#dragonformers ratchet

[thicctails]

˗ˏˋ ★ ˎˊ˗A Gift From The Earth To The Stars˗ˏˋ ★ ˎˊ˗ A Platonic Dragonformers x Reader Fanfiction

Chapter 1 ~.~ Baby Mine

A cool breeze blew through the soft, new grass of the valley, the green shoots having recently flourished since the last remnants of snow had finally melted away. It carried the scent of new life, tinged with the dampness of a recent rainfall. There was no such rain tonight, the sky above clear and full of glistening, twinkling stars and a bright full moon. Insects chirped and warbled out of sight, frogs croaked melodiously from a nearby pond, and the young leaves on the trees fluttered softly. It was truly a beautiful night, and it was a shame so many were asleep, unable to appreciate its glory.

Ratchet was not one such creature, yet he was hardly out enjoying a calm night.

No, the stout white and red dragon was actually quite agitated, huffing as he got up for the umpteenth time that night, circling around the smooth stones that sat in the middle of his nest, before settling back down in a spot he hoped would be more comfortable. He nudged the rocks closer to him, gently turning them like he would a delicate egg.

Now, the wizened medic wasn't stupid; he knew damn well that these were not eggs and therefore would not hatch, but it seemed to be the only thing keeping him calm for the time being.

Because of course the planet they landed on would simulate the ideal nesting conditions for Cybertronians. Of course this would activate their long dormant brooding protocols, despite the lack of young that needed to be cared for. Of course almost his entire pride would be struck with the instinctive, maddening need to parent anything that even remotely resembled their offspring.

Of course this would be their luck.

Primus must be having a laugh at his creations' expense.

Shifting around, Ratchet laid his head down and sighed softly, exhaustion tugging at his eyelids. At least little Bumblebee seemed unbothered by the uptick in affection he'd been receiving, being the youngest pack member. Optimus especially had been spending extra time with the younger, the chipper yellow and black dragon having been practically adopted by the Prime. If only the fool would just get over his nerves and just say it...

He shifted again, blinking tiredly as he nudged the closest stone. It was cold against his muzzle, setting off unnecessary alarms in his processor.

'Egg is cold! Hatchling must be warmed! You're going to kill it! You're a horrible Sire!'

He growled in irritation as he got to his paws once more, circling the nest again and again and again.

This wasn't heathy. He needed a break.

Forcing the truth that these were rocks and not eggs into the forefront of his thoughts, Ratchet plodded out of his den and into the lively night. He made a beeline for the trees, fully intending on making use of his inability to sleep. A patrol would wear him out, and might help with the nagging fear of the unknown that came with acclimating to a new place.

They'd only been here for a few full lunar cycles, having crashed here when their damaged ship finally gave out, and for most of that time they'd been trapped in this valley by their own instincts. They'd been blindsided by it, so used to being in control of their bodies and minds. Cybertron had been completely unsuitable for nesting for a long time, and thus their once regular, moderate cycles had been disrupted, protocols and code shoved away in favor of battle tactics and more aggressive instincts.

Now though, on this strange, damp world with its warm star and no bloodshed so far, everything that had been suppressed had leapt back up with a vengeance. What had previously been manageable now rendered them nearly feral, far more animalistic than they usually ever were. Pits, none of them aside from Bumblebee had shifted out of their alt modes since they'd got here!

He growled and dug his claws into the moist dirt beneath his paws, hauling himself up onto a nearby ridge. The grass here was longer, brushing against his underbelly as he strode forward. This planet was teeming with organic life, so different from Cybertron it almost hurt.

'Still,' he admitted to himself, watching as a small, glowing bug flitted past his muzzle, 'It's not the worst place we could have landed.'

His processor finally started to quiet as he shifted into a light jog, his tail bobbing rhythmically up and down as he headed for the edge of their territory. The Decepticons had fled somewhere on this planet, and although no-one had seen any trace of them since they'd crashed, Ratchet was going to make damn sure that their borders were secure for the inevitable day Megatron decided to try and finish the war once more.

As he traveled, dirt became rough pebbles and small stones, the mountain range that encircled their valley home looming high above. The white dragon padded up one of the paths they'd begun to wear into the mountainside, rubbing his cheek along the stone every so often, scent marking the area. Faintly, he could smell Prowl's scent nearby, causing him to frown. Usually, the dedicated Autobot was on top of his patrol duties. For him to have neglected this area was a clear indicator of how much even the most professional among them were being effected by the nesting code.

The medic followed the path for as far as it went, before stepping out onto untrodden land. He purposefully let his claws drag across the stone, and he swung his head about as he tastes the air, his olfactory sensors taking in his new surroundings. There was something... different about this area. The faintest feeling of familiarity led him beyond his pride's territory, his optics darting about with caution. This was all new space to him, and he didn't want to risk getting caught unawares by anything that might also be out here.

He slowly made his way down a steep embankment, the sound of water reaching his audials. It was a river, likely the source of the fresh pools of water in the valley. It split in two a few feet from him, the larger part flowing somewhere out of sight, while the smaller stream fed into a nearby cave. Now that he was closer he realized what exactly had been familiar to him. It was a scent, one he had never expected to find here.

Energon.

The primarily white dragon rushed excitedly over to the mouth of the cave, ducking down and squeezing inside. Blue crystals immediately filled his vision, moonlight pouring down through various cracks and holes in the ceiling and reflecting through them, giving the cave an ethereal glow. He followed the stream in a state of awe, already wondering how much of the life-giving material was present on the planet and how much Energon he could take back with him immediately. Their supplies were still doing okay, but they had all been worried about what would happen when they inevitably ran out. This would take quite a bit of stress off of everyone.

"Aaaaaaaah! Waaaah!"

Ratchet froze midstep, audials flying forward as a strange sound reached him, loud enough to be heard over the sound of a nearby waterfall. What in the name of Primus was that?

"Waaaaaaah!"

There it was again! It sounded like a distressed creature, but there was something mixed into its cries that made him instinctively step forward. That sense of familiarity was back once again, as if something deep within him knew what he was hearing.

As the cries continued, Ratchet found that his pace kept increasing. Soon, he was in a dead sprint, ex-venting hard at the strenuous activity. It was not often that he moved at top speed.

Finally, he reached a ledge, and had to dig in his claws to stop himself from flying off the edge. His head jolted back in surprise, shocked that he'd reacted so strongly to an unknown sound. Primus, when was the last time he'd run for anything that wasn't his life or to save someone else's? Shaking his head, he peered down, just narrowly avoiding the spray of the waterfall right next to his head.

Below him was a pool of softly glowing water, the light refracting and casting a prismatic sheen over the room. At the edge of the pool, gently rocked by the motion caused by the waterfall, was a tiny, strange looking... pod?

The fur pelt of an animal was draped over its surface, and something squirmed around beneath it, fitfully crying out with its screeching wails. The sound gripped Ratchet at his very core, his optics going wide. His nesting coding, which had started to calm, flared to life immediately, and he wasted no time in leaping down from the ledge and lowering himself onto his belly.

His claws quivered as he reached out and hooked the tip of a digit onto the pod's edge, gently pulling it towards him. Once it was free of the water, he gripped the pelt covering with his teeth. The fur was soaked all the way through, and Ratchet had the suspicion that the nearby waterfall was to blame. He pulled it free, letting it flop onto the ground.

His next intake of air caught in his vents. His optics became impossibly wide as he brought his face closer to the little pod. Tiny, soft servos patted the tip of his muzzle, smacking the smooth metal with such little force that, if Ratchet hadn't been aware of the action already, he wouldn't have noticed.

It- it was a hatchling. A tiny, tiny hatchling. As small as a premature minicon. It had s/c protoarmor and barely open e/c optics. Tiny wisps of thin, fur-like wires adorned the top of its head. It sniffed and hiccupped, blinking up at Ratchet as fat tears rolled down its pudgy cheeks.

The old medic's body acted before his processor could, scooping up the pod and sitting back on his haunches. Oh. Oh Primus they were so new. How had they gotten here? Where was their Carrier? Their Sire? Surely such a small, fragile new life hadn't been so carelessly abandoned, not when it had been so long since Cybertron had gone dark. He nosed the hatchling, trying to catch the scent of their family unit, but found nothing aside from the smell of the Energon-infused water and the faintest hint of smoke and wet fur.

He bared his teeth as rage bubbled up in his tanks. Even an orphan would still carry the scent of their lost parent, but this young one bared no such indicator. They must have been cast out as soon as they came out of the gestation tank.

Ratchet let a rumbling purr come out of his throat, his glossa flicking out to gently groom the hatchling, washing away the cold water. He could already feel the desire to care for the hatchling take over his processor and spark. Well, this young one wouldn't be unwanted any longer. They would come under Autobot care.

Under his care.

"You're coming home with me, little star." he said softly, the prismatic light of the room bouncing off his armoured scales, "I'll call you... Y/N."

[orions-hound]

dragonformers prime

[offical-chubby-rung]

Ratchet's as old as time before the great war he worked as a medic working by the sea side healing travelers he's a strong seawing with a skywing ansetory which gave him his rather redder tone in scales.

He's mostly seen grumpy but if you catch him at the right time of day he's rather calm and nice also no matter what you do do not touch his tools he's rather protective.

But he doesn't bite so if you need a talon with anything medical related just talk to him! Oh and Bee's doing great he working now so that's something new! Anyways I cant wait to hear back from you!

Love, Orion pax.

edit: and to clear some things up cuz yes this is a lil confusing the scrolls or letters as post war but designs are prewar!

[lancelotslair]

YOU ALREADY KNOWWW

[floofyfungi]

Summary:

Sari's safety is of utmost importance. Now that she is permanently living with the Autobots, Prowl adds to the base's defenses. These new additions are designed to keep Sari safe from both the Decepticons and nefarious organics. But magic is a fickle thing, and a single mistake may put the Autobots in grave danger.

Meanwhile, Sari has far more important things to worry about than safety. Her school is awarding a mysterious prize to whoever gets first place in the New Year festival. She and Raf join forces, because like hell are they going to let Vince win.

[dragonformers-cave]

Jumping on the @avoidghost bandwagon ❤️🧡

[ratchetonsteroids]

dragonformer doodle dump

+ oc doodles

designs heavily inspired by @dimorphodon-x yippee (please go check them out they are amazing shubdfjhbdffds)

heyy @dragoninhumanform

[mychlapci]

I have a headcanon.

Dragonformers mate for life. They mated and then if one of them die, the other will infertility themselves or just burn themselves to ashes.

After the death of Optimus, Ratchet infertility himself because everyone still need him, but he doesn't want to belong to anyone, so he does it as a way to let his memories about his mate live with him for the rest of his life.

Poor Ratchet just want his husband back

hmmmm we don’t have a lot of dragonformers on here, i wonder if it could grip me as tightly as merformers did... probably yes.

mhmm After Optimus’ death Ratchet’s entire reproductive system just crashes... his frame would never allow anyone else’s coding to enter it and create a new sparkling, there is only one mate for him... Not that people don’t try to make advances, of course they do, anyeone would be lucky to be his mate, but he’s just long past his prime (lol. that’s not actually funny his husband is dead)

[dimorphodon-x]

Bladed wings

[thicctails]

truck dad and grump dad

[fiber-optic-alligator]

I had a huge question for Dragonformers Drift now. How would he care for his human who contracts an illness like pneumonia? Since he can easily go to Ratchet via as regular transformers but now my brain won't stop thinking about it.

Especially since I've seen my sister have it, with a 104 fever.

Ooooh this is a good question! Obviously dragons don’t have the same level of medicinal practices as a Cybertronian would have, but he’d still do his best to help you! He’d hunt for you, eat up water with his fire so you can have warm baths, and always make sure you aren’t left alone in case you might get worse. I’d like to think that despite him being a solitary dragon, he still is in contact with Ratchet, one of the few dragons he considers an ally, so he’d definitely bring you to him! Some dragons can heal, and Ratchet would definitely be one!

[offical-chubby-rung]

doodles also since bee is mute he and megatron tended to yap a lot via antenna touches so yah cool hc oh and a small sneak peak of bee in his caccoon ik so cool its the middlesof the night guhdrfbih

@spectral-echoes-official

[orions-hound]

dragonformers ratchet, fullbody

[floofyfungi]

are the dinobots canon in Miracle? If so are they still just the dinobots or something different?

The dinobots are canon in the Miracle AU! They were forged by Shockwave about midway through the war to be mindless weapons of war. Unfortunately for Shockwave, the sparkling Dinobots were rescued by the Autobots when the facility they were held in was captured. Ratchet pseudo adopted them with Wheeljack.

The dinobots still look like dinosaurs in this AU. I might make a few minor changes when I get to writing their first scenes, but they'll definitely be dinos.

They'll show up in Trimot and start causing trouble. Optimus will need to send Ratchet to mediate lol

[starscoffeecreamer]

I’m thinking dragonformers dratchrod??

Any ideas you have for them that you’d like to share?

I actually really like dragonformers, the idea's cool to me

I think that Drift and Rodimus would definitely go hunt or something for Ratchet. They would not make him lift even a claw for anything, even if they're not taking care of eggs or anything. Ratchet wishes they would stop, but he can't say he hates it.

They all cuddle up in their cave or den or wherever in a big pile. Ratchet always wakes up first, but he stays snuggled in the pile until Roddy and Drift wake up.

(no nsfw because anon didn't specify)

[petitelepus]

Dragon reader x dragon ratchet ( tfa) please.

Ratchet was panting softly as he rested his back against your body. It was time for him to lay his eggs, these useless infertile ones that each dragon laid here and there if they didn't practice interfacing.

Not to get things wrong, you and Ratchet fucked, but he was so old that it was impossible for him to have fertile eggs. He was just laying them out and you were there for him to ease his discomfort.

"Are you sure you're alright Ratchet?" You asked worriedly as you gently held him like he was made out of glass. The older dragon grunted, "I'm fine."

"You don't sound alright..."

"This isn't my first rodeo, kid, just let me- Ngh!" Ratchet grunted as he felt another contraction hit him, this one being harder than the earlier one.

He could feel an egg moving inside his channel, but that was it. Only one egg. Not that he minded it, but the fewer eggs one had the bigger they were. And this one was huge.

"Fuck!" Ratchet cursed and you grew worried, but there was very little you could do. So you gently held him and rubbed his bulging belly.

"You're doing great Ratchet," You said, trying to be supportive of your mate.

The red dragon grunted as he pushed and finally, the egg popped out of his valve and rolled on the floor. Ratchet was panting, tired after having to try to get rid of the egg for an hour or two already.

You crooned as you snuggled your snout against the back of his head and the old dragon grunted, but then his eyes landed on the egg and he frowned.

"Fuck."

"What is it...?"

"Shit, I think it's fertile." He said and your eyes widened. You reached to look at the egg over his shoulder and your eyes widened as you felt magic emitting from the egg.

Well fuck. What now, this wasn't supposed to happen! Neither of you expected the egg to be fertile, but you couldn't help but wonder about the new life before you.

"This is amazing...!" You gasped as you looked at Ratchet, "I never expected you to be able to still carry!"

"That makes two of us..." Ratchet grumbled. He sounded pissed, but when you looked at him he seemed more worried than annoyed.

You frowned and nuzzled against the back of his head, "Ah, I'm sorry... I wasn't thinking about what I was saying..."

"It ain't your fault for getting excited, kid." The old dragon nodded, "It's your first one after all."

"But... How did this happen? I spiked you specifically because you didn't want to risk me carrying?"

"It's annoying, but not uncommon for one of the parents to hold so strong feelings for another one to be able to fertilize even barren eggs..."

You blinked and Ratchet gave you this look that made the heart in your chest miss a beat, "For some reason, you really must like me."

"I do!"

Well, duh? You worshipped Ratchet and the ground he walked on. If it wasn't for him, you and many others would have wounded up dead ages ago. He also always cared for others despite the attitude he had going on.

Ratchet sighed as he looked at you and then at the egg before him.

"Like it or not, we are parents now."

"Really?"

"Unless you want to donate the egg-"

"No!" You shouted a little louder than intended, "I want to have this hatchling with you Ratchet! I love you and if my love fertilized you then this egg is a miracle!"

"You really should think what you say before blurting such things out just like that." The older dragon grumbled, "But you stole words straight from my mouth."

You smiled, "So does that mean...?"

"Yes yes, we are keeping it."

You cheered happily as you started to nuzzle your lover in a mixture of excitement and happiness. Ratchet huffed, he was too old for this stuff, but maybe it wouldn't be so awful with you.