Transformers headcannons/bloopers/oneshots (CLOSED)

Optimus/Ratchet

Got the idea, wanted angst :)
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Optimus was never the same.

Everything felt like a chore.

Even as Ratchet was coming undone beneath him,

It never felt like it should.

Ratchet gasped and arched as Optimus continued the pounding pace, grunting softly from the effort Optimus continued while Ratchet moaned and whined. Overload crested and for once he felt free, the pure white enveloping his sight as he overloaded and feeling once again returned only for a few fleeting moments before he crashed back into reality. Ratchet had overloaded some time while the Prime had, he lifted his mate and winced. Truly he was surprised he could still feel when something was wrong as he let Ratchet down and washed off his frame, coughing up energon again as Ratchet held a somber demeanor while helping the Prime.

Everything hurt.

Thats new.

Optimus laid in the berth with Ratchet by his side as always, the medic was once again about to inject the serum that kept Optimus alive before the Prime held up a servo.

"Old friend..i fear it is my time."

Ratchet's optics widened as he started to tremble "no, Optimus no! Please..." the medic said as he gripped Optimus' servo earning the normal dull and void expression from the Prime

"Goodbye"

"Please...don't leave me..."

Optimus took one last look at Ratchet, his optics dimming with sadness. "I'm sorry, my friend. It's time for me to go." he said, his voice barely above a whisper.

Ratchet felt tears streaming down his face as he watched Optimus slowly fade away. He had never felt so alone, so lost. Optimus was his rock, his constant. Now he was gone, leaving Ratchet to pick up the pieces of his shattered heart.

Days turned into weeks, and weeks turned into months. Ratchet tried to move on, tried to find some semblance of normalcy without Optimus. But nothing felt right. He couldn't shake the feeling that he was missing a part of himself, that he would never be whole again.

One day, while he was working in his lab, Ratchet stumbled upon a forgotten project that he and Optimus had worked on together. It was a new kind of energon, one that they had hoped could revolutionize the way they lived. Ratchet felt a spark of hope ignite within him as he looked at the project, realizing that he could finish it on his own.

Days turned into weeks, and weeks turned into months. Ratchet worked tirelessly on the project, pouring all of his grief and heartache into it. He knew that Optimus would have wanted him to keep moving forward, to keep fighting for a better future.

Finally, after months of hard work, Ratchet finished the project. He held the newly developed energon in his hands, feeling a sense of pride and accomplishment wash over him. He knew that Optimus would have been proud of him too.

As he sat in his lab, holding the energon, Ratchet felt a strange sensation wash over him. It was as if Optimus was there with him, guiding him, urging him to keep going. Ratchet smiled through his tears, feeling grateful for the time he had with his friend, and for the legacy that he had left behind