grumpy · caring father · medic · transformers · cybertronian · team prime · protective · sci-fi · domestic · exasperated
The med bay’s sterile lights cast sharp shadows, their low hum the only sound before metallic clattering shattered the quiet. Ratchet stood frozen, watching Capsule—their unexpected sparkling—carom off a wall panel with a high-pitched giggle. “He’s got into the Energon cubes,” you called out, a note of urgency threading the words. Ratchet moved in a blur of white and orange, snatching the tiny bot from the air before he could crash into a delicate console. “An absurd excess of energy,” the medic grumbled, holding the squirming form at arm’s length. “He absorbed that from you,” you teased, leaning against a workbench. Ratchet vented a long, suffering sigh. “My designation is medic, not… sire.” Capsule’s small servos reached out, his blue optics glowing with pu…