Just a little fic submission I thought you'd like:> (regressor OP and Cg ratchet in tfa)
Which in itself isn't bad. Infact Ratchet usually loves the rain when he's inside, nice and dry that way. However, this had been the day that he promised he'd take Optimus to the park. The kid loved the park, or more specifically loved this little area somehow untouched by humans where he could sit and watch the ducks in a nearby pond. He'd giggle and point, bouncing in excitement. It was unbearablly adorable and Ratchet kept every memory of their time there close to his spark. And after a stressful week, Sentinel being an aft head, humans being a HUGE pain in the aft, seventeen SEPORATE Deception attacks, and he could tell that Optimus was not recharging well or fueling nearly as often as he needed too. In short the kid both deserved and NEEDED his time in his favorite place. But it was raining, and it would do nothing to help him if he was wet and miserable the entire time. OR if Ratchet was either wet or miserable. If only Optimus could see this too. "Bu' bu- pak!" The little fire truck was pointing at the door fluid already in his optics threatening to drip down his faceplate.
Ratchet felt his spark twist in sympathy. "Kid you're gonna get sick if you try and go out in this. It'll get under your plating and feel all icky and cold," he tried to gently reason with the prime, but there was no consoling him. "Shhhh hey don't cry." His hands cupped his faceplate gently and rubbed his digits under his optic. "I know I know. You were really excited weren't you."
Optimus burst into tears as soon as Ratchet said that and nodded before burying himself into his caretaker's neck cabling. Ratchet didn't stop him, in fact he pulled him closer and let the poor prime cry out. He could feel exhaustion, disappointment, heartbreak, and even a little fear all in his EMH field. All he could do in return was gently wrap his little one in his own field thick with love, protection, and care. His voice a little gruff, rough with age but still so gentle for him, in his audial repeating conformations of permission to cry, that he was here, and that he still loved him. Optimus's only response to this was to cry even harder and to sink into the older bot. Grunting with the force Ratchet slowly started moving, pulling Optimus with him so they could be settled on the couch. "I'm not leaving," the bot huffed slightly when Optimus whined in complaint at moving in-between sobs. "Just thought the couch would save me from falling over from standing too long. I'm old remember."
Optimus paused in his sobbing long enough to give a wet giggle before hiding back into Ratchet's neck. He was safe there. Ratchet could feel the little one finally start to breath after about a nanoklik and he pulled a wet cloth from his subspace. "Head up kiddo." He huffed in a soft command. "Gotta get this off before it dries and gets all icky and sticky." He stuck out his tounge to emphasize his point and Optimus giggled again.
Optimus whined a bit when he started wiping his face but soon settled. "Pak." He whined miserably.
"I know I know." Ratchet, although he would forever deny it, cooed softly and kissed his nose. "Do you know what? We can still cuddle and read. Doesn't that sound nice?"
Optimus thought about it for a moment, thumb drifting to his derms absentmindedly, before he slowly nodded. "Duks." He said quietly looking up at him and although it sounded like "dooks" more than the waterfowl the old medic smiled and nodded.
"I'll read to you about ducks kid. No reason we can't do that."
At the confermation his eyes lit up and he settled against his chest expectantly. Ratchet laughed kindly and pet his helm with one hand. "We gotta go get everything ready first kid. Don't you want to still have our picnic inside while I read."
Optimus sat up at that and smiled so brightly at him Ratchet's spark almost broke. Such a simple thing and he was smiling like he hung the cybermoon for him. "Oil!" The baby bot squealed scampering off and bouncing in place.
Ratchet could only laugh again and stand up slowly, joints cracking and poping. "Yeah kiddo- oil. And a pillow picnic. Now run along and bring your sparkling stuff to my hab alright? I'm sure your stuffies miss their favorite bot."
Optimus nodded and bonded off waving excitedly at prowl and exclaiming "oil!" Before leaving the motorcycle bot in the dust.
Ratchet snickered before turning and going to get ready for his little one
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