#optiratch week 2021

[medicdoodles]

So this is based on this one comic where Smokescreen had a Pin up data pad with a image of Ratchet with it. Set in Prime verse.

(Day 1)||(Day 4)|| (Day 5: Confession)|| (Day 6)

When Smokescreen joined Team Prime he notice that Ratchet looked familiar.

Smokescreen looks at Ratchet and back at the data pad in his hands. The figure on the pad looks almost like him, but clearly much younger.

Now it wouldn't be a problem except for the data pad is full of risque images. Ones that Smokescreen had used often when he was feeling a little lonely, and if his suspensions were true then he might have to reevaluate his top pic.

"Smokescreen is that Data pad giving you issues? Perhaps I may be able to assist you." Optimus says as he moves to stand behind him.

"Oh! Optimus sir." He turns to salute him. "It's not that at all." Looking back down at the picture. He supposes that if anyone else could tell him the answer, besides Ratchet, it would be him. "I just have a question." He leans towards Prime and shows him the image. "Is this...you know..?"

Optimus looks down at it and gives a little smile. "I was unaware that Alpha Trion would still keep this with my other items. Although, I am surprise that you have it with you."

"Uhhh I didn't meant that. Optimus sir!" Smokescreen uses his free hand to tug at some loose plating. This is embarassing as it is, last thing he wants to think about is Optimus Prime with a interface drive. "What I ment to as is... Is this Ratchet?!"

"Yes it is." Did he have a hint of pride in his voice? "Although that was taken when he was much younger. If I recall correctly this is from Ratchet's first featured album."

"~Well..." Ratchet says from the front of the main computer making Smokescreen jump in his plating. "Now that I know where your copies went. You can get rid of those 'replacements' you have."

"Awww", Optimus answers in what could be both amused annoyances. "But I prefer those ones."

"Ehp pa pa." Ratchet waves one hand up. "Those are going to the sea of data."

Optimus leans towards Smokescreen, "Perhaps it would be wise to delete those instead."

"Yeah... was planning to anyways."

[optiratchweek]

OptiRatch Week is here!

Day One: Pining

[medicdoodles]

(Day 1)||(Day 5)||(Day 6: Family)||(Day 7)

A small snippet about Ratchet and Optimus at the end of Season 2 RiD. Set right before Ratchet heads out.

Both Optimus Prime and Ratchet split from the rest of Team Bee and moved to the edge of the junkyard to watch the sunset. They sit close to one another so they can touch each if they want, but their EM field intermingled. While their reunion was short lived, Ratchet delays his departure to tomorrow just give himself more time with his bond mate.

"It's strange to think", he rests shifts so more of his body is facing Optimus but continues to look forward. That I've gotten used to outpost Omega-1 being our family. Now that we've disbanded it's just the two of us." Ratchet pats the disk that is Undertone.

"I apologize that I may not go with you Old Friend."

Ratchet stops him by placing his and on Optimus' shoulder. "It's fine, besides once my parole is over I'll come back to assist both you and Bumblebee." He stands ups and moves so he stands on top of Optimus. "So at least wait until I get back before you do something stupid."

They stare at each other, both understanding the journey each will have to undergo separate. Optimus then rushes forward to hug Ratchet's mid section and drags him to the ground, both of them laughing. "I promise if you give me a parting gift."

"Optimus, not in front of Undertone."

[medicdoodles]

I finally finished all the prompts. Set in Prime verse.

(Day 1) || (Day 3) || (Day 4: Devotion) || (Day 5)

When Orion was given the Matrix all the past Prime tell him to go after Ratchet, at least before he has to lead Cybertron.

Your last chance.

The journey down this path was brutal. Between the raging war and the natural terrain of Kaon reaching the well was an argus task, But Orion Pax must do it.

After this you must devote yourself to cybertron.

He had to speak with Primus, to go where he is.

Indulge in the bot that holds your spark.

The plating on his frame slowed Orion down. The heat coming from the center of the planet lit his frame on fire. Soon it melted right off, but he has to push forward.

He must.

Confess to him your feelings.

By the time Orion made it to the core of the planet most of his limbs had fallen off. Both legs burnt down to thier hip joints. His left arm popped off and the right side of his helm morphed into itself. Figures flattened from having to drag his body no matter how much he was hurting he had to keep going.

Tell him you love him.

Primus had gifted to him The Matrix of Leadership, a means to end the conflict. That gave him a new frame to fight with, and wisdom to guide them.

This was all for the service of Cybertron, to save the world and its people. However, with all his new found guidance, the past Primes also embolden him to tell Ratchet about his feelings. That this maybe ge last chance to act as himself as Orion. That until the war is over he will have to put all personal issues aside.

He made it to the small pop up medical tent Ratchet setup while he waited for him. Just on the outskirts of the blast zone easy to drive in and out. The medic had told Orion that he would wait for him. Even if it took the rest of his life he would wait.

Orion walked through the door, to his surprise the room is empty and no patients to take care of. He made his way to th back of the room and spots the office, before his friend walked in.

"Oww!" Ratchet said as he bumped into his abdomen. "At least knock before coming in here." Ratchet looked up surprise, "Orion?" He then reached for his arm and inspected him. "What happened? How did it go, and how did you get this upgrade?"

Orion lifts Ratchet off the ground and places him on the nearest table in the room. The force of his body hitting the surface pushed it into the wall. This doesn't stop Orion from crawling with him, moving his lips to Ratchet's audio fin.

"I spoke with Primus." Orion then presses a kiss on the side of his helm. "He gifted to me The Matrix of Leadership and I have become a Prime. He wishes for me to lead our planet towards peace."

"Oh!" Ratchet gasps and tries to push him away. "Then should we go back to Iacon? I'm sure you have to speak with Alpha Trion about it."

"Ratchet." He places another kiss. "I love you and want to express that to you." Running his hands down Ratchet's chest towards his thighs.

"Orion... I don't know what to say." The medic shifts his frame around trying to avoid Orion's touch.

"While it is true many Primes do not take lovers, it is not forbidden. I wish to have you." He grabs Ratchet's hands, lefts his helm to look into his partner's optics. "However with the impending war it would be unsafe to keep you. Until it ends it would be unsafe to keep you. So for tonight I will devote myself to you."

Ratchet moves to kiss him. "Then I will wait for you. Take you time and by the end of it I'll be right here."

[medicdoodles]

And here we are at the last promt. Sorry it took like a whole year to finish this, but I hope this years optiratch week goes better.

(Day 1)||(Day 5)|| (Day 6)||

Set in Marvel Verse where Ratchet rejoins the Autobots. Optimus Prime walks back and forth the Medbay to talk to Ratchet.

It had been 15 years since he'd last seen Ratchet. 15 years of being trapped in Megatron's hold.

15 years since Megatron had take him when he escaped from the arc, and Optimus let him.

He doesn't want to see Ratchet. He feels that if he were, he would adimt to him this fact. That it would slip out in conversation that he allowed Megatron to take him. That he sentenced him to the years of imprisonment and knew he was there.

He could justify that the Autobots could not do anything more for him. He could explain to Ratchet that they took the gamble of the Decepticons finding out how to brake the bond. That they had a plan to get him back after they did, but the truth was many of his team thought him a lost cost.

This was the third time Optimus has past by the Medbay. He was trying to convince himself to at least vist his friend. After the first time they lost him he owes it to Ratchet.

The sensor on the front door picks up his presents. He hears a chocked sob coming from the office and rushes in. It strikes Optimus as odd, the only person who in is Ratchet.

Sure enough he sees the medic hunched over on the floor. He's looking at his servos, scalp and drills scatter all over the place. Optimus can feel his distress oozing out of his field. Once he hears another sob escape the medic's vocals, he reaches out to comfort him.

"Ratchet..." Optimus says and places one servo on his shoulder. Ratchet goes stiff, and it enters the Prime's thoughts, that Megatron must have only ever hit the medic. It's hard to see his most treasured and stubborn mech vulnerable like this, but he must try.

"We're we really made just to fight?" Ratchet then stands ups, he faces Optimus, arms stretching in front of him and servos clutching in agony.

This is the second time Prime has a chance to look at his reframing. Ratchet has more bulk on his outer armor. His windshield was once one soild whole, now spilt into three separate peices. He even lost what few reds, it's all isolated to his hands.

"Ratchet..." Optimus minds wonders back to the discovery of the Quintessons and their claim of Cybertron being their slaves. It's all Functism slag and he wasn't going to let Ratchet entertain it. "Whatever Megatron has no power over you. Freedom is the right of all sentient beings, and you choose to be a medic, a healer in this world of war."

He maneuvers Ratchet to stands. "If you want to stay away from the fighting I will not fault you." Something comes over him, those thoughts he had when they lost Ratchet. The last words he said to him about having fight against Megatron, when he was the only one.

Optimus Prime then hugs Ratchet. Pulls him in close and holds on tight. "I apologies for making you fight. You were just a medic, made to heal and I-"

Ratchet returns the embrace, he wraps whatever he can hold and reassure Optimus. "It's okay. I was the last Autobot, right? I wouldn't want the team to be under the rule of Megatron." The medic squeezes the prime closer, "I was scared what he would have done to you."

"Ratchet..."

"I don't regret what I've done to protect you." Ratchet the escape his grasp, leans down and kisses Optimus' middle. "Optimus-"

[aromanticautobot]

Here's the AO3 link :)))

OptiRatch Week is here, ya’ll

Prompt Number One is Pining, so here’s our two old gays being literally so in love with each other 

Keep reading

[medicdoodles]

So I'm not sure if Optiratch Week is happening this year cause I couldn't find any prompts but I'll finish for last year.

As always no edits.

(Day 1)|| (Day 2: Duty)|| (Day 3)

In which Optimus Prime is crowned a Prime and finds out the extent of his friend's service to the legacy.

Today was the coronation of the new crowned, Optimus Prime and the official duties of legalizing the mech to power were drawing to a close. Now came the worst part, the part in which the other Primes would present gifts to their new equal.

Duty. This was his duty. It was drilled into his head from the moment Nova Prime chose to sponsor his Medical Education. Ratchet responsibility as a medic is to his patients but as a person. He belonged to whomever Nova Prime choose.

Standing by Nova Prime, he was dolled up to the elevens. Precious metals folded, twisted, and melted together to make the most elegant crown, necklaces and collars. Jewels stolen from other citys, cultures, and off world civilizations adoring his frame to look presentable. A veil so thick in fabric not even camera's flashing would expose his face. Lace so immaculately woven together, the most ardent clock makers would be jealous of it's intricate detail.

Humiliation creeping into his field. Once again he is all but leashed, ready to be handed off to service another Prime.

Optimus Prime walks up the stairs that would allow him to reach the home of his Matrix's Legacy. The palace assigned to all holders of Micronus Prime's Marix of Leadership. Nova bowes, acknowledging him as an equal. "I as the oldest Prime, bestow upon you the title of Optimus Prime." He then hands him the key to the Primordial home. "As Prime I gift to you this palace. Former residency of Nominus Prime. Historical home of Micronus, you Optimus Prime are to serve the people here."

Then Ratchet feels a tug on his arm, his signal to bow. He bends as low as physically possible, he is not allowed to grovel at his new master's feet, least the public see him disrespectfully dirty his outfit. "As Nova, I ask of you to please take care of Nominus' widowed lover."

Optimus places his hands above his, attempting to make eye contact but his veil coveres his face. "You may stay as long as needed." Quiet, just to reassure him that he is welcomed to stay in the place that houses his belongings.

"Thank you, My Prime." Ratchet then stand up, all of Cybertron cheers for the era of thier new Prime and the two of them head towards the home.

Ratchet directs the two of them into the main floor of the museum. There the staff fill the halls with applause and congratulations. Optimus waves back giving his thank yous, he is much more shy here than at the ceremony. They walk to the off limits area in the back.

Ratchet points to the key Optimus was given. Using it to open the gates they climb up to the residency area. Opening to the main chamber they turn to face each other.

"I'm sure that you must be saddened by the lost of your Conjux Endra." Optimus moves to clasp both their hands together, comforting. "You may take all the time that you need until you feel ready."

Ratchet lifts his head to meet his eyes, using his shoulder to move the veil off his face. "Thank you Prime, but Nominus and I were never Bonded."

"Ratchet?" Prime, then grips his chin. "You and he-", anger rises in his field. "I thought when you said you had a long term partner it was Pharma not-" Optimus released his hold. "My apologies. My anger is not on you." He gives a long sigh, "I will look into it, but I promise you Ratchet that I will get you out of your servitude."

"Serving you is my duty." Ratchet then pulls on two of Prime's finger. "But I'll be happy if you do cut it." He gives him a small smile.

-----

It had been a while since Optimus became Prime and he finally finished all of the legalizing of his power. He even read into all of the documents of all the assets he would inherit and in there was Ratchet's service.

He would have liked to crush it, delete it and have it scrubbed for all history but that honor was for Ratchet alone. Speaking of which...

"Good morning, Orion-- I mean Optimus. I hope that you've gotten your footing as Prime." Ratchet says as he enters the dining area and sits at the chair across from him. After telling Ratchet that he was originally Orion Pax the mech would use the name on accident.

"I do not mind in the slightest if you continue to call me that." Prime takes a sip from his cube. A small smile slips on his face. He kinda hopes that Ratchet would make the name a habit.

"Yeah, okay." They sit in silence as the finish their meal. Nothing but the clink of the cubes making noise. To most this would be awkward, but with Ratchet it felt comfortable.

Before all of this, Orion would guess there was something between them. It was a feeling past friendship, deeper, maybe even romantic. Had he not become Prime, he might have even thought asking him out.

Of course now Ratchet was a slave to him, and he could never force intimacy. "This is for you." Optimus takes the data pad from the table and hands it to Ratchet. "It contains the last documentation of your servitude."

Ratchet turns it on, expression dumb founded. "I'm not sure I follow Prime."

"I managed to write you out of my inheritance. Meaning you will no longer be bound to me."

"Are you saying..."

"Ratchet. You a free mech." Optimus then touches his hand. "The contract is broken and if you wish it you can finally leave this place."

Tears form around Ratchet's eyes as his grip on the pad tightens. The sound of the glass breaking could be heard, while Ratchet himself is still. "I-", he finally looks at Optimus. "Thank you. I'm not sure why you do this for me, but thank you."

They look into each other's eyes, "Because I love you."

[medicdoodles]

So I had plan to do all of Optiratch week on time but my 2nd job royally fucked up the schedule, so it ate into my writing time but I’ll try for this week.

No Beta, In Marvel verse tf.

Day 1: (Pining)|| (Day 2)

Optimus Prime would always accompany his good friend while he went out to partying to pick up one night stand. This time went a little different... 

Optimus Prime wouldn't say he was a prude, while not one to engage in full debauchery, he could at least say he enjoyed a good back and forth and a further more. However, when it came to going partying with Ratchet it sure was difficult for him to remember that. The sad thing about it was the kinds of mechs Ratchet would pick up were ones who don't deserve him, not that Prime could think of who really does.

Tonight was especially bad, Ratchet had his face paint done up with metallic pigments in the shape of his medic's cross, while he had those bright white star magnetic audio hoops that sparkled in the spotlight. It's his ditzy electo nurse act, the one that picked up bots with a complex to have power over others. Ones like that shipping truck that stocked them to the back lot on their way out.

"He's awfully persistent, don't you think Prime?" Ratchet said but kept his optics focused on his stocker.

"I do hope you've told him off, I hate to see something happen to you when I go." If Optimus got closer to Ratchet it was for his protection.

"Of course I may be playing dumb, but am not one." They turn left opposite direction of Ratchet's apartment and into the Prime complex, like Unicron he was going to lead him his friends living space. "I think we should stop to say something more clearly."

Before anyone else had a chance to react Ratchet stopped dead center of their unwanted guest path, arms crossed across his windshield, and if Optimus wasn't furious at him for starting this reckless operation he would have called it cute.

"What's your problem? Is it not enough that you ogled me at the strip and snagged a few angles." Wait when did that happen and more importantly why hadn't he said something before.

"Wow what happened to that cute little lynx I was flirting with back at the club?" For others part the moment he reached Ratchet he shifted away from them, his friend has a particular skill of turning from prey to predator in klicks.

"Soured the moment my rejection wasn't clear enough, now tell me what you want then go away."

The bot looked between the two of them, deciding whether or not it was worth it before hissing his denta together and running off. "I don't why you keep do this. I mean what do you get from looking at bots that behave like that?" He said without actually thinking his friend would answer, but-

"The ones that I pick up are much kinder than that guy." Ratchet drops his arms and shifted into a much more bashful position, almost shameful. "Sometimes I'm tried of having to fight for respect by my peers." Ratchet started swaying in place. "Most of the time they hold me tenderly and for a moment I feel safe, heard."

Optimus looks at his friend's face, he has a gloomy look, and fiddled with his digits to burn off the energy he so often has to have in abundance. He hadn't really thought about how much Ratchet had to talk over others to get them to listen. How the functionist stacked society that bots like him were often silentice into complacency. That even though Ratchet is Cybertron's top Medical Doctor, when it came to his engineering career he was treated with disrespect, like he was nothing but a prep assistant.

It's a surprise that only now Prime see how much it frustrated his friend is on how he is treated. Before he could think he grabbed Ratchet's wrist and hold them in place as he waits for his friend to look up at him.

When the lock optics Optimus Prime could only see the unbearable loneliness. For all the glitter that shone, and the glare made by the shape of his hoops, he could clearly see the want to tell his sorrow to someone without having it backfire.

"I think I finally understand." Ratchet gave him a bewildered look as he leads their face closer. "But if you wanted to find someone you can be vulnerable with then maybe you should have just looked back."

"Tch. Coming from the bot who has me pinned in the middle of the road. Am I sure I could trust you with that?" Thier lip plates inch closer together, he can feel the high charge coming from every breath.

"Yeah..."

[optiratchweek]

OptiRatch Week is here!

Day One: Pining