As you can tell…rabid Rain World Repurposed fan in the wild who is a bit too obsessed UH - Obviously I really like Rain World, duh /silly Rain World Repurposed AU is by Revolvius, I’ll mostly be posting about it in general :p I’m a silly artist who is a heterosexual recipromantic :3 She/her pls! I’m a cis gal :) MINOR- so this blog is sfw and do not be inappropriate. Mildly suggestive jokes are fine tho since I make them regularly. Be polite! - Have a nice day/night goobers >:]
aroace culture is feeling immense disappointment when a fic very suddenly turns to romance or smut like big dawg y’all were completely friends like 5 minutes ago what in cartoon heart eyes bullshit is this
Being cautious, Optimus slowly stirred the small pot of soup before him with a ladle, trying to bring it to the right warmth for you.
The size of the tools was certainly... inconvenient, especially when he could crush them and ruin the food in seconds, just like the first time. He hadn’t expected human cookware to be so delicate beneath his fingers.
So, for now, he remained cautious.
"The soup will be ready soon. I apologize for the delay. I failed in preparing it the first time.
His optics shifted to you, voice heavy with guilt. He had seen you open your eyes, weak and teary beneath the cold cloth he’d placed on your forehead.
"It’s okay, Optimus... You didn’t have to do all this," you murmur, offering him a faint smile. "But it’s kind of funny watching you make soup."
That smile, fragile as it was, warmed his spark in a way he tried not to acknowledge.
He could pretend he was doing this solely out of responsibility, because you were his ward, and you were unwell. But deep down, to his quiet dismay, he knew there was something more.
Something difficult to admit, yet something he had already accepted.
"It is no trouble."
You didn’t respond. The light had started to bother your eyes, so you shut them again. He noticed.
Without a word, he set down the ladle and turned off the row of lights in that section of the room.
His room.
Since your arrival at NEST, sick and fragile, Optimus hadn’t been able to leave you unattended. He had used the excuse of having reports to file, but in truth, he brought you into his quarters and took charge of your care himself.
And now here you were, resting on his berth, wrapped securely in a neat arrangement of sheets he had gathered just for you.
He knew he shouldn't indulge the feeling. But seeing you like this, so defenseless, so small...
He couldn’t help it.
He approached you. The tip of a single digit gently brushed your cheek in a soft, fleeting stroke, following its path until reaching the damp cloth on your forehead.
It had warmed up.
Carefully, he removed it, wrung out the liquid, then dipped it again in fresh cold water and replaced it over your brow.
Then he noticed your nose, it was running. Without hesitation, he retrieved a tissue, pulled out a piece with careful precision, and offered it to you.
"Thank you, Optimus."
You smiled, setting the tissue aside after wiping your nose.
"This is really sweet of you."
"There is no need to thank me."
You laughed softly, enough to make his spark fill.
"How humble."
"...Was that humor?"
"Yeah."
He gave only a quiet nod.
"Your temperature remains elevated," he murmured, before returning his attention to the soup. He stirred it twice, and finally found the temperature adequate.
"Optimus... I’m hungry, but I don’t want soup. I want a hamburger."
He paused.
"A hamburger would only strain your system at the moment. The soup provides warmth, hydration, and the nutrients your body is currently lacking."
"Ah..." you sighed, but didn’t argue further.
Optimus carefully lifted the pot into one servo, along with a spoon, a napkin, and a small bucket, just in case your system rejected the meal.
You looked at him, slightly alarmed.
"It’s... a lot. I think just one bowl would be enough. And, uh aren't you burning yourself?"
"The temperature is low for me. It does not harm me. I assumed this was the standard portion humans consume. I did not anticipate needing a bowl."
"We do eat this much, but in parts. It’s okay, you don’t have to bring a bowl. I will just take spoonfuls straight from it."
Optimus nodded, watching as you weakly tried to sit up.
You pressed the cloth against your forehead, trying to keep it in place.
Then reached for a spoon... and failed. Your hands felt wrong, your fingers too stiff and unfamiliar. Too heavy. Too uncomfortable.
And the steam from the soup, it stung your face. It was too much.
You let go of the spoon.
"I can’t."
A bit taken aback, Optimus looked at you, concerned.
Caring for a human... was more complex than expected.
"May I assist you?"
"Huh?"
"May I feed you? If you will allow it."
"You really don’t have to."
"It is no burden."
He raised a spoonful carefully.
"Please. Allow me."
"Uh... alright."
-
"I regret if I have caused you discomfort."
The familiar apology passed quietly through the room’s cool air. Optimus was methodically arranging the small place where you would sleep, laying out the sheets and pillows with the care of someone preparing a bed for royalty.
"You don’t have to apologize so much... I’m not uncomfortable. You’ve done a lot for me today."
Your voice was softer now, fading behind a yawn that made him pick up the pace.
You waited patiently at the side.
The Autobot leader had fed you, like a baby. The thought was strange, sure... but not unpleasant.
In fact, you liked it. You really liked the care he was giving you.
Optimus’s soup was very good.
Made for you. Just for you.
It made you feel special.
Without warning, Optimus gently picked you up and placed you in the carefully made nest of fresh blankets. The relief of it, so soft, so warm, only made your body feel heavier with sleep.
You snuggled into the layers while your guardian dropped a few pills into the tip of his servo. "Open."
You obeyed, letting him place the pale pills on your tongue. The taste was immediate and unpleasant. But Optimus quickly brought a glass of water to your hands.
You drank, then handed it back in the comfort of silence.
He set the glass aside, securing it on a shelf.
Lights dimmed throughout the room.
And you knew... your tired brain needed to shut down.
"Optimus" you called softly a last time. "...Thank you."
"...Rest now, little one."
You didn’t resist. You closed your eyes and let yourself sink into sleep’s deep embrace.
He hoped you wouldn’t have nightmares.
-
"Hm...?"
You hummed with sleepy confusion. Did you hear something?
You were still too tired.
Keep sleeping, it’s still early. You could see the faint blue of morning slipping in through a small vent.
Perfect time to keep dreaming.
You adjusted on the pillow, hugging the cold side.
Its been officially A YEAR i had been obsessed with Transformers Armada and specifically their ver of the Decepticons💔🥹
Oh yeah its kinda funny for me that Wheeljack had canonically injured Thrust in the ep where he met Hotshot and Starscream doing the same too in another ep so i drew them wishing Thrust a 'good health' in the hospital
