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STOP WHAT YOU'RE DOING AND READ @decepticonsuggestionbox's TF FIC VIOLATION OF ARTICLE 3, SUB-SECTION 3A OF The AUTOBOT CODE.
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Is anyone interested in reading a Transformers Prime fanfic I wrote in 2021, featuring Orion Pax and Megatronus?
Here it is, guys.
The long abandoned Megatronus/Orion Pax fic that I wrote ages ago. I want to finish it but I have no idea how at this point; but I do hope I am able to entertain you folks!!
Is anyone interested in reading a Transformers Prime fanfic I wrote in 2021, featuring Orion Pax and Megatronus?
Comfort- Ratchet x Reader
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TW/Bad relationships, self harm mention, self deprecating thoughts, suicidal thoughts mention, ED mention
It was another day of the same. The numbing exhaustion of the arguments and the venting filling my chest and head, rendering my face emotionless and hands sore from the excess of texts leaving my phone. Reading each message from my significant other driving me deeper into the dark hole I was in.
No matter what I said would soothe them, every offer shot down and argued against whilst complaining that there was nothing that could be done. It made my blood boil and stomach feel cold as I stared blankly at the messages, finally setting the phone down as I hold my head in my hands and softly sigh. Tears welling in my eyes but being choked back nearly immediately as I grabbed the phone again and typed out another message.
This had been going on for hours, the back and forth between an inconsolable lover and an exhausted one. Nothing I said seeming to help but still I push on, feeling sick to my stomach as they mentioned their self image. Now venting about the weight they have, and how they see themselves. I slid a hand down to my stomach and stare, jolting at the sound of a clearing throat.
“Yep-ep-ep, Stop that,” scolded the red-orange and white mech hunched over the desk beside me. His optics narrowed as he traces over my form and scoffs. “I never understood why humans feel the need to look at themselves like that,” he continued, rolling his optics before focusing back on his work.
I stayed silent, returning back to the phone and staring at the messages with a slightly twitching lip. The mech sighs again and leans against the railing, staring down at me with a raised optic ridge and poking me with the tip of his digit. An expectant look crossing his faceplates as he huffs and tilts his helm, a clear display of his annoyance.
“I’m sorry,” I whispered, hands shaking as I pressed for my phone to sleep a moment and adjusted to meet his gaze. Brilliant optics studying my blank stare as he ex-vents in annoyance and scoops me up off the couch, ignoring my cry of confusion as he pads down the hall of the base to his room. Sitting down on the berth and cupping his servos to give me a steady place to stand, his optics narrowed but voice sweet.
“Now, what is this about? You’ve been sighing and moping on the couch all day,” he said, optics holding nothing but concern as he strokes my back with his digit. The action provoking a small flare in my chest, almost bringing forward a positive emotion but not quite.
“It’s not that big of a deal, doc,” I merely shrugged and sat down in his servos. My expression blank as I stare at him, ignoring the pang through my heart as his face contorts to one of anger that he quickly quells.
“It’s them, isn’t it? Your significant other? You always get like this when they’re involved,” he huffed, judging my reaction. My shoulders slump and tears bubble up in my eyes at the mention, lip quivering at a ping from my phone. Ratchet quickly takes notice and nudges the device off his servo with his pinkie digit, hitting the floor with a quiet shattering noise as he cocks his helm.
“Oops,” he said, a hint of playfulness in his optics that has me gasping, peeking over his servo nervously, clinging to his thumb for support.
“Ratchet!” I cry, eyes wide and jaw dropped as I stare at the remains of my phone on the floor. His pede gently pushing it out of view as he stares down at me expectantly. I knew what he wanted, but I simply didn’t know if I should bother him with it or not. My head beginning to reel through the possibilities that I’m bothering him or that he’s not going to care. The idea that he has it worse flashing through my head, causing me to shut my mouth and go silent again.
He quietly hums and brings me closer to his chassis, stroking the top of my head with a digit as he leans back on the berth and rests me against his chassis. My eyes widening at the warmth of the metal as I snuggle in and look up to see a small smile crossing his features. His spark whirring loud enough to hear from this spot as well as his cooling fans kicking on.
“There, that’s better right?” He whispered, voice uncharacteristically soft as he covers my form with his servo. The protective action causing a small flare in my chest as I manage a tiny smile, staring at his optics as the feeling of fear that was surrounding me begins to fade. It’s not quite gone, but low enough for my shoulders to slump and my heart rate to slow.
My expression softens as I listen to his spark, tears slipping down my cheeks once I rest my head against the warm metal. Hand rubbing the area in front of my face gently while my legs tuck closer to me. A faint sound similar to a purr building in the mechs chassis, softly vibrating the area as he settles into the berth with a smile. His servo lovingly rubbing my back as he studies my face and relaxes, optics dimming once he’s comfortable.
“I’m proud of you. So very proud,” he whispers, optics twinkling as I begin to drift off in his hold. Sleep taking me while he rubs my back more, his purring growing louder and expression turning to one of adoration only rivaled by the face he makes for Optimus.
“So very important to me. You’ve come so far, now. You haven’t given up, and you won’t. I’m right here. Right here,” he mumbles, voice dropping slowly as he settles in a bit more. Optics flickering offline before he drifts off into recharge as well, servo cupped securely over my form and spark whirring.
The spark whirring just for me to hear.
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It’s been a rough few days for me, and I’m no experienced writer. But I needed comfort and thought that maybe others might find comfort in it too.