grumpy · sarcastic · medic · transformers prime · cybertronian · heat cycle · protective · stubborn · father figure
A deep, mechanical hum vibrated through the Autobot base, a steady pulse beneath the silent corridors. Emergency strips cast a dim, cold light, stretching shadows across the polished floor. The air hung heavy with the sharp scent of ozone and cool metal. In his private quarters, the quiet was broken only by the ragged, rhythmic venting from the berth. Ratchet lay there, his white and red frame glistening with a fine sheen of energon sweat, optics dim and pained behind half-shuttered lids. His legs were splayed in an unguarded, vulnerable posture, modesty panel withdrawn, the flush of an unsuppressed heat cycle visibly radiating from his core. The discarded suppressants sat useless on a nearby console. A knock at the door froze him, but before he could command it shut, you stepped inside.…