I am a little rusty, this is the first piece I have written all year and I have been so sick. Just something to break the writer's block.
Ramattra x GN reader
After Null Sectors fall
SFW
He wasn’t pleased with you but from your limited interactions with the omnic, you’ve come to accept he wasn’t pleased with much. Even now as you helped him, his faceplate was angled at you, irritation rolling off him in waves. It was like you could feel the static of his loathing through every touch of your skin on metal. Still, you carried on, helping him like you said you would.
Defeated, disgraced and slightly dismembered. The once mighty and terrifying Null Sector leader was sitting in your garage as you worked on fixing him up. “Just say it,” you said, giving him a sideways glance as you tucked in another wire after fixing the casing of it. It was nothing you hadn’t heard from him anyway.
“This situation isn’t ideal,” Ramattra started and you felt your shoulders tense up, bracing yourself for the omnics barrage of insults. “But, I am grateful,” he looked away, out into the darkness of your garden, you sighed inwardly.
“Don’t mention it, if one human can prove to you we aren’t all shit heads, then I’ve done my job.” You heard him hmm in response, a distorted rumble. Not sure if he was considering your words or had already dismissed them. “I should have you fixed up by tomorrow. I’m worried about something though. I’ve worked on a few of your make, also talkative guys, and I don’t recognize some of these parts.”
Ramattra scoffed at your attempt at a joke, mildly curious how many of ravanger units you’d helped but didn’t wish to engage in your smart human mouth. He bristled at your observation. “I am modified, leave well enough alone.”
“Okay, but if I don’t get in there and fix that trigger you won’t be able to activate it, so stop being such a brat and let me get in deeper.” You sighed and backed away as he turned to stare at you. His faceplate may have been blank, yet his tone was irate at you insinuating he was a brat.
You listened to him, watched his exaggerated arm movements as he monologued for a little but honestly it was going in one ear and out the other as you picked up some tools. “So, want me to fix it?”
Ramattra let out a long mechanical sigh and nodded. “I would be grateful,”
You went to work, careful as you navigated new territory, his modifications unlike anything you had seen in prior Ravanger models. He couldn’t help notice the care and concentration in your movements. Your touch was soft, gentle, something he would never have expected from a human. Then again, the entire time you helped him, you were mindful of pain centers, kept a keen eye and ear for reactions. You were no different now, not even after he tried to chew you out moments ago.
He watched you, really paid attention to you. You weren’t ugly espically for a human. He enjoyed how you weren’t scared of him, even if it also irked him to his core. Feisty little thing he thought to himself as you fixed the issue… Pulling back, grease on your face.
“Done, you should be good to go. What does it do anyway?” you asked, curious. He just chuckled, a pleasing rumble in his chest as he stood up. Your eyes widened when huge arms appeared; he almost doubled in size. You fell back on the workbench. “Wow,”
“Does my new size not intimidate you?” he asked, tilting his head to one side, his smaller arms folded over his chest as he regarded you with curiosity. “If you were going to kill me, you’d have already done it,” you stated and he hmmmed in agreement before those huge additions became compact again.
The next few days, you tinkered with the omnic fixing every little thing you found or that he complained about. But you started to notice something. Every time you completed a task, he would find another thing ‘wrong.’ Almost as if he was trying to stay here longer with you.
He didn’t know why he was so drawn to you, at first it had been nothing but him simply needing repairs, that he’d had to push down his pride and disgust if he wanted to get back on his feet. He watched you, the way you moved, all your little mannerisms and being close to you felt strange, in a comfortable way. And it was driving him insane.
Sometimes you thought you imagined the way he would lean into your touch. Like right now, cupping his faceplate as you examined where his wires were fixed, he claimed some might have come loose. They hadn’t, but he needed your touch. The warmachine was melting against you.
His hands were gripping your hips, pulling you closer as he rested his forehead against your chest. You didn’t know what to do, his low rumbling sigh vibrated the fingers in his wires as you paused your check. You smiled and just let him hold you like this.
You let him take what he needed, comfort, closeness, a moment to feel, to let pain go and to drift away into a moment of peace. You didn’t mind, you ran a hand through the wires, gentle, comforting and you swore he mumbled an apology.
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the
Organization for Transformative Works
DISMANTLED CAUSE
Pairing: Ramattra x reader
Words: 10,096
Chapters: 1/1
Rating: Explicit
Ramattra has suffered a malfunction in a final stand for the futile pride of the Null Sector, and he oddly asks for his own deconstruction. His request confuses you, but who are you to deny the opportunity to get intimate with his mechanics?
