Ramattra with an Omnic so who wants to adopt an orphan human child? And how she would convince/how he would react? Pleeaaase?
hello! thank you for your patience and the intriguing request. i hope you enjoy reading, please take care.
note: fem. omnic reader.
genre: romantic, mentions of canon typical violence.
character: ramattra.
there’s nearly nothing left of this bustling cityscape.
the previous hordes of spiteful, weapon-welding humans have long since past, driven off by the sheer number of null sector soldiers sent shortly before his arrival. he listens closely to binary sounds of chatter over dozens of channels from each of his comrades, little more than a distraction from his true focus of finding omnic survivors to bring into comfort. handfuls of his brethren are brought out from beneath rubble and ruin, much hesitance in shaky steps, but at the sight of him do they finally accept well-deserved shelter. he counts them each by one, guiding gently their trembling bodies towards his airships that’ll carry them away to safety.
“those should be the last of us.” a soft timbre comes from behind him, cutting past all radio chatters. in an instant his attention is given you, his love who walks this path besides him. supported on your right limps another feminine omnic, a common model, clinging to you as if you both have always been good friends. the view brings his cynical soul delight; although his position requires a strong, hardened hand to make steady each move forward, yours is the warmth sorely needed to keep spirits high, to bring your people together to embrace as one. a balance made perfect between loves.
quickly does a soldier take your newly made friend off to join the other survivors, leaving the two of you alone once more.
“are you well, my soul?” his hand outstretches, awaiting yours to take it. “it appears our work here is done.”
your hand hovers over his, uncertain. he needs no brows to raise at you to know something deeper has rattled you.
“i’ve found someone else.” you say, vocals shifting too low. you bring your hands up to fold over your chestplate, as if a heart struck with nerves resides there. “you must lend me your ears, beloved.”
at first thought ramattra finds it a strange request, for you well know that all he is belongs to you alone. on his second, he realizes your true plight in how your gaze remains downward in deference of what news you bring—it is no simple matter.
his fingers tilt your chin upwards, a gentle admonition. “speak your heart.”
“perhaps it is better to show you.”
metallic hands clank in a clasp to lead him towards a dust ridden building, windows shattered and cement scorched by fire, caked in soot. ruined rocks scrape beneath his feet. a scurry of pebbles scatter every which way. ramattra scans the surrounding landscape with cautious curiosity, unsure of what exactly awaits him.
it is then he hears the babbles.
up ahead, his optics zero in on a shambled door hanging off its hinges. a faint heat signature glows from inside its inner room, seemingly floating midair. instinctively ramattra slows his steps, but your grasp encourages movement forward until he reaches the doorway, taking in what you’ve lead him into.
a broken, lightless omnic sits stiff as death up against the wall, their arms still positioned protectively over a cradle in their lap. not long ago were they a servant build.
the cradle rocks slightly, little movements from inside restrained only by the omnic’s steadfast embrace. the same babbles fill the air, louder this time, accompanied by the peek of teeny human hands reaching up towards the omnic’s face.
ramattra is silent.
your glance back at him is hesitant, your voice soft. “it’s just a little babe. it knows nothing of this world, except love for one of our people.”
his gaze captures yours, but still he speaks not. was he allowing you to convince him? did he want to hear your reasoning? your eventual plea? you take it as such.
letting free his hand, you sit besides the cradle and shift it around, where a tiny face hides beneath a lacy blanket, now sullied with dirt. big brown eyes blink up at you, and small brown hands reach up to grab hold your chin, undisturbed by the metallic chill you emit. a gummy smile and sweet coos replace its babbling. awe resonates in your circuits, having never been so close to a living being as tiny as this.
careful of its flesh, your fingers dip into its sides to lift it from its cradle, a hand moving to hold the back of its head forward when you noticed its neck wasn’t strong enough. even from inception were humans truly fragile. swathed in its blanket, the child fit snugly within your newfound embrace. your unblinking eyes observe its quiet acceptance, then turn to its first friend to thank them for their sacrifice, bowing your head to promise the same for the child in your care.
you turn to your beloved in the hopes of viewing the same in him.
still silent, he watches you approach him once more to present the child. his fingers flex around his staff, instinctively more so than threatening.
“it should be with its kind.” ramattra begins in a tone tense, but open to continuing. “would it satisfy you to return it to them safely?”
“but what if its kind tries to convince it of prejudice? or hides how their life was protected by one of our people? my love, it is at peace with us now. perhaps…perhaps i can nurture this acceptance throughout its lifetime.” you do not miss the sharp flick of his head.
“please, ramattra. i do not wish to show this child cruelty, unlike its kind towards us. i wish to teach it acceptance of what our future could be. if humans view how we care for it…” you run a finger down its chubby cheek, spark swelling at its blustering smile, “perhaps it is the key in changing their perception.”
he returns to his silence, however thoughtfully you hoped he’d be. leaning in slightly, he watches the calm within the child’s eyes as you touch it. it did not escape him that you’ve already imprinted a sense of protection over it. it stirred his spark, more so than he’d preferred, but ramattra trusted you. he knew your promise would remain eternal, just as he knew he could never deny you your way.
at last, he heaved a long sigh. “you may care for it as best as you see fit.”
your own sigh of relief lightens your shoulders, profuse gratitude coming in the form of soft, sparkling kisses to his faceplate. “oh, my love, thank you, thank you.”
ramattra allows himself the indulgence, if only briefly. once more he spares a glance at null sector’s unexpected survivor and finds a giggling expression greeting him this time. his hesitance remains, even as you coo and speak softly at the child like its mother. without another word he wraps an arm around your waist to guide you back towards the airship, having already stayed behind long enough.
it seemed another journey was about to begin.