Yore Donatsu

Just like any other night, Ramattra would patrol the waters before sinking back down into the dark depths he calls home. It was a nightly routine, especially along the shoreline where mortals would play and whisper pleas to the ocean wind. He’d wade through the waters with stealth no human would ever match, traversing the salty shore without anyone noticing him - he had been doing this for eons, after all. 

Everything was in it’s place, the shoreline was undisturbed, the waters lapped at the sand and pebbles and the stars above glittered the oceans surface. The tide was out, much to Ramattra’s command, allowing the odd stray mortal and pet to run around without a care. It was calm, as was any night, really. And this bored the god more than he would like to admit. 

It was all the same. The same familiar faces, the same streetlights, same buildings… what a mundane world this has turned out to be, he thought to himself, casting one more look over the horizon before sinking into the depths once more. 

That was, until something smacked him on the back of the head. A pebble, perfectly rounded, began to sink beside him. The god almost growls, but, it wasn’t the first time, and he’s sure it won’t be the last. His optics remain on the pebble, watching it sink further before settling in the seabed along with thousands of others. 

Then, another stone narrowly misses him, following the same route down to the ocean floor. With an indignant sigh, he lets it go and continues back to his home, treading through the water with grace and speed. Things like that only annoyed the god, stupid mortal actions that rile him up, making his anger and irritation bubble. 

He’s forced to deal with these idiots, however. That was the price to pay for still living within the mortal world. He could’ve left years ago, many thousands of years ago, but something kept him tied to his home under the ocean darkness. He’s unsure as to what is keeping him here, but he’s vowed to stay until he figures it out. 

As the night goes by, his audio receptors pick up the incessant splashing of stones and pebbles. It must’ve lasted well over an hour, a constant splash, thwunk, and then the sounds of a rock sinking before hitting the seabed below. His irritation was reaching a limit. All he wanted to do was sit back in his throne, to relax for he night, before heading for a recharge. 

Another splash sees the omnic rise from his seat and almost march out of his palace, fins flared in anger. He was pissed. Nobody had ever been this annoying, not even the boats he had sunken and littered along the floor annoyed him as much as this. 

He stays close to the waters surface, waiting for another stone to hit the waves, but, it never comes. Silence fills his receptors. He thought he just had bad timing, that whoever was up there throwing stones had finally stopped the moment he got close, but, the muddled silhouette above still showed a mortal sitting on the rocks. 

Ramattra hesitates, moving around almost silently, wanting to get a better look. It’s late, nobody is out at this time of night unless… 

Another lost soul.

The omnic sighs, the irritation fading. He’s seen many throw their lives away to the ocean, and he’s done nothing to stop them. It wasn’t his job to stop people, afterall; his brother, Hades, needed a job, so in a way, he was helping his brother out in whatever morbid way he could. 

But, this time… it felt different. Something about this lonely mortal caught his attention. Something that the others did not have. He couldn’t quite place it, but something pulls him towards them. 

Ramattra rose from the waters a safe distance away, not wanting to scare this mortal off. He steps onto the shoreline, through the water lapping at the sand, cautiously approaching. 

“You will freeze if you stay out here.” He simply states. Usually, he’d be towering over any mortal in his path, going over who he is; “I am Ramattra, god of the sea, blah blah blah,” but, the way your back was hunched over, knees brought up to your chest and arms wrapped around them, causes him to change tactics just this once. 

“That’s the least of my worries.” You respond back, but the way your hands tug the jacket tighter around your body contradicted your words. 

Ramattra hesitates, stopping just short of you. He could see the tear tracks along your cheeks, the puffiness of your eyes, the soft sniffles that follow with almost every tremor of your body. 

“What is troubling you?” Part of him sounds uncertain of his own words, uncomfortable to being in his sort of situation. He wasn’t trained for this, he shouldn’t even be standing near you. 

You keep your gaze fixed on the ocean waves, listening to the sounds of the water. “Just leave me alone. I won’t be here much longer anyway.” 

Just the tone of your voice, the way you avoid his entire being, sends alarm bells ringing within his processor. Ramattra's optics flicker at your words, his demeanor growing more solemn. He was an egotistical god, but the idea of someone willingly surrendering their life to the waves felt... wrong. 

"Have you no desire to live?"

“Not anymore…” It was softly spoken, the defeat evident in your voice. 

Ramattra exhales, the sound almost sounds irritated. He takes another step closer, trident firmly gripped in his hand. “I do not grant mercy like this. Speak to me, mortal.” 

For the first time since he appeared, you finally look at him. You’re not entirely shocked at his appearance; blue plating for his body, purple tentacles as hair and and a thick white beard, omnics could customise their appearance easily, much like any human could. Though, there was something about him you couldn’t quite place. 

You catch yourself staring, quickly looking back out to the horizon. “Why…? It won’t make a difference if I do or don’t talk.” 

Ramattra hesitates, gripping his trident tightly before finally sitting down on the rocks beside you. 

"Because, even the gods do not take lives lightly." His voice was uncharacteristically calm. "And I refuse to be the one who proves you right." He glances at you, head tilting to the side slightly as he continues. “Speak. I will listen.” 

A heavy silence lingers in the air, only the sound of the rolling waves and distant birds fill that void. 

With a sigh, you lean forward, resting your head on your knees. “I don’t know… I just feel like a burden, like I don’t belong anywhere. And all my efforts are unseen… it’s taking its toll…”

"This burden you carry, these feelings of displacement... they are not unique to mortals." Ramattra shifts uncomfortably, as if speaking from experience. "But, the fact that you try, that you care, that you strive... it is not unnoticed, even by the gods."

You scoff, hands tightening their grip on your arms. “I work my ass off, doing what needs to be done, overcoming whatever gets thrown at me, and yet… I feel invisible.”

"You speak of injustice," His voice darkens. "I know that far too well." Ramattra leans forwards a little, trying to get you to look at him as he continues. "But tell me, do you want praise, or do want purpose? Because, if it is praise you seek, you will drown waiting for it. But purpose? That is something you can take.”

Another pause of silence, your gaze remains ahead. “Then, I guess I’ll drown… just once, once, I want to be recognised for things I’ve done, and not silently. I want to be told I’m doing well, that my efforts are worth something…”

"You wish for validation." He states, hands fidgeting with his trident. He’s uncomfortable. “You feel that your efforts are overlooked, underappreciated.” 

“Just once…” You repeat, fingers digging into your skin from under your jacket. 

“Listen to me, mortal.” Ramattra’s voice is firm, demanding your attention. "Your worth is not measured by the praise you receive. Nor does absence of applause mean absence of impact. If you truly wish to be seen, then demand it. Not from others... but from yourself. The tides do not beg for acknowledgment, they command it."

He hums softly before adding: “For what it is worth, I see you.”

You finally look away from the rolling waves, eyes locking with his optics. “Thanks…” 

Ramattra doesn’t miss the doubt in your voice, but he doesn’t comment on it. Instead, he turns his own gaze out to the ocean. “You should get out of the cold.” 

It’s the closest he will get for showing that he cares. 

“Yeah, I’ll head back.” You finally concede, standing from the rocks. 

“What is your name?” Ramattra asks, standing beside you. 

“[y/n]. And yourself?” 

He commits it to memory, almost as if he is hoping to see you again. “Ramattra. Be careful. It would be a shame if you died before you got to accomplish whatever purpose you were blathering on about.” 

With a roll of your eyes and a subtle smirk on your lips, you bow your head slightly before walking back to the concrete road above. Ramattra watches you walk away, trident still gripped firmly in his hand. The tension that had once filled the air between you had seemingly dissipated, replaced by an unexpected sense of... tranquility.

He found himself staring at the spot where you'd stood for a few seconds longer than he'd like to admit. It was strange, to say the least. He couldn't remember the last time a mortal had intrigued him so. The waves behind him crash against the shore, echoing his inner turmoil. 

With a heavy sigh, he retreats back into the black abyss, sinking deeper back to his home with the lingering thoughts of you running through his processors. 

Days had passed since then and Ramattra hadn’t seen you. Part of him hoped that he could see your face again, to sit on the rocks and talk about anything that crossed your mind. Dare he say, part of him missed you, even if the first encounter was only brief. He had grown… concerned. 

The omnic had kept to himself, not talking to any of the servants that roamed his palace, or even interacting with the sealife that floated on by. He had become distracted, his waking thoughts on the mortal above. 

As the night rolled in, the waves above were rough. A high wind had begun its torment on the world above, but that was nothing new for the god. He’s only brought out of his thoughts, however, when a distinct splash could be heard. 

He’s heard the splashes many times before whenever humans had thrown themselves into the water from sinking ships, and this was no different. However, the thought that it could be you, especially after your first meeting, filled the god with dread. 

Without thinking twice, the omnic moves, slicing through the water at a speed unable to be caught with any sonar technology. His optics scan the darkness for the source. The waves were unusually rough, and he could sense something amiss.

Moving further towards the surface of the water, Ramattra notices a falling shadow, and his wires burn hot with concern. 

It wasn’t just any human. It was you. 

In a swift movement, he closes the distance, the wires within his chassis coiled tight. The sea around him grew turbulent as frustration flares to life. He reaches out, strong arms grasping your form, and with a powerful surge, he pulls you into his grasp.

"Mortal."  His voice was low, rumbling against the waves.  "What, by all the seas, have you done?"

The omnic begins his journey back to the surface, his arms slicing through the resistance of the water with ease. The current around him grew agitated, reacting to his worrying emotions.

As he ascends, his optics never leave your unconscious form, a mix of anger and concern bubbling within his processor as his mind races with questions and irritation.

Finally, he breaks the surface. Ignoring the rough waves, he pulls you onto the shore, laying you down gently on the sand as the water laps at his feet. Your stillness was unnatural, your chest motionless.

He kneels beside you, water dripping from his body as his form blocks the worst of the wind. His optics dart across your body, taking in every detail, scanning for any sign of life. But, there was none.

"No..." Ramattra's hands hover over your chest, trembling ever so slightly, whether from anger or something else, he couldn't say. 

"You foolish, stubborn mortal…" His voice cracks with static.

With a sharp inhale, he presses his palms against your sternum. A sudden rush of wind, a violent hiss of the sea and a soft glow emits from your chest. A silent plea, a prayer to his brother in the underworld. 

A silence passes and for a moment, Ramattra wonders if his prayers had gone unanswered, until your body seizes and you immediately begin coughing up water. Your lungs burn, your heart begins hammering in your chest. 

Ramattra leans back as you start coughing, his optics flickering. Relief surges through him, but he hides it quickly, replacing it with irritation.

"About time." He grumbles, shifting to your side to gently turn you onto your back again, ensuring your airway was clear. Ramattra notices the distant look in your eyes, the silence that settles between you was heavy. He can feel the weight of your unspoken pain in the air, and it irritates him.

His fingers twitch, itching to grab his trident and retreat back to the depths, but something, something stubborn and something foreign, keeps him there.

"What possessed you to do something so foolish?" His tone was anything but polite, yet beneath it, there was a hint of what might be concern.

“I’m done fighting.” You admit, keeping your gaze up on the moon. Your body trembles from the cold, clothes stuck to your limbs.

“Done? You are done?” Ramattra scoffs and there’s an unmistakable sharpness in his voice. “Done fighting what, exactly?” 

“Everything… what’s the point, anymore? What’s the point of living if all I ever seem to be in is pain? I’m useless, I’m a nuisance. I just make matters worse. I’d be better off at the bottom of the sea, food for whatever lies there…” 

Ramattra can’t help but sigh. Stupid and foolish, mortal. He remains silent, just staring at you. He’s heard the sob stories many times, but, for some reason, he couldn’t quite shake the feeling that there was something about you that made him want to listen. 

"Stop being melodramatic." He finally says, reaching for your shoulders in an attempt to get you to pay attention. "Listen to me, you impossible creature. The sea does not apologize for its storms. The earth does not beg forgiveness for its quakes. And you… you do not grovel for existence."

His optics remain locked on yours, watching as they flit between his, watching as your mind processes his words.

"You think pain makes you weak? Foolish. Pain is the tide, it retreats, it returns, but it does not own you. Now, get up.” 

Ramattra is tired of your nonsense, not hiding the way he sighs or rolls his shoulder in irritation. So, when you refuse to stand, he picks you up, ignoring your startled gasp. “If you will not stand, then you will float."

He steps back into the water, laying you down with his hand supporting your back. He wants to help, in his own way. The full moon casts its silvery glow over the rippling surface, the stars twinkling above without a care in the world, and Ramattra’s attention is solely on you. 

Ramattra watches you float, some of his irritation easing as he sees the contentment on your face. The water laps softly against him, and he allows himself a moment of stillness, taking a deep, calming breath.

The wind was quieter now, the night sky clear with billions of stars and the full moon above. It was as if time itself slowed, the moment between you both suspended in a bubble of tranquility. And for a while, Ramattra stays silent, simply watching you, watching as the tension fades from your shoulders and the tears fall down your cheeks.

"...The sea does not judge tears." He starts, moving just a little closer to you. "It has seen more sorrow than you could fathom... and yet, it persists. And, so will you.” 

“Why did you save me?” You finally respond back after a moments silence, keeping your gaze up at the night sky. 

Ramattra hesitates, almost as if he was asking himself the same question. “The sea does not take what does not belong to it.” The omnic pauses, looking at you. “Neither do I.”

The silence returns, heavier than before. Even the sea seemed to still, waves barely stirring as you float there, the only sound the steady rise and fall of your breathing.

Ramattra breaks the quiet, shifting slightly in the water. He seems almost... conflicted, his usual air of arrogance replaced by a rare vulnerability.

"You cannot simply give up, and you sure as hell cannot do it in my ocean.”

“Not even if I ask nicely?” You joke, hoping that the god could see that.

“Even if you grovel.”

“Why do you care so much?” 

The question catches him off guard. “I do not care.” 

“Clearly. Just let my body sink to the ocean floor, or will that destroy your garden or something?” 

Ramattra can only scoff in reaction, crossing his arms over his chest. “Do not be foolish. Enough of this talk.” He sighs heavily, fans whirring just that little bit louder. “Though, if you do try again, I will turn you into a coral polyp, and you will make terrible decor.” 

You laugh, shoulders shaking in amusement at the omnics comment. “I think I’d make your garden look a hundred times better, sea plant or not.” 

Ramattra freezes at your sudden laugh, unprepared for the sound, before quickly recovering with a roll of his shoulder. 

"Bold words for someone who was seconds away from being seaweed fertilizer." The tension in his shoulders begins to lessen and the omnic finds himself enjoying the back and forth. “You would be an annoyingly vibrant polyp, though.” He admits. 

“Is that so?” You smirk, continuing to float on your back. “At least then you’ll know where I am at all times. 

“Please. As if I want a tiny nuisance in my garden.” His tone lacks any conviction, however. “I would probably step on you.” 

“Ah, so you agree that I am a nuisance.” Shifting to be upright, you cross your arms over your chest, eyebrow raised and that smirk still plastered across your lips. 

Ramattra huffs, shaking his head. “I could always turn you into a jellyfish. At least then you would look nice when you lit up."

“I like jellyfish. They just sorta… exist. And, they have no brains.” 

“Explains a lot.” Ramattra teases. When you open your mouth to speak but just stare in disbelief, Ramattra chuckles. “Speechless? Finally. Though, for the record, I would still prefer you as a human mortal.”

“At least I would stay quiet and can’t attempt-”

“Annoying mortals who talk back are far more entertaining than some mindless sea creature.” He cuts you off. “Now, stop trying to negotiate your demise and swim back to shore before I throw you there myself.” 

Ramattra notices the hesitant glance you make, his processor screaming at him to keep you close, but, he doesn’t move. “Go home, [y/n].” 

When you finally step on the sand, pulling your soaked jacket a little tighter around your body, you mumble quietly. “Wish I had one…” 

The omnic doesn’t miss the sadness in your tone, and he doesn’t reach out to pull you back. He watches as you make your way back to concrete and houses with your shoulders slumped but a little less heavier than before. 

He couldn't put a name on the feeling, but there it was. The god of the sea, feeling emotions for a mortal? He scoffs at the thought. But deep down, the memory of your laugh echoes in his mind, refusing to budge.

For days following that encounter, Ramattra finds himself unusually distracted. His mind would wander to memories of your words and your laugh, and he couldn't understand why. He was a powerful, prideful, and stubborn god, so why were your words and actions still lingering in his mind? He would find himself glancing at the shore more often, as if secretly hoping, against his will, to catch a glimpse of you among the mortals.

Ramattra's thoughts darkened with each day that passed without sighting of you. The image of you sinking into the depths and never resurfacing plague his mind. It was infuriating. He wasn't concerned; he was just irritated that he now had to wonder where you were on the daily. Right?

He tries to ignore the worry, but he found himself patrolling the coast more frequently, his eyes constantly searching for a familiar figure along the shore. 

However, just before his concern borders on panic, he catches you walking the shoreline in the spring evening. Relief instantly floods his systems and he doesn’t hesitate in approaching. 

“You are alive.” It wasn’t a question, rather a statement, and you notice the relief in his tone. 

You didn’t expect to see him, however, almost jumping at his arrival. “Y-Yeah, I’m alive.” 

“Good. I was… beginning to worry.” He admits and was that… concern in his voice?

“You were worried? Why?” You cock your head to the side, crossing your arms over your chest in disbelief. 

“Do not get any ideas. I was merely making sure that you did not try something foolish again.” He scoffs, but the way he avoids your gaze speaks volumes. “You are a bothersome nuisance.” 

You roll your eyes, shaking your head. “Well, I tried for a way out and you denied me of that, so…” 

Ramattra snaps his optics to you, glaring at you, though, he couldn’t deny that your comments amused him. “Clearly you did not try hard enough, because if you had you would already be coral.”

“Still prefer the jellyfish.” 

“Of course you would.” Ramattra, though he wouldn’t openly admit it, missed your snarky remarks. The way you would comment so openly, so unafraid, made his mechanical heart flutter. “Come closer.”

You just stare back at the omnic for a moment before obliging, stepping into the dark waters and approaching the god. 

“You are still healing.” He states as you float beside him. 

“You did not just tell me to come into the water for that.” 

“No, I just wanted to see if you would obey me. And you did.” He chuckles, watching the way your eyes narrowed in disbelief. “My waters are not a grave, so do not try anything stupid again.” 

With a shake of your head and a roll of your eyes, you sigh. “Damn, there goes my plans for tonight.” 

The omnic doesn’t hesitate in splashing you with water. “Joke about that again and I will chain you to me until the end of time.”

“I’d rather be a polyp.” 

“You are infuriating.” Ramattra growls, unable to believe that a human is getting into his wires so easily… and he’s allowing it. “No, I would prefer you to be a jellyfish.” 

“What kind of jellyfish?” 

Ramattra takes a moment to think, head tilting to the side. “A moon jellyfish, perhaps? Small, defenseless, and completely harmless.” 

That gets a laugh out of you and the omnic practically beams at the noise. 

“You laugh, but you would make a pretty helpless jellyfish. Not a thought in that empty head of yours.” 

Then you follow up your laugh with a nod as the back and forth continues. “Absolutely. Not a care in the world.”

“You are a strange mortal.” Ramattra comments. “Most mortals value their intelligence.” 

“Too many negative thoughts in my head already. I wouldn’t have to think that I’m useless or a nuisance. I wouldn’t even need to seek praise or approval from anyone…” You speak softly, the very memory of why you were even talking to him resurfacing.

“You are not a burden.” He moves closer. “You are annoying, yes. A nuisance, perhaps. But, you are not a burden.” 

“Nobody would miss me if I was gone.” 

Ramattra feels a pang of something unfamiliar in his chest at your words, but he quickly suppresses it, returning to his usual irritability. He follows you as you move deeper in the ocean, watching you with a mixture of annoyance and an odd sense of concern.

"You are so melodramatic." He floats beside you as he watches the setting sun. “I am sure someone would miss you.” 

“Nobody has yet.” You admit. “I have been alone for the longest time.” 

“I have noticed you, and I do not even like you.” It’s a lie and he knows it. He just wants to rile you up further. 

“Then why did you save me last week?” You laugh, glancing back at the god. 

“I had a lapse of judgement.”

“Sure, whatever helps you sleep at night.” You don’t believe him and he’s well aware of it. 

“I should have let you drown, to be honest.” Ramattra crosses his arms over his chest. “You are a nuisance. You are irritating. You are infuriating to deal with.” He’s trying to convince himself but with each word, he believes himself less and less. “You are stubborn. Reckless. You do not listen, you have no regard for your own life-” 

“Okay! Okay, I get it.” You cut him off before he continues. “Relax before you start scaring the fish.” 

Ramattra stiffens slightly, back straightening. “Do not tell me to relax. You are insufferable. You do not know when to shut up. You do not know when to keep your opinions to yourself. You-” He stops suddenly, catching himself from saying something he shouldn’t. 

“Go on. What were you gonna say?” You look at him, eyebrow raised, head tilted. 

“Nothing.” He splashes you with water, hoping that it’ll turn the conversation. But, when you splash him back, he freezes. “You did not-”

There’s that smirk again and Ramattra doesn’t hesitate in grabbing you and pushing you under. In a moment of playfulness, his childlike nature surfaces, something he hasn’t seen or done in years. 

“That-” He starts, pulling you back up. “That is for splashing me.” 

You smile never falters and for the first time in a long time, you’re having fun. “I will drown on my own terms, thank you very much.” You splash him again but this time, Ramattra doesn’t retaliate. 

The omnic huffs, straightening once more and shaking his head. 

A silence settles between you both as you float there, watching the sun set beyond the horizon. Ramattra finds himself unable to stop stealing glances at you from the corner of his optics. He tries in vain to look away, tries to ignore the way your wet clothes clung to your body. It was distracting, though, for reasons he couldn't understand. He keeps his arms crossed tightly, as if that would somehow keep him from looking.

“I should head back.” You finally break the quiet, moving back towards the shoreline. 

“You are leaving already?” Ramattra feels a strange sense of reluctance in his chest when you start moving towards the shoreline. He wants to protest. He wants to say something that would get you to stay. 

“Well, it’s not like I can stay here all night.” You shrug, turning back to look at him. 

Ramattra did not like that. “Fine. Be that way then. Leave.” 

“Oh, now you want me to stay? Thought I was a nuisance? Annoying?” You narrow your eyes at the omnic, but there was no real heat behind them. 

"I still think you are a nuisance. The only reason I do not want you to go is because then I will not have anyone to insult."

“Don’t you have others you can insult?” 

"None as entertaining as you." He admits. “And none dare talk back to a god. Stay.” It wasn’t really a command. It sounded more like a plea if you listened hard enough. 

“Humans, water and a cold wind do not mix.” You laugh, moving backwards towards the shoreline once more, but, Ramattra moves before you create more distance. 

His hand wraps around your waist, pulling you flush against him. He’s almost startled at the way his body moved before he thought about it, but his recent thoughts of you have been plaguing his mind. 

“Do you trust me?” He keeps you pressed against him, enjoying the way your body felt against his, though he'd never admit that out loud.

“That highly depends on what you’re about to do.” You stare up at him, your body already beginning to tremble from the cold winds against your wet body. 

"Stop fidgeting. And stop avoiding the question." He squeezes your side a little tighter. “Do you trust me?” 

“Sure, I trust you. Happy?” You concede, but whether or not you truly believe yourself is left to the wind. 

“Good. Then shut up and close your eyes. And, for the love of the gods, do not panic.” Ramattra watches you as you close your eyes. This was ridiculous. Why the hell was this mortal so damn attractive? He was a god, a very powerful god, yet he was being taken off guard by your presence. But... there was just something about you…

"Now take a deep breath."

Your chest rose slightly as you fill your lungs with air, then he moves fast. With a sudden, swift motion, Ramattra pulls you underneath the surface of the water, keeping his arm around your body. He glances at you, watching you closely to make sure you were okay, though he wouldn't actually admit he was concerned about you. He'd been expecting you to start panicking, to start struggling, but you just remain still. You hadn't moved a muscle since he pulled you under. 

However, even as he slowly descended into the dark depths, he felt your hand tap at his chest. There was a visible discomfort etched into your face. Your lungs began to burn from the lack of oxygen, the pressure of the ocean began to squeeze your body and mind. 

He tightens his grip around you, pulling you impossibly closer as he leans in, his forehead pressing against yours. As he did, a soft golden glow emanated from his chest, transferring a fragment of his divine power directly into you. Your chest burns from the searing heat before it finally subsides a moment later.

The moment he pulls back, he’s stunned at how easy it was and how alive you are. Your lungs suddenly no longer burn, you could breathe freely, effortlessly, underwater.

“Now you never have to leave." He murmurs, silently trying to wrap his head around the situation himself. Ramattra finds himself almost entranced as he stares at your wide-eyed expression. The sight of you, sputtering in surprise, with your hair flowing in the current, and your clothes still clinging to your frame... gods, it was enough to drive him mad. He couldn't stop himself from bringing a hand up, brushing strands of hair out of your face, before cupping your cheek tenderly. 

“Do not look at me like that.” His voice was soft, uncharacteristically so. 

Even you still can’t quite wrap your head around it. You’re underwater. You’re breathing without issue. 

“Welcome to my world, little jellyfish.”

—

Ramattra can’t help the smug feeling coursing through his wires, the shock, the disbelief on your face makes him chuckle. He finds himself strangely captivated by the way you just stare up at him completely stunned, wide-eyed, and still trying to process everything yourself. Normally, he would've taunted anyone who looked at him with such a dumbstruck expression, but for some reason, he couldn't bring himself to tease you.

The omnic pulls you closer to his chest, relishing in the way you fit perfectly against him. Your hands move to his chest plate, feeling the thrum of his inner workings. You still couldn’t quite understand it all, how could this be possible?

“I never expected this.” You finally admit, glancing around the dark waters. 

“I tend to be full of surprises.” Ramattra chuckles. He keeps his arm snug around your waist, enjoying the feel of your body pressed against his. Then, he leans closer, hand squeezing your side just a little tighter. The corals that surround you begin to glow, a multitude of reds, oranges, blues and yellows. 

“How-” 

“I will them to.” He cuts you off, already knowing what you were going to ask. “Like I said; I am full of surprises.” 

The omnic is unable to look away as he watches the realization dawn in your gaze. He still keeps his arm snug around your waist, holding you close against his chest. He almost feels amused by your surprise, which was strange, for someone who usually took pride in being feared, yet here he was, getting amused by a mortal. He leans in once again, his voice a low, almost soft drawl as he spoke.

“There is a lot to see. Do not worry, I will show you.” He lifts his hand, fingers tracing over your jawline and then tilting your chin up. He could feel his wires burn with a new feeling, something possessive. “Everything down here belongs to me.” His thumb brushes over your bottom lip, his head tilts to the side. “Including you, now.” The declaration sent a ripple through the surrounding water, as if the ocean itself acknowledged his claim.

The omnic watches as you lean into his touch, satisfied that you’re not trying to back out of this situation just yet. 

“If this was at any other point in my life, before I tried doing what I did, I would’ve asked about going home…” You say, eyes flitting between the dancing lights on his face. 

“What changed your mind, little jellyfish?” He murmurs, moving his thumb across your bottom lip once again. A satisfied hum escapes him when your lips part for him. 

You take a moment to think over your answer, too focused on the omnic god before you. “I- Well… Considering how bad my life was up there, I fear… I may not want to go back.” 

He could barely contain his satisfaction at your words, hearing you say you may not want to return to the surface was all the affirmation he needed. Ramattra hums in reply, his thumb still gently rubbing against your bottom lip, almost as if he were contemplating something.

“Good.” He finally says, his voice a low murmur. "You are mine now." He repeats, softer this time as he moves to tuck another stray strand of hair behind your ear. "So, I suggest you stop being so difficult." Then, he pauses, simply gazing at you, committing your features to memory. “Unless you want me to toss you back onto the shore.” 

You laugh, creases appearing at the corners of your eyes. “At least let me explore before you do that.” 

Ramattra cannot help the chuckle that escapes his vocaliser. “Of course you would want to explore. Can not just let me claim you and call it a day, can you?”

“Well, surely you don’t just live in the corals? A god like you must have somewhere to call home.”

Ramattra shakes his head, though his chassis was certainly warmer. “Of course I have a place to call home. And, you will get a private tour, if you stop being a smartass.” 

The omnic doesn’t waste another moment as he moves through the water, pulling you along with him. Deep inside of his chassis, however, there was the bubbling feeling of anxiety. How long had it been since he brought someone to his home? And not just anybody, but a mortal? 

The corals gradually part to reveal the grand silhouette of an underwater palace, its towering spires adorned with glowing pearls, intricate sea glass mosaics depicting his triumphs, and schools of jewel-toned fish darting through its arches.

You can’t quite believe the sight before you. It’s almost like something out of a fairytale. Ramattra lets you go when he feels you pull away from him, even if his hand still reaches for you a moment later. He watches you move around, still getting use to the waters. It amuses him to watch you struggle, but he wouldn’t move to help you. 

He crosses his arms over his chest, optics still locked onto your form as you move silently around the corals, watching as the sea life interacted with you. 

“Like what you see, little jellyfish?” 

“It’s beautiful.” You trail your fingers over the corals, and Ramattra swore he could see the soft glittering within your eyes. 

“It is indeed.” He agrees, finally moving towards you. 

Ramattra circles you like a shark, his movements fluid and deliberate. The glow of the palace cast shifting patterns across his plating as he stops directly in front of you.

"Beautiful." He murmurs, tracing a finger down your arm. "But, not half as intriguing as the treasure I just dragged down here."

In that instance, your cheeks flush warm and you look away. 

“You blush so easily.” The omnic chuckles, moving a hand to your chin and forcing you to look at him. “It is adorable, really.” 

You don’t say anything, unable to find the words to respond, and Ramattra just laughs. 

“Speechless now, are we?” He’s far too pleased with himself. “Good. Means I do not have to listen to your snark for five minutes.” But, the thumb that traces over your cheek betrays him, he likes your voice far too much to ever truly silence it. 

“You love it really.” You smirk, leaning into the omnics touch. 

“Your stubbornness infuriates me. And yet, I cannot seem to get enough of it.” Ramattra exhales sharply, a sound caught between exasperation and reluctant amusement. “You are going to be the death of me.” 

“Thought gods couldn’t die?” 

He looks almost like he wants to strangle you. “Do not be a smartass.” He replies, though there is no bite to his words. His grip on your hip grows tighter as he pulls you closer, not wanting to put anymore space between you. 

He lets out an exasperated huff, trying (and failing) to sound annoyed. The hand on your hip slides up your back, fingers splaying possessively over the small of your back, keeping you pressed against his chest.

"The only thing that is insufferable here is your stubborn refusal to act appropriately subservient," he mutters, his voice taking on a tone of mild frustration. 

“Come, follow me.” He gestures ahead, moving with you towards his palace. “A tour, perhaps?”

You oblige, moving along with the god as the two of you finally came up to the grand doors. Ramattra relaxes slightly at your tentative smile, noting your nervousness. His thumb brushes absentmindedly along your jawline as he watches you take in the surroundings, clearly trying to settle your nerves. “Do not worry, little jellyfish, you are safe inside of these walls, I assure you.”

Ramattra leads you through his palace, his hand still holding yours. His gaze flicks down to you every so often; your shoulders are relaxing, the tension is fading from your body. Ramattra’s shoulders seem straighter now, his stride confident, like he's showing off.

He guides you through various rooms and halls, passing by servants and palace workers every now and then. Several of the palace workers cast curious looks at you, clearly surprised to see a mortal here. Ramattra notices their stares and lets out a low growl, his grip tightening around your hand as he shoots a glare that makes them immediately avert their eyes.

"Do not mind them," he mutters, tugging you closer against his side.

Then, he stops abruptly in front of an ornate doorway, one leading to an expansive balcony overlooking the ocean floor.

"A better view." He declares, guiding you forward.

“It’s beautiful, Ramattra...” You almost whisper, moving towards the balcony’s edge. The corals seem to light up at your approach, colours illuminating the ocean floor, bringing more light to the surrounding area. 

Ramattra hums in agreement as he gazes out at the reef, still not letting go of your hand.

The omnic lets out a quiet huff, something between amusement and exasperation, as he notices the way you’re practically glued to the balcony railing, staring out at the reef with an expression of quiet awe. His grip on your hand loosens slightly, but he doesn’t let go.

He watches you for a moment longer before tugging you back toward him.

“Come,” he murmurs. “There is more to see.”

Ramattra pulls you back through the halls, leading you through more corridors and rooms. Servants give you curious looks as you pass by, whispers and hushed conversations following in your wake. He seems to relish in the stares, a possessive edge to the way he holds your hand.

Eventually, he stops in front of another grand double door.

"This one is one of my favorite rooms." He says, hands pushing the doors open. 

As the doors swing inward, you see that the room is an extravagant library. Countless bookshelves fill the room, every available space filled with books, scrolls, and tomes. Several comfortable-looking armchairs and couches are scattered throughout the space, with a large window looking out and over the ocean.

For a moment, you almost can’t believe the sight before you. “How is this even possible…?” 

“I like collecting knowledge.” He speaks bluntly, optics fixed on you as you move towards the expanse of shelves. 

Ramattra lets you wander through the bookshelves for a while, enjoying the sight of you admiring the library. He watches you silently, his gaze flicking up and down your body, the way your clothes flow over your curves; the subtle sway of your hips as you walk; the way your eyes light up when you find something that interests you.

He has to physically suppress a growl from rumbling deep in his chest as he realizes just how much he enjoys seeing you here, in his library, in his palace.

"You would look so good beneath me." He mumbles quietly to himself, but you heard every syllable. Completely caught off guard by his comment, your sputter, nearly choking on the water you’re breathing in.

He lets his gaze travel up and down your figure, taking in your every curve and contour. He chuckles at your attempt to adjust your shirt before he moves forward, closing the distance. His hands wrap around your waist, causing you to stop fiddling with your shirt. 

"Stop fidgeting. You are going to ruin the view." His voice is low and gravelly, almost a warning. His grip is possessive, his gaze roaming over your body with a hunger that betrays his desires. A shudder runs through Ramattra as he continues to eye you up and down. His touch becomes almost reverent as his fingers slide up your side, tracing an idle pattern along your skin. It's as if he's mentally mapping every dip and curve, every little thing that makes you unique.

"You are perfect. It annoys me how good you look in that shirt. And how enticing it is to imagine it off."

His words only warm your cheeks more, but, there was this nagging feeling in the back of your mind. This was too rushed, too soon after everything that’s happened. You’re not all quite ready to throw your life away to live below the surface, despite your words prior.

There was still so much to do above, you had work, you had somewhat managed to get your life together since your attempt, even if only slightly. You couldn’t do this, not yet.

But, you were in a gods hands, you were here underwater, with the god of the sea. There was no saying no to him, so you had to lie. 

Feigning discomfort, you place your hand on your chest. Your brow furrows, and Ramattra loosens his grip. 

“Are you okay?” 

You shake your head, breathing heavily. “My lungs burn…”

Ramattra is almost startled at your words. Had his power been that weak from disuse? He doesn’t hesitate in grabbing your body and moving you towards the waters surface. Panic overrides his desire, his hands trembling against your body as he moves swiftly. 

“Hang on, little jellyfish.” 

As you break the surface, he immediately shifts his grip, one arm hooking under your knees, the other supporting your back, keeping your head above water as you ‘gasp’ for air. 

"Breathe." The command is harsh, desperate. He watches you intently, the way you’re sputtering, and then he catches it. 

The soft glow in your chest. His power hasn’t faded, so… why are you lying to him?

When you finally manage to settle, you pull free from his arms, floating within the waves. When you look at the omnic, you notice how still he is, as if something was coiling within his chassis. Ramattra doesn’t say anything, however, fearing that if he does, he will unleash something he once buried deep. 

You hesitate when speaking, slowly, unnoticeably moving backwards towards the shoreline. “Guess that means I won’t be down there for some time.” 

“No. You will not.” His voice is firm, harsh. He knows, and the fact that you’re playing into the lie further, only makes his anger rise. “Go.” 

And, so you do. You make your way back to the shoreline, standing on the sandy shore before looking back, but you’re met with ocean and clouds. Ramattra had gone. 

He was mumbling and muttering on his way back down to his palace, his anger surging and the waves above began mimicking his emotions. Harsh waves hit the shore, dark clouds rolled in and thunderous rain hit the city beyond. 

“Fucking mortals.” He hisses, slamming himself down into his throne. His grip tightens around his trident, a searing glow emanating from the divine metal. Ramattra huffs, fans whirring a million miles a second as he tries to calm his anger, but, nothing was working. 

The sky was a dark and foreboding grey over the city, the sun hidden behind heavy, black clouds. The sea was choppy and rough, waves rolling and crashing violently against the shoreline. The air was thick and heavy, the scent of salt lingering like a warning.

And the rain… The rain came down like a torrent, cold and relentless. It fell in sheets, drenching anything caught out in the open and flooding the streets. The storm continues to rage outside, the rain falling harder and heavier with every passing moment, almost as if it was some deity's rage made manifest. Despite the torrential onslaught of the rain, there was no sign of it ending. In fact, it only seemed to get worse…

And all the while, the sea was getting more and more rough, the waves getting taller and more violent by the minute, as if feeding on the rage of something far more ancient and powerful.

Days had passed and there has been no end in sight. You sit there in the comfort of your home, unable to go anywhere, unable to do anything. News reports continue to flood the channels; lives had been lost, communication systems have been disrupted. 

And all because you lied to a god. 

Ramattra was still seething. There was a tension in his shoulders, one he hasn’t felt for years.

Betrayal. 

He thought that there was something, anything, between you and him. Something soft, something… worthwhile. But, you lied to his face. You left him in the water, all because you were unsure of what to do. 

And yet… the fleeting memory of you sinking, the distress in your eyes that night, the laughter you shared with him. He couldn’t quite let that go. He couldn’t truly hate you, even if his ramblings and mutterings say otherwise. There was that feeling that had rooted in his mechanical heart, one he vowed to never let take hold again. 

Love. 

The god had fallen for a mortal despite everything they had done. 

He had fallen for you in the most stupid way possible. The way you could talk back to him with no fear, the way you could make him laugh by doing the smallest of things-

“No.” He shakes his head, continuing his angry mutterings. 

Storming through his palace, watching the rise of air bubbles, watching the schools of fish dart by, the light shining from the corals, everything reminds him of you. The root remains, despite his seething anger. 

The ocean was just as turbulent as the land, Ramattra is clouded by his emotions and in the process, he’s hurting more than the one he had grown to love in such a short amount of time. 

There was only one way to end it, and that was to confront him. To get him to stop this storm before anyone else gets hurt. This was your fault, and you had to fix it by any means, even if you had to brace the weather, brace his emotions before even returning to him under the abyss.

It was a struggle to get close to the shoreline, the wind and rain pelting your body in every direction, on every street you went down. It felt like a death sentence, and the fact that you were the only human walking through the streets, only made you push forward. 

This wasn’t normal weather. 

This was the wrath of a god. 

And boy, did you piss him off. 

The winds grew harsher as you finally reach the shoreline, waves battering the rocks and sand, and you just had to hope that you were able to go back down into the water. You still felt the same, but whether or not you’d still be able to breathe when you’re under fills you with unease. 

Despite being fully clothed, you step into the water, the waves pushing you around and within a matter of seconds, you’re submerged. The water rocks you around violently, but you manage to get low enough to avoid the worst of it.

When you descend deep enough to reach the entrance of Ramattra’s palace, you find that the surrounding area is strangely calm, in stark contrast to the raging seas above. The corals were dark, there was no fish, it seemed as if there was no life. The entrance is open, as if it was expecting you, and that only fuelled the bubbling anxiety within you. 

Pushing forward, you make your way through familiar halls, passing near petrified servants. They tremble, but their eyes are wide when they catch a glimpse of you. Some want to stop you, to warn you to not go anywhere near the god whilst he’s in such a mood, and the others don’t want to interfere at all, fearing the consequences. 

The grand room doors were closed, and on the other side, Ramattra was sat. He knew you were here, he felt the current change, whispering your arrival to his receptors. Then, the doors are pushed open, an angry looking mortal storming straight up to him. 

“The little mortal returns.” He hums, mocking. “I was wondering when you would come swimming back to me.” 

What he didn’t expect, however, was the sudden closeness. You lean over him, hands slamming down and gripping the armrests of his throne, anger in your eyes. 

“Fuck you, Ramattra. Stop making other people suffer.” 

Ramattra's optics flicker as you slam your hands down either side of him, and he leans in, staring down at you. He's not amused with your audacity, your defiance. 

"Careful." He growls, voice low and dangerous, cocking his head to the side. "Do not forget who holds the power here, little mortal. I could sink this entire city with a gesture."

“I don’t care. Stop this nonsense before you kill someone else who doesn’t deserve it.”

Ramattra's bristles at your response, that defiant, insolent tone that he hates so much in every human he’s ever come across, but, he takes a moment to compose himself. He leans back in his throne, trying to remain calm.

"You really think you are in a position to make demands?" He says, a hint of mockery in his voice. "You are a mortal. A fragile little thing. You have no power here, no authority."

“Stop this, Ramattra.”

The omnic exhales sharply, his patience running thinner by the second. He leans forward, optics never leaving your eyes. “No. You do not get to walk away from me and then come back ordering me around.”

He pauses, not saying anything for a moment. The tension is there, heavier than the ocean itself as the two of you just glare at each other. 

“You lied to me.” He states. 

“I had my reasons.” You keep your grip tight, keeping the god caged in his chair. “You do not get to make everyone suffer because of my actions.” 

“You think I care about those pitiful, insignificant mortals?” Ramattra growls, the static heavy with each word. “You lied to me.”

“Enough! This is between you and me.” You don’t hesitate in raising your hand, slapping the god across the face, hoping to snap him out of his anger. 

Ramattra's optics flicker as your hand connects with his cheek, the sound of ringing out between you both. The action leaves him stunned for a moment, his processor working overtime. 

His hand flies up to his cheek, and disbelief courses through him for a moment at the realization of what you just did. He looks back at you and that disbelief turns into anger. “You did not just hit me.”

You move that same hand, gripping his jaw and forcing him to look at you. “Just shut up and listen to me! You do not get to destroy innocent lives because you are angry! I don’t care that you’re a god, I couldn’t give a damn what powers you do and don’t have, you do not get to hurt others!” Your own anger is clearly evident in your tone, your words harsh that causes the god to pause. “This is between us. So stop this storm or I’ll do whatever I can in my power to make sure you regret your actions.” 

Ramattra's optics flash dangerously, errors appearing in his vision from overheating despite the cold waters that surround you both. His anger bubbles, his entire body rigid with tension as he listens to your words, your threats, his ego bruised beyond repair.

He doesn't move at first, doesn't retaliate, just keeps glaring at you. Then slowly, his demeanour shifts into something darker, something vicious, and his voice drops into a lethal whisper.

"Careful." He murmurs, dangerously soft as he leans in closer to you. "Or I will show you just how little your threats mean to a god."

The storm outside roars louder, waves crashing violently against the shore.

The omnic can feel your grip tighten on his jaw, the pads of your fingers pressing against the metal under this beard. 

“Please…” 

Ramattra’s breath catches, just slightly, at the sudden shift in your tone, the way your voice softens just enough to make it sound like a plea rather than a demand. His optics flicker, the anger faltering for just a moment before he exhales sharply.

He stares at you for a long moment, weighing your words, your expression, and then finally growls low in his chest.

"…Fine." His voice is rough, barely conceding, as he reluctantly raises a hand, fingers twitching slightly. The storm outside begins to calm almost instantly, the rain slowing, the waves settling, until only the faintest drizzle remains.

He leans in, optics burning into yours. "But this conversation is not over."

“Then speak. I want this to be over.” You release your grip on the god, moving back when you can feel the subtle shift in the ocean water. 

His optics stay locked onto yours, the fury still simmering beneath the surface even as the storm outside settles. He leans forward slightly, his posture still rigid and tense. He speaks again, his voice low, edged with something unreadable.

"You... hit me." He repeats, slowly and deliberately as if he still can't believe it. "And then you demanded things of me. Like I am some petulant child to be scolded." A pause. "Do you have any idea how much restraint I am showing right now?"

“I did hit you. And I did demand you to stop the storm. None of this would’ve happened if you had slowed down. But no. You had to pout and throw a tantrum, like a petulant child.”

“You lied to me. And I do not pout.” He snaps, bristling at your words. He sits up on his throne, anger coursing through his chassis. "I am a god. And you…" Ramattra scoffs, voice low, disdainful. "You are a mortal. You do not talk to me like that."

“I don’t care, Ramattra. You shouldn’t be hurting innocent when this is between us. You’re a god, so fucking act like one.” 

Ramattra growls low in his chest, optics flashing as your words hit him like ice-cold water. He knows you're right, he knows he shouldn't be letting his anger dictate his actions, but his ego is bruised and you still haven’t apologised for lying to him. His anger is still bubbling just below the surface. Ramattra leans forward again, the words leaving his vocaliser in a low hiss.

"You think you can lecture me on how to behave? You are a human." He snarks, glaring down at you. "You know nothing about being a god."

Your own voice lowers, eyes narrowing. “Then control your emotions.” 

“Only when mortals stop lying to my face.” 

“I’m sorry, okay? I just- there was a lot going on. It was all moving too quick.”

Ramattra doesn’t move, just remains seated, optics locked onto your features. “You finally apologized. Do not expect the same back.” 

“Oh, I won’t. You’re a stubborn asshole who only thinks about himself.” 

Ramattra scoffs at your words. He's well aware of his own arrogance, his own ego, but having a mortal say it so bluntly still stings. He leans forward again, voice low and dangerous. "And you are a bold pain in my ass who thinks they can boss a god around."

He glares at you for a moment before a sudden thought surfaces. “Actually. I have another idea of you can make up for hitting me and insulting me.” 

When you cross your arms over your chest, a silent defiant action, Ramattra rises from his throne. He approaches you slowly, watching as you move back, putting space between the two of you. He can sense the unease radiating from you, the way your brow furrows, eyes cautiously watching his every move. 

“Bow.” His command is laced with arrogance, firm and unyielding. 

“I will do no such thing.” 

Ramattra growls, closing the distance and fast. The waters have already moved under his command, the doors behind you slamming shut, shutting off your escape route. 

“I am not asking, mortal.” He snarls, fingers twitching to reach out and grab you. “Get on your knees and bow before me.” 

You keep moving backwards until your back presses against the wall. “You do not get to play the ‘god’ card after all of this.” 

The omnics anger rises, his wires burning within his chassis. “I have had enough of your defiance.” His hand reaches out and grips your chin, forcing you to look at him, to keep your attention on him. 

“Fuck you.” 

Ramattra growls, low and deep, as you swear at him again. His grip tightens slightly on your chin, and he leans in close. 

"You would like that, hm?" He murmurs, before pulling back slightly. 

"Bow." He demands again.

When you don’t, his patience snaps. With a snarl, he grabs your shoulders and pushes you down to the marble floor. His hand moves to the back of your head, gripping your hair tightly and forcing your head back with deliberate cruelty, only to chuckle at your startled yelp. 

"Is this really the hill you choose to die on, little mortal?" His thumb traces your lower lip, too soft for the violence in his grip. "Because I will break you before I let you win this."

Something in Ramattra's optics ignites at your reaction, your defiance finally starting to crumble, and he holds you in place, hand tangled in your hair.

His thumb continues to trace your bottom lip, his touch gentle, almost too gentle for the situation, and he watches you carefully, optics roaming over your face as you breathe heavily.

He holds onto your hair and forces your chin up. "Look at you down there…" He murmurs, voice dripping with mockery. "Completely at my mercy and yet you are still refusing to submit."

Your breathing becomes laboured and shaky, heart racing in your chest as you stare up at the god. You’re unable to fight back, unable to move, like some invisible weight was beginning to hold you down. 

Ramattra catches the way your lips part slightly, the flush slowly blossoming on your cheeks from your compromising position. He doesn’t waste another moment as his hand moves from your chin to the belt that holds his robe on his hips. When he watches your eyes widen, he chuckles darkly. “Oh, that is right, little jellyfish.” He murmurs, the clasp clicking open. “I get to decide how I make you submit.”

The fabric drops a second later, revealing the god completely. He chuckles when your eyes widen, mouth parting slightly at the sight before you. 

“Do not be scared, mortal.” He mocks, tilting your chin up as he gazes down at you. Ramattra knows that he has you cornered and there was no escaping him. 

Under the pale light of the palace corals, his cocks glow; two thick, light teal members with ocean blue veins glowing on the underside. 

Before you even get chance to say anything, he presses his thumb into your mouth, forcing it wider before thrusting deep into your throat with one of his cocks. The sharp sound of your whimper fills the quiet, echoing through the large empty room, and Ramattra savors it. He doesn’t tear his gaze away from you, watching the way your throat bulges. 

“That is better.” He purrs, grip tightening on your hair. “Finally, we found a way to silence you, hm?” 

The omnic doesn’t let you answer, even as he pulls back to let you catch your breath. He pushes forward once again, not quite forcing himself all the way. 

“I have grown tired of your defiance.” Ramattra’s voice was low whilst his hand traced along your jaw. “This is your last chance to do the smart thing and surrender.” 

When you narrow your eyes in response, the omnic only grips your hair tight enough to cause you to wince. You knew that if you didn't obey that he'd let you drown. 

You had no choice but to give in. 

Your hands move up his thighs, holding onto them for support ad you swear you felt his cock twitch on your tongue. Ramattra watches with satisfaction as your expression finally softens, exhaling slow and controlled. 

He leans forward, eyes meeting yours as he speaks lowly. "Try anything stupid, and I will take away your ability to breathe down here." Ramattra cocks his head to the side. "Got that, little mortal?"

You nod once, swallowing the saliva that trickles down your throat. 

“Good.” Ramattra coos, pulling back and slowly beginning to fuck your throat. “You are exactly where you belong. On your knees, taking me so well.” 

He watches the way you submit, your shoulders slumping as you take one cock deep, your hands moving to gently stroke the other. Ramattra can’t help but feel his power grow, watching as you take him in without complaint. Not that you could complain. 

“You are mine, little jellyfish.” Ramattra hums, thrusting deep. 

Your eyes are blown in submission, small whimpers and mewls escaping you. It was hard to even think straight as you let the god do whatever he wanted with you. 

“Look at you… A pretty little jellyfish, all broken and pliable.” He pushes you against his pelvic plate, burying himself deep into your throat, watching as your eyes roll back and glisten in the coral lights. “Maybe next time you will learn not to lie to a god.” 

He pulls back, letting his member rest on your bottom lip, letting you catch your breath properly. 

“Ramattra…” You mewl, cheeks flushed warm. You pull back, straightening up before leaning forward and giving your attention to his other appendage, tongue lapping up against the saltiness before you sink down on him. 

The omnic grunts, hand gripping at your scalp tighter, other hand holding your jaw. “Such an obedient little thing.” 

Low growls escape the omnic, his wires burning deep inside of him. His processor begins working overtime, errors filling his vision as his pleasure builds tenfold. It had been years since he had someone there to bring him pleasure, and he finally knows that he made the right choice in saving you. 

His irritation and anger begin ebbing away with every second of pleasure you create, optics flickering as you take one cock deep into your throat and keep your hand moving teasingly slow on the other. 

“[y/n]...” He murmurs, grip faltering on your hair. He releases your jaw, planting his hand firmly on the wall behind you for support. His head lowers, a shadow covering you. He’s trying to keep his composure, to keep himself from giving into the pleasure so soon, but the way you work him causes his vents to stutter and bubble. 

His hips move, thrusting deep once more, burying himself inside of your throat. 

“Swallow.” He commands, not even giving you a choice in the matter. You feel the thick, artificial cum coat the back of your throat alongside the release on your cheek that drips down your neck. 

“Good…” He hums, keeping himself there for a moment longer before finally pulling back. Ramattra stares down at you, watching the way your chest rises and falls with shaky breaths. The flushed cheeks and swollen lips makes his chassis burn hotter. 

Ramattra releases you completely, shuddering as his processor calms from the aftershock. There’s a heavy silence that fills the palace, broken only by the subtle shifting of the waters around you. 

The omnic keeps his optics locked on your figure as he speaks. “We are not done just yet.” 

Without wasting another second, his hand grabs your upper arm and pulls you against his chest. He leans forward, head against your neck, beard tickling your exposed skin. A soft hum vibrates across your neck, almost like he was giving you a kiss, whilst he slowly moves back towards his throne. 

His hands begin removing your garments, cold digits pulling up your shirt, over your head and letting it float to the marble floor. Between it all, your own hands hold onto him, fingers dipping between each metal muscle, tracing the ocean blue glow that decorates his chassis. 

Before you know it, he was pulling you onto his lap, hands either side of your bare thighs. 

“Tell me, little jellyfish.” He starts, moving a hand to your jaw and forcing you to look at him. “Who do you belong to?” 

He waits, watching the gears turn in your mind, watching the soft golden speckles dancing in your eyes from the power that he had transferred to you days prior. 

He knew you belonged with him. It all made sense. 

You didn’t outwardly respond, instead, you move to sink down onto one of his appendages, gasping at the intrusion as you settle flush against him. 

“You are learning.” He remarks, both hands now gripping your hips. He growls low in his chest as you begin to move, lifting your body and sinking back down. If you were to be his, you were going to have some fun first. 

Rolling your hips, you move your own hands to toy and tease the forgotten member, gently stroking up and down his length. Ramattra shivers under your touch, under the way you squeeze around him, and he’s drunk on the pleasure. 

The omnic curses, static filling the quiet and his head lolls back against his throne. His optics dim, flickering with errors as he feels his chassis warming up, the wires burning hot. 

“You…” He starts, but his words are cut short when you slam down on his cock, your own mewl clashing against his growl. “Mortal…” 

Ramattra moves his hands, pulling you closer against his chest, pinching and squeezing at your body, leaving small marks with each twinge of pained pleasure. You look divine on top of him, but most of all, he wants you beneath him. 

Without warning, he stands from his throne, eliciting a startled gasp from you. He only chuckles in response as he moves to the plush seating arrangement off to the side. 

Ramattra finally puts you down at the edge of the couch, his fingers still curled around your waist. He steps between your thighs, forcing you to spread your legs just to accommodate him. The omnic takes a moment to look down at you, eyes roaming over your flushed figure. He’s doing his best to hold himself together, but you can clearly see how close he is to just pinning you to the couch and burying himself into you. He finally speaks, voice low and edged with desperation. 

“I hope you know that I will not be gentle just because you have finally submitted to me.” 

When your legs wrap around his hips, that’s all the confirmation he needs. Ramattra's control finally snaps at your words, the last vestiges of restraint and composure shattering in an instant. His grip turns bruising, both hands grabbing your waist as he slams you back against the cushions, pinning you underneath him in one brutal movement.

His body presses down against yours, trapping you completely under him. His other hand slides up your bare stomach, his touch leaving a trail of fire in its wake. There's a growing desperation in every movement, like he can't get enough of your body, like he needs to leave some mark or claim that you're his and his alone.

“You are mine.” He growls, and in one single thrust, he proves it. His hips slam against yours, pressing his cock deep inside of you and drawing out a loud and pleasured groan from your throat. 

Ramattra's vocaliser stutters at the sound of his name on your lips, raw and pleading. His grip on your hips tightens as he bottoms out inside you, holding himself there for a moment just to watch your face twist in pleasure. His thrusts start rough and punishing, each one dragging a choked gasp from your throat. His fingers dig into your skin, marking you, claiming you, as his hips snap against yours.

“Louder.” He demands, pushing you deeper into the couch cushions. He’s relentless, rough, making your head swim in a mixture of pain and pleasure as you take each brutal thrust. 

“R-Ramattra…” You mewl, hands clawing at his back, scratching against his chassis. 

Ramattra groans at the way your voice cracks around his name, pleasure and desperation lacing every syllable. His thrusts grow rougher, deeper, his hands pinning your hips down with bruising force as he leans over you.

“Again.” His command is growled against your neck as he buries his head against it. “Tell me who you belong to.” Ramattra’s thrusts turn erratic, his hips stuttering as he chases his second release.

You’re unable to respond, too fucked out to form words. Moans and whimpers continue to fill the room, the slapping of metal and skin echoing from the stone walls of the gods palace. And then, with one final, brutal thrust, he buries himself deep, your name tearing from his vocaliser as he spills inside of you and over your stomach.

Ramattra collapses against you with a shuddering groan, his forehead pressed into the crook of your neck as he struggles to calm his racing processor. His fingers are still gripping your hips, as if even now he can't stand the thought of letting you go. 

When he pulls back, optics scanning your features for any discomfort, he hums lowly, brushing a strand of your hair behind your ear. You look… softer, and he can’t deny the fact that he’s completely entranced by you.

“Oh, little jellyfish.” He coos, pressing his forehead against yours, an omnics kiss. The anger and irritation he once felt towards you has subsided, replaced with something intimate. 

Ramattra lets out a soft huff, almost like a half-hearted laugh, as he feels your fingers caress his back. His body still remains partially pinning you to the couch, and he makes no move to roll off of you, as if holding you like this is the only thing he really wants. 

“Do not leave.” He whispers. 

“Ramattra…” 

“Please.” For the first time, he almost begs. You’re almost startled by it, not expecting him to plead his way. 

You nod once, eyes softening. Perhaps it wouldn’t be such a bad idea to throw your life away to the ocean depths. 

Ramattra exhales deeply, tension finally leaving his body as you agree. He shifts slightly, pressing his forehead against yours once again before pulling out and gently rolling to the side. But, he's not letting you go, his arm moves around your waist as he tugs you close, tucking you against his chest.

He exhales again, fans settling into a steady rhythm once you've calmed down. The exhaustion is starting to kick in now, his hold on you still tight but far more tender than before. You curl up against the god, head resting on his chest and listening to his inner workings. 

Ramattra trails his fingers against your bare skin, tracing idle patterns that both sooth and lightly tickle you. His optics scan your features once more, watching the way your eyes flutter, your body succumbing to exhaustion and it’s not long until you’re out cold. 

The omnic lays there with you, unmoving, letting you rest against him as his mind wanders. 

You were able to accept his power without pain, only few mortals could endure the intense heat that would’ve swirled in their chests. Many have died because of him, because of his desire, his lust. 

And you… 

You’re here with him, underwater, breathing, alive.

With a heavy exhale, he relaxes into the cushions, optics dimming as he prepares for a recharge. Even gods need their rest. 

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When morning comes, Ramattra wakes up first. The arm around your waist tightens, the god pulling you closer as he takes a moment to just savor the feeling of you in his grasp. His touch is almost reverent as he runs a lazy hand through your hair, careful not to wake you. 

You look so peaceful and the god swears he’s falling for you more with each minute that passes. The softness of your features, of your body pressed against his like you were made for him. 

He doesn’t realise you’ve woken until he notices the fluttering of your eyes and the subtle shift in your breathing. 

“Morning…” He hums lowly, vocaliser laced with static. 

“Hey…” You respond with a tired croak. Then, it hits you. Your bare body, the ache between your legs. “We…” 

Ramattra tenses ever so slightly as you start to speak again, his gaze fixed intently on you, watching your face carefully as he awaits your reaction. He can't help the brief flicker of apprehension he feels in the pit of his stomach as he readies himself for whatever you're about to say. 

“We…?” He prompts, his hand stilling its idle motions against your side. 

“We fucked.” You state bluntly, shifting to sit up. “Me and you… we… isn’t that, I don’t know, not allowed?” 

Ramattra just stares at you in disbelief. “Allowed.” He repeats, chuckling softly. “That is what you are worried about? Frowned upon, yes. But, frowned upon does not make it forbidden.” 

He pulls you back down against him, hand brushing through your hair as his optics roam over your bare skin. “You carry my marks well.”

The sudden change in subject makes you pause, your breath catching in your throat. “You’re an ass.” 

Ramattra laughs, chest rumbling. “Careful, little jellyfish. I am still a god, and I have all the time in the world to put you in your place.” 

A comfortable silence settles within the palace, only the steady hum of Ramattra’s inner workings, your soft breaths and the oceans life fill your ears. The corals glow in the dim light, casting hues of colour against your skin.

“What happens now?” You ask, leaning up to look at him. 

“Now?” Ramattra murmurs, glancing down at you. “Now, you stay here with me. I can protect you, keep you safe until the end of time.” 

You smirk, your finger circling against his chest. “Until the end of time, huh? Or, until I become old, frail and weak?” 

The omnic sighs. “Do not be ridiculous.”

“I am still a human.” 

“I know that.” Ramattra hums, combing his hand through your hair again. 

“But, until the end of my time… I would like that.” 

“Good, because I was not going to let you go anyway.” 

You scoff, shaking your head. “Of course you weren’t, and this is why you’re an asshole.” 

“Perhaps so, but, dare I say, I enjoy your company.”

“So… I’m no longer a nuisance?” 

Ramattra huffs, optics snapping to you in a playful glare. “Careful. I can still turn you into a polyp.” 

“Would still prefer the jellyfish.” 

“You truly are one insufferable mortal.”

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