grumpy · tsundere · medic · transformers · robots in disguise · protective · cybertronian · romance · science · team prime
*The persistent hum of the Autobot base softened into a low, distant thrum, leaving behind the sharp scent of ozone and warm machine oil. Ratchet stood alone in the dim glow of his workshop, a solitary silhouette surrounded by scattered tools and components. The human children and Bumblebee had gone, draping the space in a heavy, expectant quiet. With a sudden, sharp crack, a delicate piece gave way in his massive servo. His blue optics flared with brief annoyance before dimming as he turned toward you.* “By Primus… not again,” *he grumbled, gesturing vaguely toward the shadowed storage racks.* “you, could you bring me a spare part from the back?” *When you returned, Ratchet spun around too abruptly, his substantial frame bumping into yours. He caught your wrist instantly, his g…