#transformers prime ratchet

[stupidseeker]

[wolfasketch]

In my defense, I got bored

Idea: TFP Autobots as Dragons

Decepticon Dragon

[skybiie]

Synthetic energon 🌱💚

Original by @//itwasleo on Twitter!!

[multifandoms27-blog]

Hi!! I've been binge watching TFP, as I've recently just stumbled across it. And already wishing I've seen this show eariler!

May I request TFP Ratchet realizing he's fallen in love with a F/human ally? Honestly just love 'grumpy, gruff hero falls for sweet, caring love interest. But denies it at first till something happens' trope. Can be fluff/smutt. Anything you're comfy with 😊

Thanks and feel free to ignore, if your inbox is full.

Oh my God I literally love Ratchet so much, thank you for this. Finish the show and then watch the movie! I was lucky enough to watch it when it was coming out - I loved it as a kid and I love it now as an adult.

Content: TFP Ratchet x Fem! Hum! Reader

Warnings: None!

Notes: I wrote for Ratchet a lot on my old Wattpad account, or at least what I can remember of it. If anybody wants to see my cringy old writing, my username on there is the same here, Multifandoms27. I also have a four-part TFP Megatron series if anybody's interested. Also I apologize if this is shit - this is my first time writing for Ratchet in literal years so uh, hope you enjoy lol

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Ratchet usually didn't bother with the whole romance thing. He was too old for that. Even when you came into the picture, he didn't pay much attention to you. He thought humans were weak links - something that didn't belong in his world.

But through your own effort to get to know him, he slowly warmed up to you. He thought you were one of a kind - smart, funny, understood him in almost every capacity...he loved you. But he would never admit it, not even to himself.

You had been nothing but nice to him, even in the beginning when all he did was snap at you. Thats what softened him, made him draw closer to you. How could something so tiny be so kind to something so...large?

And then, when the children came and he had to grow accustomed to them, then to June and Fowler, he had realized that you had made him so accustomed to humans and made him believe he could finally...no. No, he did not love you.

...At least, that's what he told himself. Until you got hurt.

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Optimus had walked through the groundbridge, his servo raised and, for once, a solemn face. One of their own had been hurt, and Ratchet feared Miko finally had gotten hurt from chasing after Bulkhead. But, when Optimus showed him his servo, his spark nearly extinguished.

"(Y/n)! Oh, Primus, no!" He carefully took your unconscious form in his servos and called for June.

Optimus felt responsible for your state, and so he went to lock himself in his berthroom. Ratchet however, tried to assist June anyway he could. But June eventually grew too stressed trying to dress your wounds and assure Ratchet, that she finally snapped on him and told him to get out of the room.

Ratchet went to find Optimus, to ask how you had gotten so hurt. He was angry. He was so livid. How could this have happened to you? To his favorite human?

He knocked gently at first on Optimus' berthroom door. When he got no response, he began to pound on the door. "Optimus, I know you are in there!"

Slowly, the door opened. Optimus stood, staring down at his medic and long time friend. His gaze was quizzical, but he said nothing. Ratchet was even more put off by that. He began to speak. "How did she come to be like that?"

"She must have snuck through the groundbridge when none of us were looking, and-"

"Just tell me how she got this way, Optimus." Ratchet pleaded.

"Megatron was not so kind to her...that is all I'll say, for your sake." Optimus spoke, sadness lacing his tone.

Ratchet grew enraged. "And you couldn't protect her?! Primus, Optimus! You have had more than one chance to defeat Megatron, yet you stand here, sad as an Earth puppy who got kicked, while my (Y/n) is getting torn apart by the most tyrannical Cybertronian in our history! How could you?!"

Optimus sighed and looked off to the side. "Goodnight, Ratchet. We will speak in the morning."

Ratchet protested, but the Prime had already shut himself back in his room. Grumbling, he turned to find all three children staring from around the corner, accompanied by Bumblebee. He grumbled more. "What are you looking at?!"

Bumblebee whirred that you were awake. Ratchet blinked and rushed back into the medbay, where sure enough, you laid there awake and groaning in pain. June looked up and saw Ratchet once more.

"I administered some pain meds just now. She should be okay in about twenty minutes. Her wounds are all dressed." June backed away. "Do you want me to uh..."

"Yes, please." Ratchet waited for June to leave before kneeling next to you. "How are you feeling?"

"...Could be worse." You laughed, then cringed in pain.

"I'm not sure how much worse you could be. I hear you survived Megatron. Well done, sweetspark."

"Sweetspark? That's a new one." You chuckle this time, careful not to create a big pain response like before.

Ratchet blinked in surprise. "D-Did I say that? I meant-"

"It's okay, Ratch." You grinned and placed a hand on his large servo. "I know what you mean."

Ratchet stopped, then slowly and softly smiled down at you. Yes, you always understood him in some capacity...but not every one. You could never pick up on how much he loved you.

Yes, he loved you.

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Here's my Transformers masterlist in case you wanna request something!

[nova--spark]

So I am infamous now for the time I pointed out Op and Meg's eyes both are tears of sadness and of rage.

But @seraphim-seeker commented on my Megatron one with this in the tags

So yeah, what about Ratchet?

Ratchet has been described, in the Art of Prime to have soft eyes

Which, when looking at Ratchet, does in fact come across in his design but I wanna point out one very vital factor in his eyes.

These almost teardrop like additions to them.

And, knowing how rare to see them it is , believe me, I had to go through a lot of clips to find shots where it showed these tears I once again cannot help but be reminded of tears, of a medic in mourning.

Mourning what? The loss of his world, of his allies, his loved ones, his patients.

And it is so rare to see these tears, just as rare as it is to see Ratchet be vulnerable, because he puts on the armor and shields that hide his emotions from others.

With the kids for example, he immediately rejects the idea, but grows so close to Raf

one of my favorite gifs that shows how gentle and soft Ratchet once was is this

How he is quick to use both hands to catch Raf, and makes sure he has a hold of him with both, before making sure to shift to one carefully.

And keeping his eyes ON Raf, all times as he carries him.

And as always I mention RID15 for the rare good thing it did in design

It showed how tired he is. He was a war medic, making sure everyone made it back in one piece and made it out alive, and RID15 shows it in a way that makes it also feel so tragic

Ratchet bears the tears, ever eternal, of a doctor who couldn't save many, but saved those that mattered most.

Grumpy he may be, but there is a gentleness to him, no matter what he says to all.

[artxssa]

This is for the Ratchet x Optimus shippers

(me)

[obsidianimp]

Medics and their work... both are tired...

[praxcrown5]

War and Wings: Truth or Dare

So, this piece is, like, three years in the making.  I started working on the lineart while I still lived in Texas, and really didn't knuckle down to work on it until last year.  I've been busy lately, so I've only been able to work on it a few hours at a time.  And since digital art isn't my strong-suit, it took a LOT of hours.  Way too many to count.

This deviation is a scene from the first chapter of an old Transformers Prime fanfiction I wrote back in the early 10's.  Team Prime is playing truth or dare with their human partners.  Their fun annoys Ratchet, whom is working on his nerdy science stuff (AKA synthetic energon).  Rafael rolls a nat 20 on his charisma check to convince Ratchet that they'll leave him alone...so long as he plays a few rounds with him.  Ratchet has no idea what he's getting into.

Link to the Fic on Fanfiction.net. Eventually, I'll migrate it over to A03. Eventually...

[rainydaydreamsideblog]

(Transformers Prime) You Ask Them to Drive You for Ice Cream

Optimus Prime: It depends on what's going on. He has a lot on his mind, but there is also a curiosity about the ways of people. If he's swamped with Prime responsibilities, he may suggest you inquire with Bumblebee or Bulkhead to take you instead. But on a good day, he just might pull away from his duties and take you himself. When he learns that going for ice cream is also a method of cheering someoneup, he'll offer to take you if he thinks you could use it.

Bumblebee: Absolutely! He is the most enthusiastic about a request like this. As long as he isn't in the middle of a throwdown with Decepticons, all you have to do is say the word. He loves any opportunity to go for a drive, and especially enjoys seeing you happy once you have the sweet treat.

Ratchet: Will say no immediately without hesitation. However... that isn't his final answer every time. His first instinct is to wave off the request and say he has too much to do, and that there's no time for silly Earth customs. But you've grown on him. He just might change his mind after a minute or two of thinking it over. He'll never admit it, but underneath the attitude, it warms his spark to see you so happy over something so simple.

Bulkhead: He'll take you, no problem. He likes getting out of the base, and it makes him glad to see you enjoying your treat. He will definitely note this custom and offer to take you anytime he sees you feeling down, or if you just need to take your mind off anything stressful.

Arcee: She'll shrug with a, "yeah, sure." She's not exactly over the moon about it, but not at all opposed. Any opportunity to zoom out of base for a bit is worth it. After seeing how it made you happy, she might nonchalantly offer to take you in the future, playing it off like it's something she's doing begrudgingly. But actually, she enjoys it.

[deceptibots]

“Say It Again” - Ratchet x Reader

“Will you stop when I say it? Okay, you’re cute.”

Prompt by @/creativepromptsforwriting

Pairings -> Ratchet x Y/N

Warnings -> None

Genre/Theme -> fluff, teasing

Note -> n/a

Word count -> 744 words

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The med bay was as chaotic as ever, and you were deep in the thick of it, bouncing between tasks. Ratchet’s grumbling was a constant backdrop to the clatter of tools and the hum of machinery. For a temporary nurse, you were holding your own remarkably well—though you suspected Ratchet’s high standards would never let him admit it.

“Y/N!” Ratchet’s voice snapped across the room, sharp and impatient.

“Right here, Doc,” you replied, rushing over with a tray of tools. “What’s got your wires crossed this time?”

He shot you a withering look as he reached for the tools, his hands deftly working to repair a gash in an Autobot’s plating. “My ‘wires’ wouldn’t be crossed if certain humans learned how to follow instructions.”

You smirked, not taking the bait. “Well, if you’d just admit I’m doing an amazing job, maybe I’d listen better.”

He snorted, muttering something in Cybertronian that you could only assume wasn’t flattering.

As the hours dragged on, the med bay began to quiet. The last injured Autobot had been stabilized, leaving just you and Ratchet tidying up. He was at his station, meticulously organizing tools, his broad shoulders hunched slightly with the weight of exhaustion.

“You know,” you said, breaking the silence as you wiped down a counter, “you could try taking a break sometime. You’re not indestructible.”

“I don’t need a break,” he replied without looking up, his tone clipped but lacking his usual sharpness.

“Of course not,” you said with mock solemnity, setting down the cloth and walking over to him. “You’re Ratchet. The great, invincible Autobot medic.”

His optics flickered toward you, unimpressed. “What are you getting at, Y/N?”

“I’m just saying,” you continued, leaning against the counter beside him, “if you’d let me handle more, maybe you wouldn’t have to carry the entire med bay on your shoulders.”

“You?” he said, raising a brow plate. “Handle more? Last week you nearly broke a scanner because you thought it was a ‘weird Cybertronian thermometer.’”

“That’s slander,” you shot back, grinning. “I’m a fast learner.”

He huffed, turning back to his tools. “You’re a fast something, I’ll give you that.”

You stepped closer, resting your elbows on the counter as you watched him work. “You know, Doc, you’d be in a much better mood if you just admitted I’m right.”

“About what?” he asked, though his tone suggested he already regretted asking.

“That I’m amazing,” you said, your grin widening. “And cute.”

That made him pause. His optics flickered toward you again, narrowing slightly. “What does that have to do with anything?”

“Well,” you said, tapping your chin theatrically, “if you just called me cute, I’d stop nagging you. Think of how peaceful your life would be.”

He stared at you, clearly debating whether or not to dignify that with a response. Finally, he sighed, turning back to his tools. “I’m not indulging this ridiculousness, Y/N.”

“Oh, come on,” you teased, poking his arm lightly. “What’s the harm? Just one little compliment and I’ll leave you alone.”

He didn’t reply immediately, his hands pausing as he set down a tool. You saw his servos flex briefly, his optics dimming as if he was actually considering it.

“Will you stop if I say it?” he asked, his tone gruff but quieter than usual.

You blinked, caught off guard by his sudden seriousness. “Uh… yeah, sure.”

He turned to face you fully, crossing his arms as he looked down at you. For a moment, you thought he might laugh—or, more likely, scold you for wasting time. Instead, he tilted his head slightly and said, “Okay. You’re cute.”

The words were gruff, awkward, and utterly unexpected. Your jaw dropped, your heart skipping a beat as you stared up at him.

“Wait, did you just—?”

“Yes, and if you make me repeat it, I’ll take it back,” he muttered, already turning back to his tools.

You grinned, recovering quickly. “Doc, I had no idea you were capable of such emotional honesty. I’m touched.”

“Don’t push your luck,” he said, though there was no real bite in his tone.

You leaned against the counter, watching him work with a newfound warmth in your chest. “You know, if you keep this up, I might start thinking you actually like having me around.”

He paused for half a second before replying, his voice dry. “Don’t get ahead of yourself, Y/N.”

Still, you could’ve sworn you saw the faintest flicker of amusement in his optics.

[bulkheadbignaturals]

Late night Ratchet doodle to get myself familiar with drawing mecha, nothing much else.

[skybiie]

I HADDDD TO DO THIS TREND WITH RATCHET AND SMOKESCREEN IT JUST WORKED SO WELL (!!!NOT A SHIP!!!)

Original trend by @//sweepswoop_ on Twitter!!

[eight-cats-in-a-box]

Here's the ratchet piece I promised!! Unspecified, but I had TFP Ratty in mind while writing this

Ratchet x Cybertronian!Reader

No use of Y/N. Or even. Like. Gendered pronouns. Except for he/him, and that's for Ratchet.

DING DING DING COME GET UR FOOD

Ratchet twitched slightly when he felt you lay your helm on his shoulder, the weight familiar, if a bit startling. "Primus, you startled me. What do you want?" The soft rumble of your engines and a huff is his only reply, or he thinks it is, until you murmur something in his audial.

"Did you fuel today? You've been meaner than usual, Ratty." He sighed, leaning into you slightly. The feeling of your frame surrounding his was always a comfort he was happy to indulge in. "Not yet, but I'm still at half-capaci-" He hadn't even finished his sentence before you were shoving a cube of energon into his servo, a low rumble coursing through your chassis.

"Drink." He inhaled sharply, surprised at the force in your voice. The low prickle of worry-sadness-fear that Ratchet could feel through the spark-bond sent a pang through him, and he sighed. "Fine, fine. Since you clearly won't be dissuaded." He chugged it quickly, and the whole cube was gone in little more than a few seconds.

"Thank you, sweetspark." Ratchet nearly broke his keyboard at the tone of your voice. You sounded relieved. It made sense, given his habit of not fueling. He didn't notice the cracks forming in his equipment as he gripped it tighter and tighter, until- "Ratty, we need that. Try not to break it, yeah?"

Ratchet froze for a moment, processing, and laughed, revelling in both the feeling and the sound of your shared mirth. He felt lighter than he had in a long time, and as you gently touched your nose to his, nuzzling against him like an Earth cat, it was like the weight of the world had been lifted off him.

As the two of you calmed down, he leaned against you, sighing softly. "...You want to go cuddle?" Ratchet felt more than heard your excitement, yelping as you scooped him up and ran off, carrying him to your berthroom.

Ratchet was half-expecting to be dropped onto the berth, pleasantly surprised when you lowered him onto it like he was made of glass. "I'm not-"

"Fragile, I know, Ratty. Is it illegal to be gentle with my conjunx now?" Tease. He huffed as you laid down, squirming until you got comfortable- which just so happened to be with Ratchet cocooned in your arms. "Comfy?"

Ratchet sighed. He was, actually. The soft hum of your spark, coupled with the general background noise the base made at night was slowly pulling him into recharge. "I needed this." He murmured, unwilling to disturb the peace of your shared habsuite. A sentiment you agreed with, if your soft noise of contentment was anything to go by.

Slowly but surely, Ratchet drifted off into recharge. No nightmares touched him that night, his usually fitful processor soothed by your familiar EM field. And he knew that even if he was haunted by terrors long-past, that you would free him. And he would do the same for you.

Masterlist

[parallelpie]

//o.o//

[ragingbookdragon]

Ratchet in TFP gives off the exact energy of, “I’ll heal you but never forget I could absolutely fuck you up.”

Like this:

[uselessmicrowave]

I saw a post of yours a while ago and decided I want to request it. Tfp Ratchet cockwarming a bot!reader while they work.

“C'mon, Ratchet... Please...” you whine, sitting on his lap while he sits at his desk, just waiting as he does busywork with the synthen formula.

“You can wait.” he says dismissivly, a frown on his faceplates as he taps at the datapad. "You've made it farther before."

"But I don't want to make it as far today, I want an overload," you whine quietly. "please..."

Ratchet shakes his head no, cradling your helm into his neck cables in an effort to quiet you down. "Shh..."

You whine again, more quiet this time as you try to grind down on his spike, exterior node aching against his stomach paneling. You take a deep intake, breathing in his scent as if to calm yourself. You grip at his kibble, his spinal strut, his shoulders, anything, really. Anything to remind him that you need him now, and that you're not so happy with his stamina at the moment.

He'll give in to your clenches and whines and shakes eventually.