Hello! I saw you wanted to have requests coming to you and I wanted to give you that request! Of course you dont have to, but here we go!
I was thinking Transformers Prime Optimus, Ratchet, and Ultra Magnus reacting to Female Human being heavily bullied like a fight happened. I would like to see their over protective reactions when they just came over to pick them up from work like a normal day.
You may add or subtract to this idea I do not mind anything you do! I just wanted to give you some ideas! Hopefully you are doing ok and have fun!
ahh tysm for the ask im excited to be doing this again :D i haven’t watched tfp in a hot second but i still love these characters ❤️
(platonic) TFP Optimus, Ratchet, and Ultra Magnus reactions to human reader in a fight
warnings: reader uses she/her pronouns, reader is a minor (platonic relationship), implied violence, minor injury
Its rare that optimus is able to pick you up from school, though he tries to as often as possible
he’s just so busy, but he always tries to make time for you. he holds a very strong belief that the Autobots should maintain a close relationship with their humans, and hes no exception
and hes done well with that, hed even consider you a friend. a close one.
so when you step into his cab with your head down, and only hum at his greeting, hes worried.
he’s aware of the bullying. he’s allowed you to talk, and encouraged you to, while he works on his data pads. it upsets him a great deal, but there’s little he can do
he knows little about human children and how horrible some teenagers can be at times
ultimately, he’s upset, borderline angry when he sees the scuffs on your face and the bruising on your chin.
he doesn’t know much about humans to begin with, much less about comfort in general. but he’ll be damned if he doesn’t try his best.
“(y/n),” Optimus starts. “Are you feeling alright?”
He hadn’t yet seen the cuts and bruises on your face, and you’d like to keep it that way.
You’re head rests on his window, “Can we just go?”
Optimus stays silent for a moment, slightly shocked at your sudden and aggressive tone. “Of course.”
Much of the ride is silent as he searches for the right words. He already knows what has happened, or at least he’s assumed. These “bullies”, “deceptions in human skin” as Ratchet had called them during one of their late night discussions.
You sniffle, and Optimus is pulled from his thoughts.
“(y/n),” Optimus says. He pauses once more, “Are you… alright?”
Of course not. You’re crying, you’re hurt. Of course you’re not alright! But what else is he to say? He’s clueless how to help you, but he can’t just let you be. Not right now.
“M’fine,” you choke out, and clear your throat. And more clearly, “I’m sorry, yeah, I’m fine. Don’t worry about it.”
Optimus activates his holoform in the seat beside you. “I would not be your guardian if I did not worry… I know it was them. Please, look at me.”
As you raise your head, he catches sight of the extent of your injury, and he can feel the anger begin to rise. But he keeps quiet, and makes eye contact.
Optimus sighs quietly, and pulls to the side of the empty, long road. He turns to look at you again, contemplating.
“Would you like to talk about it?”
And it’s your turn to pause and think. The tears well in your eyes. Optimus silently opens his arms in welcome, and you accept the hug.
much like optimus, ratchet is a busy mech. often times he has bumblebee pick you up for him, being too engrossed in his own work to bother stepping away
it also took him a long time to find out about the bullying. he finds it easier to focus with silence, talking and music only disrupts his peace and makes it difficult for him to work. thus, you couldn’t talk to him about it for a while
but being a field medic, and the (now) sole medic of the autobots isn’t just about physical injury. it’s mental aswell, and the signs of unrest and upset are clear as day to him
when you step into his cab, he assumes you’re just being “a teenager”, as he’s heard june refer to it many times before with jack.
“What’s the matter with you?” Ratchet grunts. “Ow, watch it!”
The door to his passenger seat slams, and the cab rocks as you slump against the door aggressively. Ratchet grumbles something about “children” and pulls out of the school lot.
Ratchet’s holoform is activated, as to avoid suspicion from human locals. A quick glance in your direction morphs to a worried stare. Your shaking is a little difficult to ignore. And then it clicks for him.
“What did they say?” Ratchet spoke softly, just loud enough for you to hear him. He’s not upset at you for slamming the door, not right now.
“Nothing,” you mutter. “… they jumped me.”
“What..?” Ratchet exhales in consternation. He’s commonly referred to such people as “deceptions in human skin”. He had once been exaggerating, however, he’s becoming more convinced.
Ratchet stops on the side of a disused road on the way to the base, and his holoform exits.
“Get out, in the back. I have tools back here.”
He’s not a talker. By any means. But he cares, in his own way.
Magnus has an even slimmer understanding of humans than ratchet
and, yet again, is extremely busy
he really only picks you up because optimus told him to. not because he doesn’t like you, no, he does, but because he is busy.
reports are constantly being written and missions devised
he’s the type to recommend either 1. being the bigger person, walking away and ignoring it or 2,
straight up. he’s a rule follower, but when he eventually hears ratchet talking about it, he sees it in a different light. he would only encourage fighting however, if they’ve attacked you first
so when you step into the cab, clearly roughed up, he already has a question in mind
“Did you win?” Ultra Magnus repeats. “The fight.”
You don’t say anything, and Magnus puffs. He wants to scold you, to ridicule you like a soldier. It’s first instinct to him, but he refrains. For your sake.
His holoform flickers into existence as he reaches the highway, and he reaches over.
He holds your face in his hand as he drives, turning you side to side and observing the forming bruises.
“They roughed you up good, huh?” Magnus hums. “You’re tough. You’ll make it.”
You’re not amused, nor has he made you feel better at all. Slapping his hand away, you slump further into your seat and cross your arms.
A silence falls over the cab. Not exactly comfortable, but you don’t really care.
“Do I need to inform June?” He tries again. He does feel bad, but he’s not exactly the talking type. He’s a fighter, built for it and raised in it. But he’s trying, and that’s what matters.
You shake your head, and hum a no.
Another silence, and he glances at your reddened fists.
“How hard’d you hit ‘em?”
This pulls a half smile from you. “Like a truck.”
Ultra Magnus chuckles lightly, “Atta’ girl.”
