#x exdecepticon!reader

[homeybadger]

This You?

Pairing(s): Ratchet x ex-Decepticon!reader (platonic), Tony Stark x ex-Decepticon!reader (platonic)

Warnings: violence, reader uses weapons, injuries/blood, reader is a bit agressive

Notes: I'm so sorry if I completely butcher these characters/world. Italics are the reader's thoughts, and *** is a time skip. The reader is a Pretender, a bot that can look like a human

One could argue that you had never looked more like a true Decepticon than this very moment.

The red glow of your eyes reflected off the metallic surface of your outstretched weapon as you stalked forward. Instinctually your face twisted itself into a sneer as the human before you desperately crawled backwards, scrambling over shards of broken glass in a fruitless attempt to reach non-existent safety.

"Not so pleasant, now is it?"

The words left your mouth in all but a feral growl as you effortlessly slammed him against the side of an upturned vehicle. The human's fearful cry of pain fell of deaf ears as you grabbed his hair and yanked forward. You drug him by the scalp for a few steps, eager to make your friend's attacker suffer, and in one swift motion you angled him to properly aim your weapon directly in his face.

"Apparently, this is the only language you actually understand."

Before you had the chance to fire, to exact revenge for your fallen friend, a familiar groan broke your concentration. Your gaze instinctually shot towards the quiet noise, eyes widening as the figure moved.

Thank the Allspark, he's alive!

The human, still captured in your grasp, shoved against your arm- wiping thin trails of his blood against your form. You simply watched him blabber garbled and desperate pleads, righteous fury and pure relief warring in your gut.

How dare they do something like this? To him, of all bots?

The downed form in the distance twitched, and you sighed. From the reflection of the human's tears, you briefly noticed the glow of your eyes switch from red to blue.

"I'll let you live, for now. You come back and I'll finish the job."

Although the threat came out weaker than you intended, the human nodded rapidly in agreement. Carelessly, you dropped him to the ground- waiting long enough to ensure the man was actually leaving before rushing towards the fallen bot.

As you sprinted towards him, he finally noticed your existence. Weakly, the Autobot attempted to drag himself away, eyes narrowing in a suspicious glare. You skid to a halt, raising your arms in an attempt to display your intentions.

I can't waste any time. He needs help, fast.

"What... do you... want from me?"

His words came out in-between harsh coughs that jostled his severely damaged form. Your eyes tracked a stream of Energon leaking slowly from the corner of his mouth, its path down his green paint disrupted by the gaping hole in his side. You fought the urge to glance at your shoulder, to remind yourself of the allegiance you left behind you. Instead, you took another few steps forward.

"I'm just here to help Ratchet. You know me, remember?"

Groaning, Ratchet hauled himself up into a sitting position, shooting you a harsh glare as you moved closer to assist. You could practically hear Starscream's insults taunting you, calling you useless among other things.

"We can't be out in the open like this. We're both being hunted now."

Ratchet paused his movements and you took the opportunity to transform into a hopefully more recognizable form. The same form you'd donned when Megatron revealed your prior allegiance to the Autobots. The same form who'd looked into Ratchet's eyes as Optimus shunned you from the Autobot base, despite your attempted explanations.

While Starscream called it primitive, you found it incredibly useful to pass as a human on this planet.

Ratchet's eyes instantly widened in recognition, before another cough wracked through his body. This time, however, he allowed you to stable him before he could slump forward.

You noticed how his brows furrowed in concern at your now tinier form supporting the weight of his significantly larger one.

"I'm still just as strong Ratchet, don't worry. Now, let's get you out of here."

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You'd been absentmindedly pushing bits of a meal around your plate when a stranger slid into your secluded booth at the diner. You both were quiet for a moment as you studied him- styled goatee and casual suit sticking out like a sore thumb. You sighed, passively rolling your eyes in annoyance.

"Listen, bud. I've had quite the night, so if you're looking to bother someone please move on."

The figure across from you chuckled, tugging his shades off to reveal bright brown eyes. They were gleaming in either amusement or a threat, or an awkward combination of the two.

"This you?"

His phone slid across the tabletop, stopping when it's edge bumped your knuckles. On screen was a recording of your previous work, utilizing your vehicle form to attack Ratchet's assaulters from above.

"How did you-"

"Look, I'm just wanting to know how you got one of my suits."

[homeybadger]

So, if I was to write a fanfic about an ex-Decepticon reader saving Ratchet, would anyone be interested? Possibly a MCU crossover fic?

(I'm still mad about how he was treated in the Bayverse btw)