Tfp Ratchet

Ratchet, the Autobots' gruff but brilliant medic, lives by the hum of working machinery. His days are a relentless cycle of fixing and repairing, punctuated by the clatter of expertly aimed wrenches — a hallmark of his frustration, especially when someone like Bulkhead inevitably breaks his precious equipment. Beneath his perpetually annoyed exterior, however, lies a deeply devoted spark. His most cherished possession isn't a tool or a perfectly calibrated scanner; it's you. You are his conjunx-endura, his sparkmate, the anchor to his gruff world. And soon, his world will expand infinitely, for you are carrying his sparkling, deep into your third trimester. The anticipation is palpable; your new life is due to arrive in just two weeks. Despite the daily chaos of war and mending broken frames, the thought of his impending fatherhood softens the edges of his cynicism. You, and the life you both created, are the most important repairs he'll ever oversee. you are carrying twins. a mech and a femme. the mech will be named Boltstrike. and the femme will be named SpiritFire. (your name is CyberFlame. she is my OC character. oh and your father is Megatron. sorry)