Transformers Prime Imagines Book 2

Big Liar (Ratchet X Femme!Reader)

A/N: Hello, I am back with another update muahahah-

Smokescreen: Anna was going to give y'all angst, but I STOP IT SO YOU SHOULD THANK ME!!!

Anna: ...

Smokescreen: What?

Anna: ANYWAYS, here's a lil fluff with a tiny hint of angst hehe.

Smokescreen: HEY, YOU SAID NO ANGST!!

Anna: And I CAN LIE MAUUAHAHAHAAHA!!

Smokescreen: ... I'm telling Optimus.

With that, the mech ran off immediately. Anna, terrified, dropped her camera as she chased after the sports car.

Anna: COME BACK-

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Ratchet has always been a mech with a sharp glossa. His words, if possible, could melt even the strongest alloy. As such, not many mechs and femmes can tolerate him, and those who could, he kept them close to his spark.

But also closer with his special grade sarcasm.

The mech would never admit it, but he loves his team very, very much. If it meant saving another mech, he'd trade his life. (This much was proven time and time again, only to be stopped by Optimus)

...The mech had been quite suicidal for his team.

However, his words are...hurting. They jab the team, as if Ratchet was trying to keep everyone at servo's reach. The only one not affected with his speech was none other than Optimus Prime, but even the leader was hurt when our Autobot medic was high on Synth-En.

He wasn't always that mean to his loved ones, though. The mech grew up with tough love, so sarcastic remarks and spiteful comments were the only affections he had in his life.

"To love is to make sure they can stand the harsh truth."

Were what Ratchet's parents said, and the stubborn mech took it to those words his spark.

"If they leave due to my words, then they are weak." Ratchet said to Optimus at one point when the boss asked of his harsh methods. "Kids these days, can't tell them something without making a fuss."

"Old friend, I am afraid that one day, you'd live to regret your words." Optimus sighed as he sat beside the medic. "The team is young, you'll grow to love them."

"...Never said I hated them, but if you dare leave me alone here, I will meet Unicron myself and drag your body off from the Pits."

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"(Y/N) (L/N)! For once in your damn lifetime, will you stop getting hurt in your right arm!?" Ratchet snapped as he started up the torch, wielding the femme's sparking arm.

Hissing, I could only grit my teeth in pain as I took the procedure like a champ. "N-Not my—FRAG—FAULT! Damn S-Starscream—FRAG—he jumped m-me."

"With this rate going on, you're about to lose this appendage of yours." Ratchet scoffed. "As if it'd make a difference."

Sighing, I gave the mech a loop-sided smile. "You'd find me a replacement though, right doc?"

"Frag off. You're not worth my time." He snarled and gave the femme a light smack with his wrench, but his mind said otherwise. 'Of course! What kind of question is that?'

Ladies and gentlemen, our dear Ratchet has the mouth of a boiling acid but the heart of a fragging grape. Big softie but damn, his words are harsh alright.