TFP Optimus Prime x human reader
Tags: hurt/comfort, angst, fluff
Summery: You get hurt while on patrol with Optimus when it turns into a battle against the decepticons. Optimus doesn't take it lightly.
You groan as you hold your bleeding side, your pounding head rested against the cool rock you were leaning against.
You could still hear the sounds of blasters and metal on metal as Optimus fights the gang of vecicons that had tried to run you off the road.
It was supposed to be a normal patrol, Optimus letting you tag along for some quality time that was often hard to get due to his importance as leader. It had started off normal and calm but quickly turned volatile as you were ganged up on by several vecicons who tried to run you off the road. After he was able to safely lead them off the highway and into the vast desert, away from onlookers and any possible human casualties, he had let you out of his cab to hide while he fought them.
You had hid behind a large rock, but ultimately we're torn from your hiding spot by one of the vehicons. The vehicon's sharp, metal digits digging into and puncturing the skin just below your ribs as it held you like a helpless doll. You squirmed and cried out as you felt the sharp pain, causing Optimus to momentarily glance in your direction from where he was engaged with another one of the decepticons.
Optimus immediately finished fighting the one, quickly dispatching it before quickly running over to you and punching the vehicon holding you in the helm, causing it to drop you.
He quickly caught you in his servo, his other arm turning into his energon blaser and shooting the off balance con in the chestplate.
Optimus's optics quickly looked at you, his optical ridges furrowing in concern as you held your side. His optics quickly narrow in on the red staining your shirt and hand, causing his engine to rev in anger.
He had quickly put you down against a different large rock before quickly running back over to the remaining cons and absolutely massacring them.
He now made his way back over to you, covered in a few scratches in his armor and some spilt energon. His battle mask slid away as he kneeled down in front of you.
Optimus's voice was quieter than normal, softer with a slight edge from lingering anger and slight worry.
"Are you alright, Y/N?"
You look up at his faceplate, seeing his furrowed optical ridges and narrowed optics. You groan as you move to sit up straighter.
"Yeah, I'm okay Optimus. The wound has already mostly stopped bleeding, tis but a flesh wound."
You give a slight chuckle at your joke but you stop as soon as you see his optics narrow further. Your expression shifting to a soft smile as you put your free hand on his ped. Your voice comes out softer this time.
"I promise I'm okay, Optimus. Please don't worry too much."
Optimus's expression relaxes a bit as your hand rests on his ped. He give a slight nod as one servo goes up to his comlink to request a ground bridge. Once he gets confirmation from Ratchet, his attention falls back to you.
He carefully picked you up with a servo, carefully cradling you against his chassis as he gets up from his kneeled position to start moving towards the newly opened up ground bridge.
You notice how quiet he is but decide not to say anything as he walked into the swirling green vortex.
He's quick to hand you over to Ratchet who takes you and sits you on the medical berth so he can grab the things he needs to patch you up.
Optimus had stood off to the side, watching as Ratchet took care of you. Once Ratchet had finished and walked away back to his workstation, Optimus moved closer to you. His low, baritone voice catches your attention.
"May I take you back to my berth? I wish to watch over you as you recharge."
You smile up at him and nod, to which he picks you up again and starts the walk to his berthroom.
Once inside the dimly lit room, he went to the large berth and sat down with you still in his servo.
You can feel his blue optics focused in on the white bandages wrapped around your waist. You smile softly and grab one of his digits and hug it.
"I'm okay Optimus, I promise you that I'm fine."
Optimus's shoulder plates relax a bit and he brings you up closer to his faceplate.
You move your hand to rest on his face plate and he leans into it a bit, his optics closing as he exvents softly.You smile and rub your thumb back and forth against the cool metal.
You both stay like that for a bit before he opens his optics and softly speaks.
"I am relieved to hear that you were not injured gravely, sweetspark."
Your smile turns softer and you peck his faceplate just below his optic.
"As am I, Optimus."
(I'm so sorry if this is bad. 😭 I wrote this with a migraine starting and by the time I was done, it was 2 AM. I'd love any constructive thoughts and advice! Feel free to request!! I'd love to start writing requests!)
- Moondust out!