HELLO! I decided to take on a challenge from my TikTok followers to rewrite the ENTIRETY of TFP. If you guys want to read the fic Iβve got lots of big plans for the story! Hereβs a quick snippet to entice yall
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Optimus sat on his berth, contemplating what to do about the children as he reviewed a datapad with reports Fowler had sent about the damage caused and the countermeasures being taken. What was he even going to say to these kids? Should he tell them the bare minimum and explain that they are being kept under surveillance to keep them safe?
βNo,β he thought. βThat would not be right or fair. They have the right to know who and what we are and why we are here. I cannot keep them safe if they only know so little.β
Ratchet strode into his room, locking the doors as they slid closed with a creak. Optimus looked up as he noticed the doctor. βHow is Cliffjumper?β he asked, putting the datapad down.
βStill in stasis, but his vitals have vastly improved from when he first got back. Iβve told Arcee to ping me if he gets worse,β replied Ratchet, moving to take a seat next to him, the berth creaking under the additional weight. βAre those Fowlerβs reports?β he asked, pointing to the datapad. Optimus wordlessly nodded with a hum as he handed it to Ratchet.
βPrimus, thatβs a lot of damageβ¦β he said as he started reading, his field drawing closer to his frame. βThe impact that the explosion in the forest caused is going to take quite a toll on the soil and fauna. But itβs good that there havenβt been any reported human casualties.β
βAgreed,β said the Prime with a tired ex-vent. His shoulders sagged slightly. Ratchet gave him a knowing look. Optimus sensed the doctorβs stare, looking back up at him with an unsure look in his optics. His field sent a pulse of question.
βYouβve got no clue what to say to those kids, do you?β asked Ratchet with a soft chuckle.
βNo,β said Optimus with a disappointed huff, his shoulders deflating and his finials turning downwards.
βAnd youβve been wracking your processor trying to decide on whether or not to tell them everything?β Ratchet asked as he quirked an optical ridge, a soft smile peeking on his faceplate.
βYes,β Optimus replied as he smiled at Ratchet warmly. After all these eons, Ratchet still knew him better than anyone else.
βWell, you donβt have to worry about it right now,β replied Ratchet as he scooched closer, letting his field radiate reassurance as it grew to intertwine with Optimusβs own. βThey wonβt be here until the day after tomorrow. Youβll have all day to think about it.β
βDo you think Cliffjumper will wake by then?β asked Optimus as he began leaning towards Ratchet. βI heard that Miko was especially concerned about him. I do not want her to feel bad if she cannot see him.β
βEven if he doesnβt, heβll be fine. Itβs not like she wonβt be seeing him around anyway,β remarked Ratchet as he waved his servo in the air dismissively. He brought it down on Optimusβ thigh, giving off an experimentally small pulse from his field.
βRatchet,β warned Optimus as the energy coursed through his protoform, βYou are tired from a whole day of tending to the teamβs injuries. It would be best if you rested in case Arcee or Cliffjumper needs you.β
βIβm not that tired,β replied Ratchet as he leaned closer, continuing to let off small pulses of need. Optimus could already feel his own field pulsing to match the doctorβs. βAnd weβve always recharged better after an overload anyway. Arcee and Cliffjumper will be fine,β he said with a one-shouldered shrug.
Optimusβs ridges nearly shot off his face as his finials perked as high as they could go. βAfter so long of having known you, I am still taken aback when you say such things as if it is completely normal.β
βIt is normal, Optimus,β said Ratchet, moving to grab both of The Primeβs servos with his own, accompanying the action with a slightly stronger pulse that made Optimusβs protoform tremble. βYouβre just too used to acting so proper all the time.β
Optimus could feel his frame beginning to get warmer. He turned his servos to face palm-up against Ratchetβs, sending signals between their digits once more. Optimus let his optics drift closed. Ratchet sighed in contentment as they stayed like that for a bit, absorbing each other's fields in comfortable silence as they bounced pulses back and forth. When was the last time they had the time to do this?
Optimus always forgot just how much he liked feeling Ratchetβs field surround him. He opened his optics to look at Ratchet, gently drew his hands away to grab Ratchetβs arms, and slowly pulled the doctor towards him.
βMay I?β he asked, giving Ratchet a cautiously questioning look.
βOh, puh~lease~β said Ratchet with a chuckle, moving on top of the Prime to straddle his lap, taking both arms and wrapping them around Optimusβ neck as Ratchetβs thick legs and thighs encased his narrow waist. The berth creaked even louder in protest. βIβm not as tired as I seem anymore, am I?β he quipped.
Optimus suddenly sent a particularly strong wave of lust, taking his own arms to wrap around Ratchetβs middle and rest on the small of his spinal struts, rubbing large and long circles. Ratchet jolted at the sensation as he let out a strained yelp, already feeling his frame heating up. His thighs squeezed around Optimusβs waist with a soft metallic squeal.
βNo,β replied Optimus as he hungrily looked Ratchet up and down in appreciation of his reaction, noting how Ratchetβs antenna furiously quivered. βI suppose not.β
The Prime leaned forward, putting his mouth on Ratchetβs neck as he started nibbling the exposed cables that grew warmer as energon rapidly coursed through them. Optimus gently licked the seams of each cable as he moved along Ratchetβs throat. Ratchet keened in response, moving his head to give Optimus better access, his motor revving loudly.
βIt would be best to try and keep it down,β chastised Optimus in between nibbles, now beginning to pepper Ratchetβs neck with kisses, though his own revving was beginning to grow in volume. βWe would not want to disturb Bulkhead down the hall,β he noted, continuing to send teasing vibrations from his field.
βBulkhead could recharge through a volcanic eruption,β Ratchet retorted through his teeth as his cooling fans clicked on. Optimus hummed in consideration of the remark and sent another pulse. He winced as he felt Ratchetβs servos scrape against his back struts and change position to grab onto his smoke stacks.
But Optimus didnβt let up as he began massaging the doctorβs aft for several minutes. To Ratchet, it felt like hours as Optimus kept letting pulses of lust and want bloom from his field, each one getting stronger and quicker. Ratchet could only hold on helplessly, stifling whines and cries with a servo as he endured the torture.
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