You remember that Outlier Ratchet fanfiction I had? Yeah!! I do too!! Ignore the fact it’s been a year but uh… it’s getting an update soon! Here’s a sneak peak :3
please don’t kill me I swear I just lost interest in TF for a bit but I’m back in and I’ll finish it please believe me
It’s been a while so I’ll just… drop this here
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
Hiatus finally broken!!! If you’ve followed by Outlier! Ratchet AU now would be a good time to start rereading… for now, take this sneak peak at the new chapter that should be released on or after New Years <3
But Optimus’s eyes, for once, weren’t focused on Megatron. No, he’s looked at that damned mech long enough.
His friend needed him.
But in all honesty, he almost didn’t recognize Ratchet with the way he looked, in startling Decepticon regalia. Black, red, and yellow in harsh striping. When he met his eyes it wasn’t blue-on-blue but rather, blue-on-yellow. Yellow. It was never a color he associated with Ratchet traditionally, not as a mech, no he always thought of Ratchet in the softest and gentlest green-blue his imagination could render. Aureate optics, the ones he found on his friend presently, complimented the softer optical socket Ratchet’s facial geometry favored. Of course, Optimus has grown to link Ratchet’s sharp eye color with his sharp tongue and sharper wit, but he found no such sharpness in the present form of his dear friend.
In its stead was a spark-deep tiredness. Not hopelessness, as Optimus was tempted to label it, just… tiredness. Like he had spent too many late-nights up, studying for another ruthless med-exam. And if Optimus looked hard enough, he could see that hope which defined Ratchet, that logic-defying faith in the future which Ratchet often attempted to temper with realism and sarcasm. A look Optimus thought had faded from his friend’s optics since the war got worse, since the darkening of Cybertron.
And somehow, left upon a Decepticon flagship, surrounded by enemies, Ratchet regained that visible hope. That… spark of belief that led him to follow Optimus.
And now, it was leading him to follow Megatron.
End of Sneak Peak and my fic linked down below if you’re interested in the whole story or need a refresher!!
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
i just wanted to let you know that in addition to making my inner writing analyst a feral fucking beast your fic has ALSO imprinted on my inner art goblin.
she wants you to know that this is how i feel reading your fic at any given time
that’s all have a good day 🫡
I appreciate your inner goblins enthusiasm ;)
Hehehe, I’m very glad every part of you enjoys my silly fic
(Very accurate portrayal of Ratchet in this drawing, he is a traumatized little blorbo and needs many hugs…)