance."
You give him a light nod before he leaves, and then the room is quiet again.
Thousand thoughts rage a storm in your head. Memories from happier times, before you'd even thought about the liberation, of long nights when you counted stars and fell asleep in each other's embrace...
You've missed him far longer than those three days.
Right now, a meditation would help to clear your head. And then, you'll give him one more chance. That much you owed for both of you.
Short fic about how he feels about touch. In case the title is misleading, it's sfw.
Ramattra did not like being touched, especially not by humans. He had long ago lost count of the times he'd been hit, dismantled or defaced by them.
Though usually they had the mind to steer clear of the Ravager - even his own people avoided him.
Except you.
A foolish little human who treated him with such gentleness and care he didn't know existed before.
When you first met he didn't think much of you. You were simply another human, albeit a bit more bearable to be around than most.
He was surprised when he noticed that you weren't showing any signs of fear or distaste towards him. Out of curiosity he started interacting with you more, and that's when he found that he actually enjoyed your company.
He could spend hours just sitting and talking with you. You didn't judge him for what he was, so he tried to do the same for you.
It was nice to have someone to talk to.
You meditated with him, and in exchange he'd partake in your hobbies, even if he did find some of them rather human.
It was rare he could call someone a friend, but you certainly were one.
But at some point your relationship started to change. It happened slowly; you would sit closer to him and your touch would linger for a moment longer.
He started to feel this odd feeling whenever he was with you. It wasn't unpleasant, but he wasn't sure what to do with it.
Neither of you dared to give a name to what was happening in fear of breaking this delicate thing. Instead you let it develop on it's own, feeding and nurturing but never acknowledging it.
It was unlike anything he had felt before, and he became addicted to the way you touched him.
If he had a heart it would've skipped a beat whenever you asked to hold his hand. Some days you traced shapes to the pads of his hand, others you simply intervined your fingers with his.
Ramattra could barely feel the feather-light kisses you pressed to his faceplate - couldn't if it weren't for his heightened senses - but they still sent sparks through his circuits.
And sometimes, when he was working nights and days on his inventions, you'd sneak to his workshop. It was odd how you looked so tired then, like you hadn't slept properly without him next to you.
You'd reach your arms out to him and ask him to rest for a moment. Of course he'd remind you that he did not need to, not like a human would. He'd act annoyed, you're disturbing his work, yet he'd still end up taking a break anyway.
It was simply impossible to say no when your soft body leaned into him. His projects could wait a little longer if it meant he could enjoy your embrace in that moment.
It didn't matter how you touched him, as long as you did.
Ramattra wanted to reprociate all of it, and every step of the way his programming fought against him. Cold metal could never be as gentle and soft as your human hands, but he tried.
It took him long to get comfortable with touching you, always asking if you were okay with it or if you wanted him to stop. He was thankful for your patiance with him, and after months of reassurance he could pull you to his arms with ease.
But it still doesn't feel like enough. He wants to ask for more, to take you with him and latch onto the only hand kind enough to feed a starving stray.
This was already more that he deserved, but he can't help it, not when you're so willingly giving in.
No, Ramattra did not like being touched, yet he could never get enough of it.
You love him. His innovativeness. His calm and caring nature. Wit, sarcasm and unvavering determination.
Even the poison that festers in his metallic heart.
If you would've just seen it sooner, maybe then things wouldn't have gone this way.
A simple request that he would stop talking down to you is where it started.
"You think you should be paraded around because you're not as horrible as you the rest of your kind, is that it?"
"That's not what I mean and you know it."
The metallic ends of his cable hair click against each other when he turns around to look at you.
His shoulders tense and his fingers twitch. The air around you feels colder.
For someone with no facial expressions Ramattra was easy to read.
"Well that's what it sounds like." The words come out as a hiss, full of venom.
"You humans are always the same. You think you can do whatever you please," He takes a step towards you. "and we have to praise you for every good deed, no matter all the damage you do to everything around you."
Was it so really so wrong of you to ask for some recognition from your partner?
"I get that we've done some bad shit, and that I'm not perfect, but I feel like you don't value or respect me at all."
He makes a sound meant to imitate a scoff. That only fuels your frustration.
"You're being unfair. You know I gave up on everything I had. I left my previous life to help the liberation and to be here with you. You could at least show some gratitude."
For a moment there is silence.
His optics stare down at you. The imposing figure reminds you of why so many fear his kind.
"That was your choice, not mine."
"Ram-"
"If you don't have anything meaningful to say, leave. I have work to do."
He turns his back to you. Tears threaten to fall from your eyes and you swallow down the need to cry.
Sure, his hatred for humans is justified, but his anger towards you is not.
He used to be kind and patient. You believe that somewhere underneath all that pain and anger he still is, but the quest of liberation has made him cold and ruthless.
Or maybe that's what he's always been, and you have only looked through it with your rose-tinted glasses.
Deep breath,
in and out.
You're surprised at how calm and leveled your voice comes out.
"If that is what you wish, then I won't be bothering you again."
As you walk out you can hear him grumble something, make out enough words to know it is not something you want to know.
Hi! I read your post about Vox liking a calm and collected partner, so I wanted to request something related to that! So, reader (Fem, if you are okay with it!) is indeed a very calm person, and she also is very cuddly. She is feeling awfully lonely lately because Vox is very busy, so she approaches him quietly and wraps her arms around him looking for attention because she is too shy to ask. I would love to see some fluffy interactions between the two! Thank youuu
Vox x cuddly!shy!reader
Warnings: none, just good old fluff and cuddles
Word count: 637
Vox had always been busy, but lately it was like he wasn't home with you at all - he barely even came back to sleep.
Of course being an overlord and a CEO of the most successful business in the Pride Ring took a lot of work… But you can't deny that you missed spending time with him.
So, you decide to stop by the office. Bringing him a fresh cup of coffee gave you a perfect excuse to see him. It was convenient that he preferred to work alone, since that meant he wouldn't mind you visiting him while he was working.
You can hear him before you even reach his quarters. He's speaking with someone on the phone, and he sounds irritated. You can see in your mind how he grits his teeth, like he always does when he must talk to someone he doesn't like.
The coffee is placed on a table and forgotten. You stand by the door, admiring your lover while he paces around the room. You feel the need to embrace him, but you also don't want to disturb him.
When the call finally ends you quietly walk behind him and gently wrap your arms around his waist.
Vox hadn't heard your arrival and the sudden touch startles him, though he soon melts against you. Slowly his posture relaxes and the stress dissipates as you hold him.
"Missed me, didn't you doll?" He tries to sound nonchalant despite how he's leaning into your touch.
You hum and you snuzzle your face to the crook of his neck in response.
"I suppose I've been neglecting you lately," he sighs. You pull away so he can turn around. He looks tired, but there's also softness in his expression.
"I still have some work to do, but I guess a short break wouldn't be so bad."
No words are exchanged as you help him take off his jacket and loosen the bow tie that had been suffocating him all day. There's no hurry or hidden agendas in your touches, just a genuine intent to help him be more comfortable.
Afterwards he places a quick thank you kiss on your forehead. His hands take a hold of yours and he guides you to sit down on a couch. You settle in his lap and lay your head to his chest. The steady beating of his heart always felt calming.
He starts to run his fingers through your hair. It was astonishing how gentle he was with you, making sure his sharp claws would never nick your skin.
The feeling was soothing, and you can't find the power to keep your eyes open. It doesn't take long before you drift to sleep.
Vox debates on whether he should move you and continue working, but seeing how content you were made him stay. He did deserve a break anyway.
The serene moment gives him time to think, so he lets his mind wonder while he traces your features.
You don't know what time it is when you open your eyes again. You're wrapped in his arms and his hands rest on your back. He must have moved you to a more comfortable position at some point.
He doesn't miss the opportunity to tease you once he notices you're conscious again.
"Aww, look who's awake. I missed a meeting because of you, you know."
"Sorry, didn't mean to doze off. It's just been hard to sleep when you’re not around."
His arms tighten around you ever so slightly, as if he could bring you any closer. For a moment the two of you embrace each other in a comfortable silence.
The Vees - What I think their ideal partner would be like
A/N: These are just my opinions, so don't take them to heart if you disagree
Vox - Calm and collected
Vox has his hands full on trying to make sure Valentino doesn't cause a scene, he doesn't want to worry about having to babysit another partner.
He's prone to having his own outbursts from time to time whenever Alastor is brought up as well, so it wouldn't be bad to have someone who can calm him down before he can cause another blackout.
Somehow he's both overly confident and extremely insecure. Having a more laid-back partner would help balance out his moodswings.
Mutual trust is essential for at least somewhat healthy relationship with him. His partner will be the first person he goes to vent, and the only one he truly opens up to.
He won't stay with anyone who belittles him or makes him feel bad about himself, though constantly feeding his ego will also hurt the relationship in the long term. A partner who simply listens and accepts him is what he needs.
Valentino - Eccentric and unfazed
It doesn't matter what your relationship with Valentino is, he won't change his ways. You're either with him at the clubs or he's there without you.
He isn't looking for someone to reel him in, and sure as Hell won't take interest in someone trying to fix him or tie him down. He wants his partner to enable his behaviour.
Val would prefer a someone who's open to trying new things and is generally on the wild side. They can't get easily insecure or nervous in a more obscene setting, as that is his entire brand.
If you want him to treat you as someone equal you need to be able to deal with his outbursts. Whether that is by calming him down or encouraging him to go haywire on whoever dared to piss him off is your choice.
Velvette - Sassy and fun
Velvette needs someone who can match her energy. She's constantly sassing and cussing out people, and you won't be an exception. Her partner needs to be able to not only take it, but also dish out at the same pace.
As mean as she can be, she doesn't stand anyone else taking a shot at her partner. Insult to one of you is an insult to both of you, and she trusts you to take her side too.
She also wants her partner to be familiar with technology and social media, and prefers if you already have a good amount of influence. Anyone she considers too cringe or too old is out of the question.
As a fashionista and an influencer she wants her partner to be someone who is up to date with latest trends. Not necessarily another designer, but still someone with an eye for things like that.
He does so every morning when you're still half asleep and barely able to drag yourself to the kitchen. It's rare to find him there, he has no need for that kind of sustenance, but the warm drink is always freshly made for you regardless.
When you're both busy during the day he'll always find time to stop by to bring you a cup. He might stay for a moment with you too, though often there's no words exchanged as you sit in a comfortable silence.
On those evenings when you're drowning yourself in work he'll quietly place it on your desk, careful to not to disturb your focus.
And if your day has stretched all the way to night he'll offer you the drink along with a cozy blanket and some company.
You wonder it sometimes, why he does that. He can't drink anything, he's an omnic after all, and he surely knows you're capable of making it yourself. Yet he still goes out of his way to brew some just for you.
If you were to ask him why, he'd be amused at your question.
"You enjoy it, do you not?" he'd hum.
You will not get any more of an answer from him, so you resign on simply enjoying your drink. Ramattra has never been much of a talker anyway.
What you don't know is that that is precisely the reason he does it.
It is his way of letting you know that he thinks about you. You're on his mind from the moment the sun rises to till the moon has long ago climbed its way to the sky.
I thought about you today.
This reminded me of you.
I missed your company.
He does not have words to tell you, so he hopes that those small actions of love will show you that you truly do mean everything to him. Maybe the warmth of the drink will somehow convey that which he feels towards you.
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