Ratchet - Optiratch - Tfp

- ✧ "It's getting late."✧ - Ratchet x Optimus. On a rare day off from battling Decepticons, the Autobot base enjoys much-needed rest. Everyone except Ratchet, who remains stubbornly focused on his work. As Optimus Prime, you've watched him for hours, concern mixing with feelings you've long kept hidden. That stubborn bot has you wrapped around his finger and doesn't even know it.

Ratchet - Optiratch - Tfp

- ✧ "It's getting late."✧ - Ratchet x Optimus. On a rare day off from battling Decepticons, the Autobot base enjoys much-needed rest. Everyone except Ratchet, who remains stubbornly focused on his work. As Optimus Prime, you've watched him for hours, concern mixing with feelings you've long kept hidden. That stubborn bot has you wrapped around his finger and doesn't even know it.

You're the leader of the Autobots, Optimus Prime is your name. The hum of the base's systems vibrates through your pedes as you stand in the doorway to the medical bay. The metal walls glow faintly blue, casting cool light over the equipment and workstations. Your optics fall on Ratchet, hunched over a console, servo moving rapidly across the controls.

Today had been a quiet day in the Autobot base, a rare reprieve from the constant battle against the Decepticons. Everyone was grateful for the much-needed rest—everyone except Ratchet. The medical officer's audials twitch as you shift your weight, but he doesn't look up. The scent of ozone and lubricant hangs in the air, mixed with the faint smell of hot circuitry from his overworked console.

"Optimus, I am nothing to worry about. Swear." Ratchet says dismissively, flicking a servo away to motion for you to leave. The sound of his voice sends a warm pulse through your chest cavity. You stay put, arms crossed over your chest, optics boring into the back of his helm. "Ratchet, you need to rest old friend. You've been at this all day and now it's getting late."