Transformers Prime X Reader Oneshots/Lemons [REQUESTS CLOSED]

Proper Thanks (Ratchet x Injured!Femme Reader) OS

Requested by @OptimusPrime_78

A/N: This is a nice short and sweet story that came to mind with this request. Hope you enjoy it!

Description - You never did thank Ratchet for all the hard work he does for you and the team.

This was always a regular thing, and you grew to feel bad for it too. As dangerous as your job was fighting against the Decepticons along side Optimus and the others, you always managed to harm yourself in the process. Maybe it was because you loved to take risks and you were willing to put yourself on the line if it meant saving one of your teammates from serious danger. That's just the type of bot you were. You were selfless.

Right now you were in the med lab with Ratchet. He wasn't too fond of your behaviours out on the field. He appreciated the fact that you wanted to keep everyone safe, mostly because he felt the same way towards his team. But there were always limits to how far you can push yourself as he said when you first arrived to his aid. If anything, he was just looking out for you too, in his own mean and grumpy way.

You winced as the medic applied a disinfectant spray onto your affected area. The gash on your arm was quite big so the disinfectant tapped into your sensor system hard. You wanted to complain, but you chose not to on account for how Ratchet would just snap back at you for being a wimp and tell you to suck it up or something.

Despite his attitude, he was the most skilled physician you had ever seen. So far the only thing he hadn't been able to accomplish was fixing Bumblebee's voice box, but there was the acceptation that he wasn't properly equipped with the right technology to perform such a surgery. Even with the mass of human computers and other machinery he was limited to, Ratchet could still work wonders. Above all that, there was one more thing that you admired about him.

You admired his kind nature hidden within his steeled personality. The mech never drifted from an opportunity to better assist the team. Whenever a bot was injured or in need, he was there. His worry sometimes eats away at him like rust, but that's just proof of how much he cares about you. He would stress over the littlest things even when it was out of his control. With everything that he endured you could understand why he acts the way he does. He's been in this war far longer than Optimus.

During the time you have spent with Team Prime, you have noticed that Ratchet never really took it upon his will to look after himself. He always made sure everyone else's needs were met, but what about his own? You have never seen him supplement himself with energon like all the others. You knew that you were all at a low supply, but you wondered if he even took anything for himself at all. That thought worried you.

You glanced over at the silent mech focusing on his work. His optic ridges were scrunched together. That wasn't an uncommon look for him. He just looked pissed all the time. Catching him in one of his good moods was sight for sore optics. Maybe there was something you could do to change that for once. You started to think about how much you took him for granted and never seemed to give anything back to him in return. Never realising it until now, you needed him more than you thought. 

"Ratchet, are you feeling alright today?", you asked. Ratchet looked up at you slightly bewildered by your random question, but returned to his work.

"I've always been better", he gave a reply you weren't really satisfied with. You decided to poke further.

"I couldn't help but notice how energon deprived you've looked recently. Have you been taking enough for yourself?". Ratchet stopped the welder that was closing up your arm altogether and gave you a unsettling look.

"(Y/n), there are far more lives at stake to be using what little energon we have to supplement myself to my fullest. I have no need for such energon if I'm just going to spend my days here at base". Although he did make a good point, the thought of Ratchet starving himself made you weary. You never knew the energon deposit was that low for him to be prioritising his team over himself. 

Ratchet was about to turn his welder back on when you placed your servo over his wrist. You stared at him with sympathy in your optics. You were hoping he wouldn't reject what you were about to do. The mech gave you a puzzled look right as you leaned over to give him a gentle kiss on the side of his faceplate. Ratchet let out a startled grunt in response. You quickly retreated and saw that his expression had changed. 

(Y/n)...", he spoke faintly. "What was that for?". His optic ridges rose from their original stance. You lowered your helm slightly embarrassed by his reaction.

"I.. I know I can't convince you to take better care of yourself, but I wanted to thank you somehow for everything that you've done for me", you smiled. The tension in Ratchet's shoulders eased. He didn't know how to respond to that. He was staring blankly at you for some time before he realised what he was doing and cleared his throat. 

"You don't have to thank me, I'm just doing my job", he tried to brush it off. He may of been acting like your comment wasn't that big of a deal, but the look on his face said otherwise. You could see red starting to form over his face. This was a big deal for him. You could tell because he was trying so hard to avoid looking you directly in the optics. 

"So that kiss wasn't a big deal?", you asked innocently. Ratchet snapped his helm at you quickly regretting it. He saw the look in your pretty (Y/e/c) optics and diverted his gaze.

"Well.. um... I wasn't saying that", he said unable to talk clearly. It was adorable to watch him struggle with keeping himself together over something so small. That was just like Ratchet. Curious, you wondered what would happen if you kissed him again. 

"Then allow me to give you a proper thanks", you smiled sweetly at him. Your smile made him weak. He drew his helm back expecting the worst, but you just pulled him back with your servos until your dermas met. For a moment he was shocked, but then he slowly eased into the affection. Your body twitched when you felt something touch your face. It was his servo. It was a light presence but it was there, so much that it was almost non existent. 

Knowing that he was accepting your gesture brought a warm feeling in your spark. You cared so much about him, you always did. You wish you could be around Ratchet more without the reason to be fixed. In your spark, you felt that Ratchet was the one that needed to be fixed. He needed to know that someone was aware of the sacrifices he made, but more importantly, he needed to know someone cared about him.

You pulled away from him with a weightless feeling in your chassis. Ratchet still had his servo on your face. He quickly pulled it away once he opened his optics to you. Instead of coming up with some excuse, the sides of his dermas rose. He smiled, he actually smiled. 

"Sorry, I didn't mean to worry you. I just... wish I could do more", he apologised. First you saw him smile after what seemed like eons, and now he was apologising? You must of really got to him. He didn't even care that he was blushing anymore. The red really stood out on his white finish. He couldn't hide it even if he wanted to. Inside, you thought it was utterly adorable. In a way you felt special that he was allowing himself to act this way around you. 

"What you do for the team is more than enough Ratchet", you placed a servo on his shoulder plate, making him give you a reassuring smile. "Just promise me you'll look after yourself, or I will". Your request wasn't meant to sound pressured, but the medic caught onto the meaning. You were just looking out for him, something he never expected but appreciated. The mech nodded. He wouldn't normally take advise from anyone other than himself, but the kiss you gave him awakened something in him. He actually looked genuinely happy for once. 

"I promise, thank you".