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lets-try-some-writing · 3 months

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I’m apart of the ‘frequent nosebleeds when it’s dry AF’ club, and I know it has to be dry as a motherfucker in Neveda, so how would the TFP bots react if one (or Primus forbid all three) of the kids got a (or multiple) nosebleed because of dry air?

I feel you on the nosebleed thing. Dry areas SUCK. As for the reactions of the bots? Well-

Ratchet would take a moment to notice, but once he notices one or more of the children clutching their noses to try and stem the bleeding, he's going to assume the worst. Having never seen a human BLEED FROM THEIR FACIAL ORAFACES, he wouldn't take it well. When a Cybertronian is leaking energon from the intake or optics, it means something has gone horribly wrong with something in the processors or internal components. That fact does not translate well for his view on the children's situation. He would likely drag the kid in question over to the medical berth and hastily begin preparing everything under the sun just in case he needs to perform emergency surgery.

Bulkhead and Wheeljack wouldn't panic immediately, but seeing the sheer amount of blood leaking from the kid in question, they would start to worry. Red is a very bright color, and it tends to look a lot worse than it is. Especially on such a small person. They would do their best to be strong for the child, if only so that whoever it is doesn't worry. But they would be quietly rushing to call up June for fear of losing one of the kids to strange blood loss.

Arcee's reaction would be similarity mature. Her focus would be on keeping the kid with the nose bleed calm. She's seen mecha drop dead on the battlefield because they panicked and bled out faster. So her entire focus would be on distracting and comforting in her own gruff way. She would be the one providing new tissues and yelling at Smokescreen and Bumblebee so that they can go make themselves useful.

Smokescreen and Bumblebee would quickly follow Arcee's lead and help whichever kid(s) are not experiencing the nose bleed. Damage control is their role, and they would do a rather poor job at not showing their worry. Most of their efforts would revolve around preparing to have to give horrible news in the event things go south. Ultra Magnus would, as always, be ready to go with funeral preparations and a speech ready to honor the fallen. Optimus would TRY to make himself useful, but at most he would start trying to get ahold of Agent Fowler and hastily dig through the human internet for some sort of guide regarding what to do to help the child in question before death becomes inevitable.

The team would be organized and controlled. They've dealt with death before, albeit amongst their own kind more than anything else. Moving with practiced precision, they would do what they could to be prepared for any scenario until June or Fowler can explain and the whole team can relax.

If Ratchet checked on the child in question repeatedly over the following days, not a spark said anything. None would say so aloud, but the fear of losing one of the children is strong.

#transformers #maccadam #transformers prime #optimus prime #team prime #ratchet #bumblebee #arcee #bulkhead #wheeljack #smokescreen #ultra magnus #tfp kids #cybertronian culture

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hi! Could you do a fic with tfp rachet and a fem human s/o! Maybe something where they're underestimated at first but end up saving the day after a battle w the cons?

Scrappy lil human impresses old jaded robot man

Warnings: canon typical violence, injury

“You are going to stay behind with Smokescreen and that is final!” Ratchet scowled at you and set you on the balcony.

This wasn’t the first time Ratchet had set you down as such. You had a habit of joining the bots in battle when you could- but would always be sent home before you could do anything useful. As a result you began to feel like a weight onto your team even as your friends tried to comfort you.

You knew this wasn’t what Ratchet meant to make you feel. He had seen so much death over the years he couldn’t let you walk the same path. But as much as he pushed you away the more you managed to worm your way into his spark. He wouldn’t admit it but you were the first person to make him feel young again, to make him scared to die on the battlefield in fear of losing you.

That was all fine and good, but you were strong, fast, and capable. Bulkhead and Arcee had seen you save the kids before- so why wouldn’t Ratchet just let you go with him!?

Frustrated and defeated, you sat down and put your head in your hands. Worrying about the possibilities and ‘what if’s’ when you heard footsteps coming towards you.

“You know… I can always give you a lift.” You saw Smokescreen giving you a knowing and mischievous smile. Who were you to say no to that?

The two of you sped down the highway and you felt the rush of adrenaline work into your arms and legs. You saw the blinking of your friends on the radar feed watch- a gift from agent Fowler. All were green and doing well except one.

Ratchet’s signal.

Your heart pounded into your ears as Smokescreen transformed. You didn’t even give him time to brief you on the situation as you sprinted into the battlefield, looking for your fallen comrade. You found him huddled away in part of an energon field, a decepticon prowling not even a hundred feet away.

Quickly and quietly you made your way to Ratchet, his body looked shaken and scratched by the fight. When he saw you however panic rose into his eyes. He tried to move to cover you, but his injuries kept him confined to laying on his side.

“Augh… what are you doing here!?”

Your hands found his faceplate and reassured him. He still looked nervous, but the certainty and fire in your eyes told him something he didn’t know before now.

Your eyes locked on the approaching Decepticon, still unaware of your presence. Feeling for the shield you carried you jumped out from behind the boulder that hid you and Ratchet.

“HEY!” You shouted, startling the bot. Out of reflex it shot at you, exactly what you wanted. You activated the Cybertronian shield, deflecting the shot back into the mech that shot it.

The robot fell dead. Leaving you and Ratchet safe. You spotted Bee up the hill and flagged him down. The team took care of their medic and brought him back to base. His injuries weren’t life threatening, but Optimus prescribed his friend bed rest despite Ratchet’s protests.

You visited him, seeing him doing some filing on his berth. He noticed you, smiling softly. An expression you didn’t often see from the hardened hero. “There you are.”

“Are you feeling alright?” You approached him and climbed up to stand beside him. He nodded to you, scooping you a little closer to his chassis.

He opened his mouth to speak, but closed it as he couldn’t find the right words. You raised an eyebrow and the medic groaned; knowing he was in the wrong.

“I… want to apologize. I underestimated you. You are much stronger than you look.” His hand rested gently on your back as you laid on your mech’s chest. “It won’t happen again.”

#transformers #tf #tfp #ratchet #tfp ratchet x reader #transformers prime #x reader #request

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