Transformers Oneshots (M)

Reunited (R)(TFP) (NSFW)

Ratchet x Femme!Reader
⚠️MATURE CONTENT⚠️

So in this I made it where, while Ratchet and Optimus are still old friends and whatever, Optimus looks at (y/d) and Ratchet as parental figures in private along with friends. :3 oh and... it's quite angsty at the beginning...

Grab the tissues!

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"If you're lost, you can look and you will find me"
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My venting was ragged as my pod entered an atmosphere. I tried to keep a tight hold on the controls, the joystick rattling in my grasp. I groaned, pod violently shaking and knocking my grip loose. "Error. Error. Please decrease velocity. Pull up. Pull up." The systems warning repeated and before I knew it, the pod was hitting solid ground. My helm slammed against the inner wall of the pod as it skated over the ground, a couple warning popping into my vision before everything went dark.

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Ratchet's P.O.V.

I vented, typing at the newly installed monitors in this abandoned missile silo. We'd been on Earth for two and a half orbital cycles (~2.5 months) and the government has granted us a personal and private area away from human optics. We settled in relatively easily, us not having much to put up. It was a decently sized base, big enough to store and care for everybot here.

I had finished getting the monitors set up yesterday, and today was the cycle I finally would get to test them. None of us had yet to really explore, trying to adjust to the planet and its many laws.

"Any success old friend?" I heard an all too familiar set of vocals from behind me. I vented and slowly turned to face my oldest and best friend with a frown, shaking my helm. "Do not fret Ratchet, you are a smart mech and if anybot is able to get these systems up and running it is you." He assured and I nodded, right. Focus Ratchet. She needs you to find her.

The monitors booted up and I ran through a systems diagnostic, ensuring everything was working. There was a lot of bugs and errors to work through but I made adjustments as I went before I could fully access the system. I took in a deep vent and started searching...

Only to find nothing.

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3 Months Later

I vented, staring at the ceiling. There was nothing from the bond, hadn't heard anything since Cybertron went dark. I've searched every single sector of this Primus forsaken planet and there hasn't been a single trace of my love. Not one.

It was like she just didn't exist. But I knew she did. I had the memories, the pictures, the dreams. I was starting to lose hope of ever finding my love again, ever seeing her beautiful faceplates, loving smile, bright optics. I never deserved her. She was too perfect but we found each other. We promised we'd do everything together, including joining the allspark. But now...

I knew such a promise was impossible to keep but she had so much ahead of her to go so soon. Neither of us were young bots anymore but that didn't mean we didn't have a life planned out for us. We both in a sense had adopted Orion when we met him, Optimus now missing his carrier figure and friend.

Everyday I'd tug on the faint bond connecting me to my sparkmate, and everyday my hope would dwindle when I didn't get a response.

There was a knock on my door and I vented, slowly shifting to get up and open the door. In front of me was my best friend, son, and leader. "Optimus... did you need something?" I ask, allowing myself to be weak. The taller mech vented and shook his helm, slipping inside as I stepped back. I knew what he wanted, and while most would say it was weird to see a Prime in such an affectionate manner, he was like a son to me. I sat on my berth, Optimus shuffling closer as he laid on his backstruts. He laid his helm in my lap and I went to rubbing behind his audial. He truly was a young bot, not as young as Bumblebee but he was definitely early in adulthood. He was haunted by the shadows that chased him, the memories and wisdom of the Primes that aged him mentally. The war in which he lost that of which was like a brother. This way, he could relax.