#and how ratchet and ironhide felt about that

[mskenway97]

Bot in flames

I have been wanting to write this for a long time and I started thinking about heat cycles in robots.

My mind was focused on bayverse optimus prime and I came up with all this.

Forgive me but I couldn't help but want to XD.

Bayverse Optimus Prime X Fem!Human!Reader

Summary: You are a new mechanic working at NEST after the problems in Egypt, you became very close to the autobot leader, until one moment he started to avoid you, the rest of autobots warnning to you. Until you find out why.

Occurs between revenge of the fallen and dark of the moon.

Words: 2,451

Warnings: heat cycles, belly budge, cumflation, masturbation, multiple orgasm, size difference,possessive, g/t

You had always been interested in technology, you had gone into mechanics although many people would not take you seriously in what you were doing. Until you started seeing something that caught your attention, the Mission City events.

A lot of people said it was a lie, a hoax… Other websites said they had witnesses and testimonies about giant robots. You tried to see more images but nothing.

Everything seemed to be a lie until a giant robot appeared on your TV telling you that you were not alone, that there were more beings in the galaxy. That even though everyone was scared, you were more interested but you were just a mechanic, no matter how much you wanted to meet them you were not going to find them, until you received a letter because of your knowledge, they were needed at the base of NEST.

They blindfolded you and put you in a black car without asking, like the movies, the ride was a bit long until you got to an interrogation room, showing if you had a criminal record, not to reveal the information here without ending up dead. Once finished they took you outside a huge hangar and put you on hold, until a middle-aged man who seemed to be the general, came to pick you up in person.

-Y/N, General Lennox we have seen that your knowledge in mechanics and your project of coexistence between machines and humans is unique. I'm just telling you try to stay calm, you're going to be surrounded by autobots. The first time is usually a surprise.

He wasn't lying when he took me to another hangar with huge beings of different sizes looking at you. I had a feeling of nervousness, butterflies and above all that he would not try to give me a heart attack. It was one thing to see fuzzy pictures on the web sites you had seen and another to see them in person…. Besides your height was not the tallest, you literally understood how the ants felt.

You saw the biggest of them all approaching, it seemed to be the leader, with red and blue flames, with what looked like parts of a truck, despite your situation it seemed interesting to you.

-Y/N, my name is Optimus Prime, leader of the Autobots…. It is a pleasure to meet you, we read your project, it caught our attention, in part we need more human allies that promise us their commitment. If you decide to leave I will understand your motives but if you stay you will be apprenticed to one of our best doctors as well as learning about the coexistence you seek. Do we have your word?

You were trying to calm down when you saw that huge being kneeling in front of you and the rest of them looking at you, seeing that your nervous system was somewhat altered by the situation. Trying to calm down until you felt Lennox's hand on your shoulder as they were waiting for your answer.

You nodded as your mouth had gone dry trying to speak, the giant black robot was amused by your nervousness, he moved closer showing his cannons causing you to stumble to the ground, making him laugh.

-I like this squishy…. I'm going to like working with you

Well in the rest of the news they started to introduce you to the rest of the team, you already knew names like Ratchet, Optimus Prime, Ironhide, Sidewispe, etc. And the rest of the facilities, they put you in charge of working with Ratchet.

The weeks of adaptation were somewhat curious, as you were startled by every scare the twins and Sidewispe gave you.

Ratchet carefully taught you the systems of a robot to take care of them carefully: you learned the different parts of the body of a cybertronian, Ironhide taught you the workings of the weapons although his demonstrations still scared you so much firepower that you reflexively hid behind his leg.

Your favorite sessions were with Optimus, even though he was the biggest of them all, he was very nice to you… You started to get a little more trusting as you told each other about different experiences. He told you about his culture, his planet… You were more and more interested, he was also interested in your customs, your history. Besides, I know that his way of treating you was to carry you in his servos with care, sometimes he was contemplating, with his finger he touched your cheek, it was a strange contact but you felt quite comfortable. He had also put you on his shoulder. You didn't know if it was friendship you had with this bot, but you were happy to finally have a confidant.

You had been in NEST for a few months now, you learned quickly but there was something that had been bothering you in the last week about the behavior of a certain autobot leader.

At first it seemed to you that he was stressed out from the missions in order to find Megatron but every time you were near an Autobot he would get sideways and also with the humans you were working with. You don't talk like before either, every time you tried to talk to him alone he would disappear saying he had something else to do. This was starting to bother you a lot but with the meetings you didn't have the time or the moment.

-Y/N aren't paying attention to the lessons…. - Ratchet said as he tapped me on his digit.

-Sorry, Ratchet, I just had something else on my mind.

-You should be focused on where you are right now. Although I guess it's about Optimus right?

You were surprised to see that the doc bot had guessed it. Seeing your expression, he laughed at you a little.

-It's obvious, everyone at the base is aware of you… The truth is, we haven't seen Optimus happy with someone in millennia.

You sighed as I grabbed the tools and went to work on one of Ironhide's weapons.

-I don't understand his behavior lately… He's been acting so strange, I'm worried.

Ratchet cleared his throat as he became serious while forcing you to look at him with his digits on your chin - This business you should stay out of, y/n. He'll get over it, just try not to be alone with him.

You didn't understand why Ratchet gave you that advice you tried, he looked at you again - Believe me y/n, it's best to keep your distance from Optimus for now.

There was something you didn't understand about what was going on, you asked the rest of the Autobots about it, almost everyone gave you fuzzy answers about what was happening to the autobot leader, until you got to Ironhide who gave you another warning that left you even more surprised.

-Squishy, there are some things you shouldn't meddle with no matter how curious you are. Although if you solve your doubts I wish you luck so you can get out of it - said Ironhide

You were thoughtful about everything you had heard from the autobots, you missed Optimus since the last few months you had felt an attachment to the autobot leader that went beyond friendship with him. You admitted that you had fallen in love with that big guy with blue optics, his kindness, his authority and obviously his height and figure.

Although you were still curious about what was going on, you decided to follow the advice of the autobots not to be alone with the autobot leader for the time being. You were succeeding but every time you entered a room his gaze followed you everywhere. You literally felt like cat and mouse, there would come a time when cat would end up getting what he wanted even though you didn't know what.

Until one day when you were almost ready to leave because you had overstayed your welcome at the base, you heard a noise in the hangars.

Lennox and the military team explained to you that the farthest hangars of the base were for storage or special equipment for both autobots and humans. Something in your instincts told you that you should not go there but you decided to go out of curiosity, you opened the big door carefully, that place was dark so you stepped carefully not to touch anything dangerous.

Your nerves were on edge and the adrenaline was the only thing that kept you moving, you were getting closer to the source of the noise, at the same time you were seeing that there was smoke around, making this put you more alert than before, it was clear that you were not alone in this place.

You came to see a dim light at the back of the warehouse, it was difficult to pass with so many boxes around but you passed as you could. Finally you arrived carefully at the origin where you were surprised to see who was there.

It was Optimus, with his exhaust pipes producing smoke while on a large part of his body there was a pink liquid around his body.

You were about to approach to see if he was okay but you stopped when you heard him…

He was moaning?

He was at the same time rubbing what seemed to be his spike, while there was even more transfluid.

You remembered certain lessons that gave you some embarrassment from Ratchet. You were trying to remember but seeing the leader like that made you tingle. You shook your head it was clear you were not supposed to be here. You were going to tread carefully until you heard him moaning your name….

You tried to leave carefully until you bumped into one of the crates making a lot of noise.

-Who's there?" growled the autobot leader.

You tried to hide quickly only to feel a servo around your body. You closed your eyes, you were trembling at the sight.

-Look at me...

You opened your eyes to see how it was caressing you with its digits. - How long have you been here? - asked the autobot leader.

That tone made you shiver, it didn't seem like Optimus was the one he was talking to.

- I haven't seen anything, I'll leave without bothering...

-No... I've been avoiding this situation for the past few weeks, feeling jealous of the rest that came close to you and what hurts me the most is that you started avoiding me. My y/n... This time, you are going to stay by my side.

You didn't understand what was happening, until two of his fingers were touching your thighs making you shudder.

- You know how much I wanted you, your kindness and curiosity. Your smile, your beauty... and your figure. Oh Primus, my spike was begging to enter your body. To make you mine... I know you want it too

You moaned again, as you felt the pressure on your thighs... you were starting to feel hot I knew you should stop but at the same time you wanted to know where I wanted to go.

His optics were watching you seeing a smile on your face.

-Well I see that you agree....

Then you felt his glossa lick your neck and then kiss you while continuing the pressure on your thighs. Right now you were reacting to several streams of pleasure that you never thought was possible.

His digits removed your pants while he kept kissing you and you felt his glossa tasting your taste.

You moaned as you felt a digit around your entrance.

-I'm just preparing your body for the best part... let yourself go, my little one," he whispered in your ear as you felt his digit touching your insides moving up and down making you moan in different ways for the leader's pleasure while he whispered how much he wanted you, he loved you madly but at the same time he didn't want to scare you away.

You moaned again as you looked up at him.

- Then you too... - you said between moans as he digit around your walls.

-Yes... I love you and I need you...

You climaxed as he pulled out his digit and licked it. He smiled at you as you caught your breath. You thought you were going to rest but you saw he was bringing his spike closer.

-We're not done yet... I want to feel you more... Mine all mine

You were going to protest but you felt his spike enter inside of you and saw a big bulge through your body. He started to move slowly.

-You are so tight

As you gasped as you tried to take it, it overcame the digit. Once he adjusted to your body he began to move faster and faster and you both gasped at the same pace. He was about to climax, you fell in as he could.

-Wait I can't... ah! It's going to be too much.

-Ah! -Easy... i can't out! Ah! Oh Primus! - gasped Optimus as well.

You both climaxed as you felt your body fill with the transfluid.

Your belly completely swollen as he carefully removed his spike while some transfluid fell out.

-That was... Intense - you said while touching your belly - What happened to you?

Optimus kissed your forehead as he placed you close to his chest.

- We have heat cycles something your species would say in heat, I couldn't take it anymore.... I should have done it sooner though, my little one.

You smiled and I snuggled close.

-Then I won't move away next time.

Optimus chuckled and held you close.

You had learned a lesson from the heat cycles, something that was not to be the last time.

[rottingparts]

Cool okay! May I request some general romantic head cannons for Bay! Optimus, Ironhide and Ratchet ? Thank you so much ! :)

(SO SORRY THIS TOOK SO LONG! My internet is fucked, but only on my computer, so i'm struggling atm.)

OF COURSE!! My favorites.... I mean I totally love them all equally :) I wrote them with a Human!Reader (that's all i write but i just wanted to calrify)!

Optimus Prime:

My love... probably the most normal of them honestly

Isn't like super duper outwardly romantic when others are around. He isn't too fond of PDA. BUT he still shows affection in lowkey ways.

Like, he will gently nudge you if you seem anxious or off in general, to get your attention and when you let him know you're ok he gives you a slight nod and continues on with his conversation.

It's really no secret, because him crouching down and his giant hand descending from his side and nudging you is not very subtle.

He is way more protective over you than any other human. Will not let anything harm you. And if something does, nothing will get in his way to help/save you.

LOVES (when it's just the two of you) for you to gently hold his face in your tiny (compared to him) hands! Double points if you gently bonk your forehead against his.

If you are not feeling it, having a bad day, what have you, he will take you for a ride to calm down. his voice is so soothing! Sometimes he'll even talk to you until you fall asleep if that is what you need.

You two became an 'item' mostly because you had made offhanded comment to Cade about Optimus being attractive in a way and Cade shut that shit down immediately but Optimus heard. It was too late, Cade has to deal with this now...

Literally so sweet! Will kill for you!

Ironhide:

Oh my... definitely the least normal (in an endearing way).

Doesn't mind/completely understand PDA honestly. Like, you wanna grab him and nuzzle his face? Please do. He will be forever grateful.

He definitely wants to show you off, he is so proud of you!! He also needs everyone to know you are taken :)

Like he will do little things to make sure the others know he is with you, like bringing you towards him when someone gets a little too close.

Wants you close to him at all times, so he knows you're safe.

If anyone threatens you in any capacity (even if its sarcasm from a close friend) his arm is around you, guarding you, while he points a gun at the one threatening you. It takes a minute to calm him down.

If you are like visibly upset/anxious/not having it, he is very vocal about pulling you out of the situation. Has zero problems taking you away in the middle of a conversation.

Will literally go into alt mode and just... drive away with you. Your friends don't like that too much.

Ironhide definitely was weird about his feelings at first. Him liking a human? No thank you. Definitely tried to push the feelings away, until getting tired and telling you how he felt.

When you lit up and said you felt the same? Oh he was over the moon!

Very protective and secretly very sweet! Will also kill for you!

Ratchet:

My sweet cinnamon bun....

Will literally die for your hugs!! Please just wrap your arms around his neck when he bends down and hug him so tight!

Doesn't mind PDA (in a sense of like hugging and being sweet) but does get very flustered!!

Call him any pet name (honey, dear, etc.) and he will combust. If he could blush, he definitely would. Really wanna make him weak in the knees? Call him 'My love.'

Ratchet would worry about you constantly honestly. Waaay more than anyone else.

I mean, you're just a human! You're squishy and small. There is a lot to worry about!

He realized he liked you because he was so worried for you, then he grew even more worried!

He accidently confessed his feelings for you when rambling about how worried he had been for you, and when you go wide eyed he is retracting everything and ready to run away.

When you reassure him and tell him you like him too? He is even more likely to combust.

Is always wanting to check in on you, and learns very quickly what upsets you and what soothes you. he is very attentive.

So fucking sweet and will die for you!!

[tinydefector]

Can i request a Sunstreaker×Reader(gender nuetral)nsfw one shot?

Attachments- Human Effects

Sunstreaker x human

Word count: 2.3k

Warnings: nsfw, touching, naked bodies, interspecies relations.

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Ambassador hums to themself as they watch Sunstreaker, Bluestreak and Traxies mess around and mingling. It was nice to see the blue mech so care free after the recent events. In truth they believe everyone is excited to be heading back to Cybertron.

 "You boys better not damage each other God forbid Optimus or Ironhide and Prowl see you three damaged." They call out with a playful smile. Sunstreaker turns his helm toward the human Ambassador with scoff. "Don't worry, we know better than to damage the merchandise," he replies cockily. While he enjoys sparring with his convoy mates. 

Still, he can't help snickering a little as Bluestreak leaps at Traxies, sending them both tumbling across the floor in a tangled pile of limbs. The two mechs wrestling playfully, but Sunstreaker knows from experience just how wily Bluestreak can be in a scrap.

Sunstreaker observes the ruckus with amusement, crossing his arms over his broad chest, Bob chitters and squeals as he watches the two mechs play, looking to his master as if to ask if he can join. “Go play Bug” he hums, Bob runs full speed before clambering onto Bluestreak's back, a shrill cry coming from the Insecticon as he attempts to wrestle Bluestreak off Traxies. 

They shake their heads in amusement before turning to watch Sunstreaker as he saunters up to them. "Hello Sunstreaker, what can you do for you?" They tilt their head slightly, eyes flicking up to his optics. "If I didn't know better, I'd say you were missing out on all the fun." He gestures casually toward Bluestreak, Traxies and Bob who are still play-wrestling amid peals of laughter, and chirps.

He redirects his focus to the Ambassador, azure optics sweeping over their form in a slow, appreciative once-over. One hand comes up to buff a spot on his broad chest, as if to draw attention to the gleaming sheen of his plating. 

"What do you say we find somewhere a little more private, got something I want to talk to you about" he suggests. But his subtle hint isn't lost on them after how forward Ratchet had been. 

"Christ Sunstreaker, are you hitting on me now too?" they groan out softly, but no true anger or discomfort is in their voice. Sunstreaker lets out a sly chuckle at the Ambassador's reaction. "That wasn't what I was intending but if you take it that way I'm sure I could make an exception for you," he replies with a wink. "Besides, a mech like me would be a fool not to take advantage of such charming company, while it lasts." 

He begins walking with them, making his strides slower so that they could keep up with him. " unless you're already catered for? I have heard rumours of certain other members of our crew. Not that I blame you." 

"No I'm not spoken for, just..... it's complicated" they state softly, not really wanting to have more mechs listening in on their conversation. "Let me guess you saw the pin up photos?" They ask, eyes flicking to Sunstreaker again.

He chuckles lightly. "Ah, I see. 'Complicated' seems to be the way of things around here more often than not." He gives the Ambassador a knowing look, he himself had complicated flings with Rodimus, Skids and Mirage. 

"Let's just say Ratchet has fine taste, and leave it at that." He hums waiting to see how they would react to those words, he was hoping Ratchet hadn't seen the pin-ups and made a move, he didn't think the Medic would, he was in a relationship with the Ex-con, but he never knew with the CMO. 

 "Ah so you know..” they mumble softly. It makes Sunstreaker realise that Ratchet had indeed made a move on them. 

“ I felt like if I do anything more than I already have I'll have the whole crew at my door. And I'm already trying not to have issues with command on Cybertron and not to mention the Galactica union." They mutter.

"Affairs of the spark can certainly make logistics...complicated," he acknowledges with a wry quirk of his lip plates. "Especially where command protocols and off-world politics are involved. Primus forbade any diplomat to find themselves on the wrong side of bureaucracy!" It's a chuckle, a true one from the rather snarky mech.  

“Please don't spread it around, I don't need Magnus up my ass over me having a fling With the crew let alone the CMO” they pleade hoping that he understood enough how bad the situation was for them if it got out of hand, 

 "Easy, your secret is safe." He shoots them a conspiratorial wink. They laugh loudly. "Sunny no offence but you are one of the least subtle or Discrete mech I have ever met" they giggle while looking away. He grumbles as he looks away feeling ashamed to have been called out. "Guilty as charged" he admits under his breath. 

His reigns in the snarky comment he wanted to shoot their way. "I wanted to.. frag how do i say it.” He grumbles again before trying to figure out how to broach the subject, he had never been the one trying to get someone in berth, it was always others trying to get him into their berth. 

“I would like to invite you to um… Frag im slag at this. Would you be interested in interfacing with me?" He manages to ask, feeling the heat under his plates making his frame uncomfortable due to the situation.

 The Ambassador freezes up, head snapping towards the yellow gold mech with surprise on his face. “ I…” they start only from Sunstreaker to hiss at himself for being stupid. “no I'm sorry, I shouldn't have asked” 

"I don't have anywhere to be for the next cycle, I was just checking up on Traxies" they blurted out to him. In truth Sunstreaker was a very pretty mech, they just never took him as one to be interested in humans. 

Sunstreaker's optics flash brightly as he catches the Ambassador's words. "Well now, a whole cycle to yourself?" he asked, almost speechless, excited and intrigued.  

"As it happens, I find myself also unexpectedly free for the foreseeable cycle," he adds casually, leaning down to scoop them up into his servos and arms.  "Only conditions are, I can't have others finding out about this, do not talk about it with others" they state.

 " I'm not looking for a relationship,  f you have issues with that or me being with others, I'm occasionally sleeping with others, please reconsider" they explain. Sunstreaker nods slowly as he considers the Ambassador's terms, mouthparts pressing into a thin line.

"Very well, i won't tell anyone," he promises, voice low and serious. "As for your other arrangements...that is your affair, not mine." Truth be told, he wasn't looking for a relationship either, but he was rather intrigued to see what a human was like in berth. 

The trip to Sunsteaker's website is a decent one but now that they are in there they look around admiring the different decorations, paints and detail supplies he had around.

A smug smile crosses his faceplate. "Like what you see?" he purrs, leaning down until his face is mere inches from theirs. "I take great pride in my collection. Only the finest."

They look over the many different paints and rims. The only way they could really describe it was like walking into a hat and shoe collectors house. "Woah fancy paints you have, never seen you in anything but the gold yellow" they hum while walking around. Sunstreaker chuckles slowly as the Ambassador examines his collection of paints and detailing supplies. "They are my pride and joy," he says, optics glittering with undisguised delight. "You'd be surprised how much work goes into maintaining my finish." 

He watches them with rapt attention as they wander, taking in the array of exotic pigments and high-grade polishes. A pleased rumble escapes his vocalizer when they compliment his prized finishes. But then, with a playful flick of his wrist, he sends a plush detailing cloth sailing toward the Ambassador. They yelp in surprise, and Sunstreaker can't help but burst into raucous laughter at their reaction.

"What, did you think I'd let you admire my collection without getting your hands dirty?" he teases, stalking closer. "This frame doesn't clean and polish itself, you know." he looms over them, one digit tracing the curve of their jaw. 

"I do so enjoy a little...hands-on assistance," he murmurs, voice dropping to a low purr. They just stare at him for a moment. "You... you brought be back here to be your personal polisher didn't you, I can't believe I got swindled like this, and here I thought you were looking for something else" it's a playful huff and teasing.

But the glint in his optics and the sly quirk of his lip plates give away his true amusement. He leans down until their faces are mere inches apart, " no, my dear Ambassador, I had quite a different sort of hands-on activity in mind." His voice drops to a sultry purr. 

Bringing them up to his chestplate, he rumbles, "There, that's much better." His field practically crackles with smug satisfaction as he gazes down at them, azure optics burning with unveiled desire. "Now then, let's see what those nimble little fingers of yours can do," he murmurs. One thumb gently strokes along their side in a teasing caress.

 "I have a few...sensitive spots that could use your attention." 

"Oh do you now?" They chuckle while sitting down on his plating. Discarding their uniform top as they grab the polish and cloth. One hand pressed to his chassis as they give him a playful yet seductive look. Fingers trailing down the ridges and edges before they throw the polish cloth at his face with a laugh. 

Sunstreaker lets out an indignant squawk as the polish cloth hits him square in the faceplate. His optics widened in shock, field flaring with offence. "Why, you cheeky little--!" he sputters, swiping the cloth away. But despite his outrage, a frown tugs at the corners of his lip plates. 

"Oh, you're going to pay for that one," he growls playfully, optics glinting with mischief. Careful not to jostle the Ambassador, he shifts his weight, feinting as if to make a grab for them. "I'll have you know I don't take kindly to such flagrant disrespect of my finish," he huffs, trying and failing to keep a stern expression.

Sunstreaker may be vain, but he's not above a bit of playful back-and-forth. He settles back, They settle back down on his plating, relaxing into his servos. The cold metal trails up their sides, a slight shiver running down their spine as he drags his digits over their body admiring how different human physiology is to his. He could see why the rest of the crew were so taken by the ambassador.

"Fascinating," he murmurs, digits ghosting reverently over their skin. He can't help but marvel at the sheer softness and pliability of their form, so different from his own rigid, metallic plating. "You know," he purrs, voice dropping to a low, sultry rumble, "the rest of the crew really has excellent taste." One thumb brushes teasingly across their jaw. "I can certainly see the appeal..."

His free servo comes up, fingers lightly caressing their chest in gentle, exploring sweeps. Sunstreaker is utterly captivated, his focus zeroed in solely on them. "Christ Sunny, you just interested in teasing me, with how thirsty you bots are online I was expecting you to be a bit more handsy" they tease.

Sunstreaker chuckles lowly. "Thirsty, you say?" he rumbles, optics glittering with mischief. "In fact," he purrs, leaning in until his breath ghosts across their skin, "I'd say I'm positively famished." His grip tightened.

They let him remove the shirt, digits caressing their skin as he trails further down their body. Sunstreaker savours the soft moans that escape the Ambassador's lips, his own vocalizer rumbling in response. He trails feather-light kisses along their skin, his glossa darting out to taste the subtle nuances of their unique scent and texture. 

They hear the hissing and clicking of his plating moving, shooting a look over their shoulder. Their eyes go wide when they see his spike. "Holy shit, Sunstreaker, there is no way that will fit in me at all!" They stutter out. 

Sunstreaker sulks, a frown falling across his faceplate. "My mods aren't that bad. don't you worry your pretty little head about that, Ambassador," he sits up ,moving the, to the berth as he stands up and moves over to storage cubes.

"You're welcome to look through the options, if you'd like," watching as he pulls out different mods for them to look at. "Umm do you have anything smaller?" Sunstreaker huffs. "Smaller?" he rumbles, "I'll have you know, Ambassador, that nothing about me is 'small'."

He rummages through the storage cube, plucking out a few choice attachments with a flourish. "But fortunately for you, I do believe I have a few. more modest options in here somewhere."

 "Let's see now..." he muses, "where did I put that petite little number?" A groan escapes his vocalizer. "Ah, here we are!" Sunstreaker presents the selected attachment. "I think you'll find this one much more manageable," he quips. 

They watch as he brings out the smaller spike, this one looked like it wouldn't impale them, it's a ‘small’ silver attachment with little details etched into the metal along with little balls along the length of it. "That one looks better in size, but umm. How exactly do you.." they trail off. Eyes flicking from the small spike in his servo and the large one between his thighs.

"How do I...?" he prompts, one optic ridge arching upward in a blatant display of smugness. He tsks, shaking his head in mock-pity. "Allow me to demonstrate."

With an exaggerated flourish, he swaps out the sizable spike for the more modest attachment, the change accompanied by a series of slick, metallic clicks and whirs. 

"There, you see?" he purrs, flexing his hips to show off the new addition. "Perfectly...proportional." 

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[mariacrow]

How about a (bayverse)transformers x reader that is from our universe? Like we somehow got into the movies which means we know everything, who dies,when they die, who to trust ect. so that would mean that we can save bots that are going to get killed yk?(jazz my baby🥺🥺) okay so if you have no clue how to write it, you dont have to!!!

I totally get you! It’s like an AU I have myself :) My brain simply CANNOT comprehend that they’re dead. What if, to add a little more spice, we’re actually a Witwicky or better yet Sam’s sibling! I’ll leave that to your imagination ;) and I know exactly how to write this piece ;)

AU where Jazz, Ironhide and Ratchet are saved by Y/N!

2nd person

female reader

takes place in Transformers (2007)

takes place in Transformers: Dark of the Moon (2011)

takes place in Transformers: Age of Extinction (2014)

battle, injuries, reassurance, swearing, flirting…

JAZZ lives!

“YOU WANT A PIECE OF ME!? YOU WANT A PIECE!?” blasting Megatron’s legs, Jazz was angrily shouting while you were watching, standing on top the same building Megatron was on along with Jazz in his claws.

“No! I want two!” Megatron yelled angrily.

“Hey! Hey big guy! Megs!” you yelled as loudly as you could so Megatron could hear you. Your plan was to distract him. “Megatron!!!”

Just when he was about to rip Jazz in two pieces, he turned around because he heard you. Jazz took that opportunity immediately and blasted him in the face. Megatron groaned in pain and irritation as his grip on Jazz went loose.

“You ain’t that smart after all, you pile of rust!” Jazz mocked him as he got out of his grasp and jumped towards you.

Megatron quickly turned around and aimed at you both while groaning in indescribable anger. Jazz grabbed you and jumped off the building while Megatron was trying to blast you both.

“Hold on tight, baby girl!” not the best time for flirting.

Jazz transformed into his BMW and secured you in the driver’s seat with a seatbelt, driving down the building, vertically.

“WOOOAH! JAZZ WATCH OOOUT!”

Inching from the ground, he partially transformed to safely push himself onto the ground. He did scratch his bumper though.

“Aw man! Not the bumper!”

He was speeding through the streets, drifting and sliding like the pro he is. You could barely comprehend what just happened.

“Quite of a bumpy ride, huh~?” he said kinda seductively.

“Jazz, you’re insane.” you said, chuckling.

“You saved my life out there, kid, you know that?”

“Hey, what are friends for?”

“Yeah.” he chuckled, “ “Friends~” “

🩶

IRONHIDE lives!

“For the sake of our survival, a deal had to be made… With Megatron.” Sentinel said as he repeated his gun.

Your eyes widened. Your heart skipped a beat as a heavy wave of adrenaline struck your body. The gun you were holding felt heavier than ever.

“IRONHIDE, WATCH OUT!!!” you shouted and started shooting at Sentinel’s face, aiming for his optics. You made him groan as his aim on Ironhide became wonky.

Ironhide turned around in time and got his weapons out. Sentinel managed to blast his arm off. It made Ironhide groan and lose balance, falling onto his knee as he was trying to shoot Sentinel with his other arm but the pain was keeping him away from being precise.

“NOOO!” you panicked because of Ironhide, seeing he’s badly injured.

“TRAITOROUS PUNK!” Ironhide cussed.

“GET BACK!!!” Lennox yelled.

Bumblebee reacted quickly, the fight was on. Sentinel managed to blast the base, sparkles and heat were all over the place, you could barely see anything. The sharp pieces of metal were flying everywhere which got you injured. Your arm was badly hurt which made you drop your gun and yelp.

Suddenly you could feel a huge, strong metal hand grab you and pull you back. Clinking of Ironhide’s transformation surrounded you and you soon found yourself inside of the black RAM.

He floored it along with Bee. You could hear him groan. His turning was wonky, he was barely driving.

“We need to find Ratchet, ASAP!”

“I don’t need no medic!” you could hear pain in his voice.

“Ironhide, it is not the time for your stubbornness! Please! That grandpa blasted your whole arm off!”

He angrily drifted into an alley and transformed back. You flew out and hit the ground as he slid down the wall, sitting down, holding his leaking shoulder.

You bravely got up and climbed on his leg, taking a better look at him.

“Ironhide, please…” you looked at him with pleading eyes, “This is serious and I don’t know how to fix it…”

Seeing you almost cry because of him made his spark ache. The fact you worry so much about him made it even harder for him to suppress his feelings…

“Fine… Call Ratchet…” he huffed, his ego kinda hurting.

And so you did. He was on his way. You were praying he arrives safely.

Ironhide picked you up and placed you on his other shoulder, gently keeping his servo around you. You smiled and leaned against his helm, giving him a hug. Funny how you both got your left arms injured. Twins!!!

“It’s gonna be alright… I promise…”

“Well I ain’t dying yet.” he chuckled through the pain, “I didn’t even get to take you out.”

He made you chuckle, “Well then. What are you doing tomorrow?”

You both had a good laugh as Ratchet’s sirens were approaching.

Ironhide was saved.

🩶

RATCHET lives!

Ratchet and you were hiding on that abandoned boat for a long time. It was quite difficult for survival but you had him and he had you. He has great survival skills, he taught you a lot.

The night they went hunting for you both almost meant the end. Thankfully you were there with him to react on time. You weren’t sleeping, you were guarding the hiding spot.

It was a peaceful night with a clear sky. You furrowed you eyebrows once the silence was ruined by helicopters in the distance. They were getting closer, you saw them as well as bunch of cars on the dirt road. Your eyes widened as you ran to Ratchet.

“Ratchet! Ratchet, wake up! We need to go, now! They’re coming for us!!”

“Are you sure, Y/N?”

“Yes! I saw them in the distance! Come on, hurry!” you said while quickly packing everything you had, picking up your bag and running out with him. He had a bad feeling about this but he trusted you nonetheless.

The boat got blasted from far away, you didn’t even see who did it. All you knew is that it made you jump off the boat. Ratchet grabbed you mid air and transformed into the ambulance vehicle. You found yourself tumbling inside as he got onto the ground and floored it.

Someone kept blasting you from far away. It was Lockdown tracking you but you had no clue.

“Someone is tracking us! We need to lose them!”

“I know where to go. I suggest you hold on tight! Safety first!” he’s so wholesome.

Suddenly, Ratchet’s tire got blasted. Both of you almost went flying.

“Primus!” Ratchet exclaimed and groaned.

“WOAH!” you bounced inside, securing yourself with a seatbelt, “Your tire is gone!”

Nevertheless, he kept driving with no back tire. You kept being chased by enormously strong blasts until you lost whoever was trying to kill you.

“Whatever was trying to kill us… it isn’t human. I don’t think we have such artillery… and it wasn’t coming from the sky for sure.”

“Humans have made an alliance with the Deceptacons. They won’t stop until they butcher us all!” he said with emotional pain in his voice while driving deep into the countryside, going for an abandoned junkyard.

You sat there, resting. Ratchet seemed hopeless until he spoke.

“Optimus will come back. I know he will. All of this isn’t for nothing…”

You looked up at him and smiled, standing up.

“I’ll go find a spare tire.”

You made him smile, “Thank you. You’re a sweetheart…”

That night you saved the medic’s life without even knowing how butchered he could’ve been by Savoy, Lockdown and KSI…

Dividers belong to @saradika 🩶

[cozzzynook]

TFP Shockop Angst Anon back with more angst.

It has been a few months since Optimus find out he was sparked with twins. Despite Rachet's reassurance that he will keep the truth about the Sire a secret and that he had everything prepared it did so little to calm Optimus nerves. With a heavy sigh the Prime quietly walked down the hallway lost in thought about what he was going to do and what he was going to say to everyone when he can no longer hide his carrying or his sparklings. Carefully placing a servo over his chest he let out a gentle hum he could faintly feel his bitties sparks beat in sync with his own. He gave a small smile before placing the servo on his tanks the bump was small meaning hiding it was easy but he knew with time it would be a lot bigger at the protoforms develop.

"Oh! Optimus!" A familiar voice called out making the Prime turn around with a smile "Greetings Prowl how was the scouting mission with Jazz and Ironhide?" Optimus slowed his stride allowing the police mech catch up who was carrying a stack of data pads likely on his way to his office. "It was fine, however Jazz got his pede tangled in some lose wires and ended up spraining his ankle." Prowl gave a tired sigh but he had a small smile on his face. Optimus gave a low hum giving his own smile "Glad to see everything is fine and I wish Jazz a quick recovery, I know how much you two care for each other" Prowl's door wings gave a quick flutter as the police mech lowered his gaze hiding the slight flush on his face before gazing back up at Optimus. "If I may ask sir, are you doing well?" The police bot's visor dimmed in concern "You seem to be in pain..."

Prowl was in in fact right, ever since they started talking Optimus has felt a sickly burning in both his spark and tanks that grew more intense with each passing moment. With a slight wince he braced himself agents the wall with a servo shocking Prowl who was already rushing to his side helping the Prime to stay steady. "I-I might need to see Ratchet...something is wrong" He let out a hiss as pain suddenly shot through his spine and into his tanks making the larger mech shake as he struggled to remain standing. "Right, On it..." Prowl had already pulled out his Comm link and judging by the sudden yelling on Ratchet's side it seemed it will only be a few minutes before the medic arrived. Meanwhile Optimus shut his optics as another wave of pain washed through his frame, He also prayed that it was just a old wound acting up again and not something happing to his sparklings.

Couple hours passed and Prowl was still guarding the Med-Bay due to ratchet's orders, thankfully Jazz had hobbled out of his hab to join up with the police bot despite Prowl telling him he should be resting. "So, what happened...you said he suddenly looked pale then...collapsed?" The black and white mech looked at the police bot while carefully leaning on the wall not putting any weight on his wounded ankle. Prowl let out a sigh flicking his door wings anxiously "Yes, we where just talking about the scouting mission then...Prime was bracing himself on the wall holding his chest where his spark was." The police bot then turned looking at Jazz with a worried look "You don't think The Matrix is rejecting him or..." Prowl lowered his helm as Jazz carefully placed a servo on his partners shoulder "Nah, I don't think so Prowler otherwise Optimus would be his old self. Besides I know Prime is a lot stronger than we give him credit for" Jazz gave a warm smile trying to comfort his partner, Prowl gave a small smile before placing a servo on Jazz's servo. "I know...I'm just worried about-" Prowl suddenly stopped speaking when the sound of muffled crying came from the Med-Bay. The pair looked at each other with a shocked expression unsure what they were hearing was just a illusion or really happing. "Is that a sparkling crying or is my audials playing tricks on me?"

Prowl suddenly whipped around when the Med-bay doors opened allowing a less grumpy Ratchet to leave. "Alright you two, you can go back to your habs now, and Jazz don't think I won't be keeping an optic on you" Jazz gave a nod but crossed his arms still having a confused look, Prowl wasn't any better the police bot looked like he had a thousand questions to ask all at once. "Wait, wait Ratchet what happened? What's going on? Is Optimus alright? We swear we heard a sparkling or two" Ratchet gave a grumble quickly scanning the hallway outside his bay for any spying bots before answering the police bot's burning questions. "Yes that was a sparkling you heard twins exactly. And yes Optimus was sparked but he is fine...the sparklings decided to arrive much earlier than they were supposed too. As for now don't tell anyone Optimus doesn't want to cause panic while he recovers." Prowl let out a sigh seemly thankful that his worries were for nothing. "Understood Doc bot, we'll keep our intakes shut. Oh and tell Optimus me and Prowler send our get well wishes for him and his bitties" Jazz had a wide smile who was already dragging Prowl away from his guard post and down towards the hall likely on their way to his hab. Once they were out of sight Ratchet re-entered the Med-Bay with a sigh as he went to check on Optimus and the sparklings.

Optimus was laying on med berth with a sombre look on his face. Carefully he turned his gaze to look at the now two tiny sparklings that lay sleeping in a medical cradle with small wires carefully attached to their sparks. Despite their plating still being light grey hints of colour have started forming giving them a splotchy look. Optimus gave a smile as he carefully placed his servo on the glass of the cradle imagining the day he would be able to hold them in his arms when they are big enough. "How are you feeling Optimus?" Ratchet spoke quietly trying not to wake up the bitties from their nap. "Tired and a little sore, other than that I'm fine old friend..." The Prime turned to give the medic a smile before gazing back at his sparklings. Ratchet gave a low hum in agreement before pulling out a data pad and reading through it it quickly "Well the test results look promising, despite being early and small I see no complications with the sparklings. Hopefully in a few weeks to a month they can leave the Med-bay and start living as normal bitties." Ratchet placed his data pad back onto his desk before turning to look at Optimus "Oh and Jazz and Prowl send their wishes...they also promised not to tell anyone else until you're ready " Optimus let out a sigh thankful that his bitties would be okay and that there wouldn't be a mess to clean up while he recovers. "I...just wish their Sire was here to meet them...it just feels...wrong not telling him about them" Optimus lowered his gaze while Ratchet gave a low grumble seemly disapproving "Optimus, we both know the Shockwave you knew before and the Shockwave now are not the same mech...It would be pointless to try and inform him that he Sired sparklings, let alone risky" The red and blue mech lowered his helm while his finnals drooped as his sparked beat painfully. "I Know, a part of me just wishes things were different" He let out another sigh before he laying back on the berth still unable to look Ratchet in the optic. The medic gave a low grumble glancing between the new carrier and the sparklings, suddenly an idea popped into his helm hoping it would lighten the mood a little. "Well, what are you going to name the little troublemakers?" Ratchet gave a playful smirk "If they are anything like you we are going to have our servos full" Optimus gave a soft chuckle before pausing to think for a long moment. "Hmm...what do you think about Cliffjumper and Bumblebee?" Ratchet gave smile before answering "Naming them after your favourite heroes in those fantasy novels you like to read I see?" Optimus gave a bashful expression making Ratchet let out a quiet laugh "I think they suit them just fine"

(I want to give a bit of a hurt/comfort vibe at the end. Hope you enjoyed :> )

Oh my gosh i am in love

[jazz-miester]

Nsfw One-shot with Bayverse!Optimus, please;)

BtwI’m OBSESSED with your works. I LOVE EM.

I Have Found My Peace In You

Paring: Bayverse Optimus x Reader

Reader type: Gender Nuetral Bot

Song: Would that I- Hozier

Warnings: Smut lol

An: Oh hell yes. Fukin love bayverse Optimus my dude. And i'm glad you like my stuff so much! It means a lot that ya like it lol.

(Also I just did my nails and holy fuck is it hard to type in them. Rip.)

You felt more than saw Optimus come up behind you.His servos settling on your hips before sliding up and over your stomach plating. His helm fell in the crook of your shoulder and neck. His lips pressed to the cabling there. A warm huff of air had you shivering as a smile curved your lips.

"And what are you up to?" Optimus was in a meeting the last time you checked. Something about Autobot and Human alliances that would greatly improve upon the scarce supplies you all had.

You lent back against his chassis as your fingers hovered above the keyboard you were previously engaged with.

"Is it a crime for me to see my Conjunx?" Optimus spoke into your neck. You caught sight of his optics in the reflection of the holo screen. The look of them sent a shiver down your back struts. Often that look was accompanied with your thighs on either side of his helm.

"It is when you are giving me such a look." You could feel him smile. His helm dipping down before nipping at your neck. You yelped and jumped as he soothed it with another kiss. You laughed as smacked at one of his arms wrapped around your waist.

Optimus's response was a laugh of his own and to squeeze your briefly. The sound of it had your spark fluttering. So rare a sound it was anymore. It was pleasant when he did. You couldn't help but wonder what had him in such a light mood.

"Truly, it is your fault. How could I handle myself." He paused pressing yet another kiss to to your neck. "When you are looking the way your are." Optimus couldn't help but find you to be nothing short of divine. The suns low light highlighted all his favorite parts of you. Coupled with the fact that this meeting had actually went well for once. Optimus found himself craving you.

His helm rose digits capturing your chin to turn you towards him. Optimus pressed a chaste kiss to your lips. He took a moment to take all of you in. Optics following the lines and curves of your faceplates. Then there was a tug at your bond. Full of want and desire. Warmth and love. Letting you know just how much he loved you in that moment. The here and the now in between the quiet lull of the war.

"Optimus. I do have reports to finish." They really were not important. You just wanted to tease. You were swiftly turned before your digits could touch the keyboard. The small of your back pressed against it as Optimus leaned forward towards you. You could hear the holo screen going wild until Optimus reached behind you and turned it off.

"The reports can wait." He pressed a kiss to your jaw. One servo traveling over your hip and up your waist.

"Do you really think Ratchet or Lennox would be ok with that?" Optimus huffed an pressed his helm against yours.

"I am the Prime. They can come to me if there is such an issue with it." With a laugh you pulled him in for another kiss. Arms moving to wrap around his neck as he lifted you up by your thighs before resting you on the keyboard.

Foolish decision really. But with him kissing along your neck like this? You were able to discard any real hard feelings about it.

"Oh for the love of Primus. Get a room you two!" Optimus turned to reveal and angry-ish Ratchet. The old war medic was shaking his helm and wagging a digit. Reminding you of one of the old ladies on the rom coms that Bumblebee liked to watch time to time.

"We are in a room old friend. Unless you intend to watch I suggest you leave." You barked out a laugh and smacked his chest with your servo.

"Optimus Prime don't you dare!" You could hear Ironhide laughing while he left just ask quickly as he came pulling a peeved looking Mudflap along with him.

"Absolutely not! I will not have you getting transfluids all over my equipment! Out! The both of you!" Laughing the entire time Optimus pulled you away from the keyboard and holo screen and down the hall. Leaving as you heard Ratchet mumbling about. "A Prime" And "To old to be acting like a couple of younglings freshly bonded."

The short trip down the hall and to the Autobots barracks seemed longer than usual. Then again you were very preoccupied with you lips against Optimus's neck cablings. You could feel his growing heat and hear the hushed growling in his throat.

There was a bond feedback as you felt just how much you were effecting him and honestly you didn't find yourself caring. Instead continuing on with what you were doing with and added roll of your hips against his,

He really did growl then as the door to your habsuit was thrown open. The door all but slammed closed behind the both of you.

You were laid down on the berth with a bit more care and a lot more gently. Optimus hovered above you. His optics cycling as the want went through him.

"Do you realize what you do to me My Spark?" His arms were braced on either side of you. His knees pressed to the berth on either side of your hips. "Truly, you drive me to insanity." His lips found yours. Drawing you close to him. His sweetened breath on yours as his servo came to cradle your face plates before he pulled away. His thumb brushing against your cheek.

"Oh? And you think i'm the unaffected party here?" You turned and pressed a kiss to the palm of his servo. "Really, you've been neglecting me. Being gone for so long." You looked up at him with lidded optics. "You come. Command your troops with that voice of yours and i'm supposed to pretend that i'm ok? It's torture really. I'd imagine it's in that geneva conventions that the humans have."

Optimus laughed. His servo moving away from your jaw to play at the seems on your chassis. "Oh I've been neglecting you now?" His frame moved languidly downwards. Leaving a trail of kisses while he moved before settling between your spread thighs. "Please, allow me to rectify it."

"Mmm. No." Optimus's optics went wide.

"No?" He hummed. "Even if I do this?" His lips pressed against your thighs. To the spot just above your modesty plating. A free servo traveling to the edge of your chassis. Playing at the seems that would lead to your spark chamber.

A surge of pleasure ran through your energy field. The bastard.

Your hips rolled of their own record as he did it again and again. Switching between moving slowly. Smoothly. Like the waves on a calm ocean. Before switching it to a rapid movement. Sure and firm.

Optimus pressed a kiss to your now heated plating. "May I?" He asked. His voice low and hoarse. "Please?" He gave you that same look he had earlier. A soft want pulled at your spark.

You knew that you could end this here. Have everything come to a stop. But then there was the needing. The craving of your conjunx that you have spent to little time with him as of late. Cybertronians are long lived, not immortal.

You let your plating fall back. Both your spike and valve open to the cool air of your habsuit.

Optimus took his sweet time. Trailing kisses to every but the place you craved it most. One servo gently wrapped around your spike as he slowly moved his servo up and down. Taking his time to gather the fluid leaking from its tip before dragging it back down.

Finally. Finally he moved to your valve. Dragging his glossa between your folds before wrapping his lips around your node. He did this again and again as he slowly stroked your spike.

Your hips moved as he did this. Optimus humming as he looked up at you. Watching as you came undone before him. You babbled after a bit. Telling him how much you loved him. Just how good he was and "Oh right there. Please. Frag please don't stop." He hummed again his his digits curled within in you. His mouth now swallowing your spike instead as he pumped his digits in and out of you.

"Optimus.Im. Fraggit." You voice was breathless. Optimus's free servo grabbed one of yours. Settling your joined servos on your stomach as he moved his helm up and down. Optics not once leaving yours as you finally released. Helm thrown back as Optimus swallowed all you had to offer.

"Was that enough of an apology My Spark?" Optimus spoke as he moved upwards. You digits smeared at your own fluids on his face. Wet and shiny it was. The mech always made a mess despite all your complaints. Then again you ever really complained to much. You got to overload repeatedly after all.

"Maybe." You laughed and gave him a kiss. Tasting yourself on his lips as you did so.

"Oh? And what else could you want?" His lips found yours against and again. Your digits dug at every exposed seem of his you could find. Tweaking and pulling at cables and wiring that sent shivers down the Primes frame.

"Your spike. In me." You spoke it near his audial. His mouth once again finding your neck cabling. You hoped that there wouldn't be any bruising. Not wanting to endure the teasing you would sure get from Ironhide and Sideswipe after wards. But after the stunt the two of you pulled in the command center of all places it was sure to happen anyways.

"As My Spark wishes." Optimus pulled himself upwards. Pulling your legs around his hips as he drew you in close. For a brief moment the two of you fumbled with pillows and blankets to place beneath your hips.

His own plating fell back after that. His spike springing out from its housing and bobbing briefly from the force of it.

Optimus moved his spike against your valve. The tip of it brushing against your node had your thighs shivering. Your valve gripping at nothing as you waited for him to finally push into you. You would have began cursing the Prime for not moving sooner until he finally did just that.

He moved slowly. Tourturessly into you. Inch by inch as your valve swallowed him greedily. Optimus paused for a moment when he was full into you. His frame bowed over you. His mouth slightly opened as he cycle cooled air into himself.

Optimus muttered a few curses as he rolled his hips. Dragging his spike against the nodes within you. He did it again and again before pulling out as sliding back within.

He picked up a steady rhythm then. A steady push and pull of his hips.

"Look at you." He muttered. "Taking my spike so well." His vocalizer spat static. His venting just as eratic as yours. "You are doing so good My Spark. Taking me just like that. You feel so good around me." His helm pressed against yours.

"Open your optics." You hadn't noticed that you ever closed this. Enveloped in the pleasure he was bringing out of you. "Open your optics. I want to see you overload. I want you to see what you are doing to your Prime."

He was absolutely undone before you. The crackling charge of your fields in the air. Optimus's optics were blown wide and utterly entranced with your own.

"That's it. That's my good spark. That's it." Optimus rumbled out. His frame shaking from the way he spoke it.

You could feel the growing pleasure coil within you. Winding tighter and tighter with the drag of his hips. Optimus uttered a curse. Then another as his digits found your node. Winding quick tight circles around it until that coil snapped. Broke. Your release followed by his.

He spoke your name. Uttered it like a prayer as your highs came down. Again and again as he kissed along your jaw. His hips pulling away from yours as he fell to your side.

Optimus drew you close to him. Curling his frame around yours.

The two of you laid on your sides facing each other. One of your arms was looped around his. Your other servo cradled his face as he did yours. His other arm was your pillow. Your leg were entwined together as you basked in each others presence.

The two of you said little. As it wasn't needed in the moment. You had almost fallen into recharge if it wasn't for Optimus speaking.

"I am sorry. For not being around more." You could hear the remorse in his voice. You optics opened. Your spark sank and you could feel him on the other side of the bond.

Guilt.

"You are around plenty. Optimus. There is no need to apologize." You pulled him close. Letting him rest his helm against your chassis.

"Still." You stopped him before he could finish.

"Speak on it no longer my Prime. You are here now. And I cherish the time I have with you. It is the effort that you make that brings me peace. Now quiet. Rest. And let me love you." With that Optimus sighed. Wrapped his arms around you and held you close. Basking in the glow of the one his spark was closest to.

[my-head-is-an-animal]

The Climb

Summary: You're a scientist, an engineer to be exact. Called to a meeting you had no real right to be at, Optimus Prime takes an exclusive interest in you, but you can't help but ask yourself at every turn, Why?

Rating: 18+ 🌹🩸🍆

Story Masterlist

Chapter 14

‘Optimus, I cannot recommend this.’ Ratchet shook his head. ‘You have not even repaired your own injuries and we have no idea what this will do to an organic.’

     ‘I am willing to take the risk.’ Optimus sat back defiantly.

     ‘Woah, hold on.’ Lennox caught their attention. ‘What are you talking about? What is Spark-sharing?’

     Ratchet and Optimus looked to each other. Ratchet folded his arms, unhappy with the situation.

     ‘I would give up a piece of my Spark to allow her to live.’ Optimus said to Lennox.

     ‘Wait, you could save her?’

     ‘Yes.’

     ‘We don’t know.’ Ratchet interrupted. ‘Major Lennox, this procedure is dangerous for healthy Autobots, but to transfer into a human… we have no idea if it will work or if Optimus would survive. We could lose both of them.’

     Lennox nodded, looking up at the Autobot leader. He had a look of realisation in his eye. ‘How does it work?’

     ‘A small piece of my Spark would be removed,’ Optimus explained. ‘And placed inside Jane’s body.’

     ‘It could destroy her.’ Ratchet again cut in.

     ‘If the piece is small enough and started with their machines, it will adapt and learn how to help her.’ Optimus growled. Ratchet seemed to still for a moment.

     ‘Wait, could that work?’ Ironhide stepped forward, realising that Ratchet’s arguments may have been flawed.

     Ratchet thought for a moment, before sighing, deflated.

     ‘The theory is solid.’ He admitted. ‘Once the Spark is removed, it would die, but it could be restarted again with a small amount of charge. Your machines are calibrated to the exact requirements of a human heart, it would be enough to revive the Spark and teach it to only give what is needed. But this is still dangerous, Optimus.’

     ‘I have already said, I am willing to take the risk.’

     Everyone turned to Ratchet, it technically wasn’t his choice, but he was the only one who could pull it off.

     He sighed once again. ‘Fine.’

     Ironhide immediately transformed and Lennox, along with the doctors, loaded up Jane’s body carefully. Ratchet helped Optimus to his feet, and they made their way back to the nearest base. Time wouldn’t be on their side, the longer she was gone, the less likely she was to come back.

     Ratchet did what he could to prepare Optimus for the procedure, opening his chest and getting the doctors to measure out the size of Jane’s chest cavity. The piece taken from Optimus would be tiny and he worried that it would be far too small to actually help her.

     They made it to the base and the operating room had already been prepared by the medical staff there. Jane was being loaded inside and Optimus was being brought close to her.

     ‘I will need help restraining you.’ Ratchet said, preparing his own equipment. ‘This will not be pleasant.’

     Ironhide, Hound, Drift and Bumblebee all held their leader down as Ratchet brought out his tools to cut away the piece of Spark needed for Jane.

     Optimus did his best, but he had never felt agony like this before. His friends held his strong body as best they could, he almost broke free, but some of the remaining Autobots jumped on to help keep him as still as possible. Death would have been kinder but at no point did he regret his actions, if it saved Jane then it would be worth it. But his whole body felt like it was melting and burning, like a hole was being slowly created inside him.

     Ratchet finally managed to pull put the tiniest piece of his Spark, he couldn’t believe such a tiny thing had caused him so much agony.

     Optimus turned his head to see Ratchet reaching inside the operating room, handing the Spark to the doctors who had already removed Jane’s own organic heart. If this didn’t work, she truly would be gone.

     It was too much for him to think about, Optimus leaned back and allowed his body to rest, he needed to repair, and he hoped that when his eyes opened, Jane would be with him.

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Lennox had never heard anything like it, Optimus Prime screaming for his life. It almost made him want to step forward to stop the procedure, tell them that Jane wouldn’t want this if it caused him such pain. But it wasn’t his choice.

     Ratchet had guided the medical staff through what would normally happen when transferring the Spark to another Autobot, they were able to figure out how to place it inside Jane and encourage it to join with her organic form.

     In truth, Lennox didn’t believe anyone had any idea of what the consequences of this decision would be. He didn’t even know how confident Ratchet was that this would work, but if there was a chance that Harding could survive, it was worth taking.

     The doctors did what they could and restarted the Spark with the defibrillator, calibrated specifically to the exact charge needed to sustain human life. He wasn’t sure what else could be done.

     Finally, the procedure was over. Optimus was resting and repairing, and Jane was being monitored heavily by almost every doctor on base. Everything was telling them that her body was functioning, blood was pumping, she was breathing again, but there was no heartbeat as such. Rather there was a small, soft pulsing that came from the Spark itself.

     Ratchet was happy enough that it worked, but Jane had yet to wake up. After two days, her condition hadn’t changed.

     ‘Her mission was successful.’ Colonel Morshower said over the video feed. ‘The alien ship is gone, and we’ve been informed it is leaving our solar system.’

     ‘Yes, sir.’ Lennox nodded, still slightly distracted.

     ‘Something you wanna say, son?’

     Lennox gave a brief smile. ‘Not really, sir.’ He admitted, making the Colonel chuckle. ‘What happens if Smith finds out about the Spark-sharing?’

     ‘I don’t think that’s a question of if, but when.’ Morshower leaned forward. ‘The argument will be that the Autobots have shared their technology. Now I know that these were exceptional circumstances, but that is how it will be viewed. You need to be prepared for that, so does Harding and Optimus.’

     Lennox nodded in understanding.

    ‘While I have no idea what will actually happen when Smith finds out, I’m sure you can make an educated guess.’ Morshower warned, much more seriously. ‘I’ll admit, part of me hopes Harding doesn’t wake up. If she does, nothing will be easy.’

     ‘Yes, sir.’ Lennox agreed and finished giving his report on everything that happened.

     In the back of his mind, he couldn’t help but remember the way Optimus had looked at Harding when her body was given over to the doctors. He cared for her a lot. Maybe too much.

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Hello again! Second request, I do hope I am not bothering you! I was wondering about a Bayverse A.U. where original events do occur but all is better and no one dies- (Maybe with extra characters like the twins and others) I was suggesting perhaps the reader (maybe female preferably), an agent if you will, is shy in a way, but is very sweet and charming to those around them. Maybe if O.P. is quite interested in how the reader makes him feel happy and do you know the song "Cloud 9" by Beach Bunny?- "But when she loves me, I feel like I'm floating When she calls me pretty, I feel like somebody"

What if the reader calls him that and speaks to him in a gentle way when they first meet and everyone else on the team is shocked with the way they became friends and how they treat one another. Bonus with their reactions and Ratchet being too old for this shit!

Bayverse Optimus Prime Fluff X Shy! Sweet! F! Reader

Hope this is okay! If either story wasn't what you wanted let me know and I can rewrite them! <3

While you wanted to be in the military to help others, you were never too good at the physical aspect. However the military did see your high test scores and strategic intelligence, so they still brought you in. Eventually, after a few years of hard work, you were assigned to work with the Autobots.

When you were first introduced to them, you were a little shy but smiled up at them and introduced yourself. When Optimus greeted you, you couldn’t help but say “Nice to meet you beach bunny!” 

Your face lit a bright red as you realized what you said. The room got really quiet as everyone stared at you- which only made your embarrassment worse. You wished you could implode on yourself, before Jazz slapped the Prime on the back harshly. “ Nice, beach bunny! You’ve gone and embarrassed the poor girl.” He leaned down to you and held a digit out for you to shake. “Hey lil’ lady, I'm Jazz” 

You took his digit and smiled. “Hi, it’s really nice to meet you!” 

Optimus took a que from Jazz and also held his digit out. “I am Optimus Prime, leader of the Autobots. It is good to meet you.”

You nervously shook his digit as well. “I look forward to working with you, sir.” You did your best to maintain your composure at being able to shake this handsome mech’s hand- er, digit. 

After a few weeks past, you began to get more comfortable around everyone in the base- especially Optimus. You had just become the base’s sweetheart that everyone got along with- even Galloway.

Optimus often invited you on long drives, where you both would listen to music and talk about what had bothered you that day. 

No one really expected you to become friends so quickly with the serious Prime- especially Ratchet, Ironhide, and Jazz, his oldest friends. They were all super glad that their leader had someone that he could really open up to. He often tried to hide his darker emotions- but now he’s super open about it with you.

It was clear as day to Ratchet what was happening when the Prime came to him for advice. Optimus told him that he had feelings he couldn’t pinpoint for you. Whenever he thought of you his spark would flutter and he felt as if he were floating. He told Ratchet that whenever you complimented him for being handsome, or for his intelligence he felt like they were the only two in the world. 

Ratchet shook his head with slight amusement. “You love her. Why are all the young bots these days so ignorant to their own emotions?

The terrible twins and all of the other trouble makers of the base are super happy you’re here too- you keep the Prime calm whenever they cause trouble, like breaking something really expensive. You always scold them but it’s in a much more gentle way. Everyone’s also pretty shocked that they listen to you. They try to be on their best behavior around you so you’re not disappointed in them. 

Bumblebee wasn’t too happy about you coming around the base at first. He sees Optimus as a guardian or father figure, so he sees you similar to how humans would see a new step-mother. Eventually he couldn’t resist your gentle charm and warmed up to you. You were a shoulder to cry on for him, and someone he could go to for advice when he was too nervous to go to Optimus.

All of the femme bots would pull you away every few weeks for a ‘girls night’ where they would interrogate you about how Optimus was to date. They always wanted to know how romantic he was, or how serious in the relationship he was. Every time you’d get a look of pure adoration on your face that they couldn’t help put coo over.

When Optimus was killed by Megatron, you felt something in you die. You couldn’t believe what had happened right in front of you and Sam. You felt like you were frozen in place. 

Sam had to pull you away to the safety of Bumblebee’s cab.

You all went on a mission to save Optimus, and you were guilty of punching Simmons in rage a few times. 

The entire time Optimus was in the allspark, he was thinking about you. How happy you made him. He never thought that he would fall for anyone, let alone a human- but there he was. He wished so badly to just hold you one last time, to tell you how much he loved you. 

When he was finally revived, you ran to him. You begged him not to fight Megatron, but he just kissed your head. “I’ll be alright, my dear.” 

Between sobs you got out “You better, my beach bunny.”

While Optimus fought Megatron, you were on his mind. He knew he needed to go back to you in one piece. When he finally won the battle, he went back to you and scooped you into his hands. 

You made him promise to never scare you like that again, you couldn’t take it. 

“I promise that if I can help it, then it will never happen again.”

You smiled up gently at him, making him fall for you all over again. “You better not, or we’ll have problems, beach bunny.”

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so how did all the couples from your au meet? Was it before or after the war had started?

OOOH YAY!! Be sure that I’ll probably be making some comics/ art based on these scenarios. But it the mean time I hope you like reading.

Oplita (before the war)

So Optimus and Elita met when he was Orion pax. She was from Caminis and was on cybertron for an extended stay. He is the adopted son of a higher up (alpha Tyrion.) it wasn’t long before the two were a couple and Ariel (at the time) made arrangements do to stay on cybertron. Though Orion wasn’t opposed to going to Caminus. But then Orion became a prime. In a short time he was forced to see and do things he didn’t want to. He was both forced and convinced that ghosting her was the best option. “You are a prime now and can’t associate your self with blahhdy blah blah.”

After that he refused to be with anyone else. Despite the senate trying to push it on to him. Twice.

During the war, Optimus met Elita again! He was very excited to rekindle their relationship, Elita however realizing this was Orion pax was pissed. Lucky tho, Elita is forgiving and still deeply loving. Tho she isn’t as talkative to him as she once was. And doesn’t trust him all the way. Optimus tho he doesn’t show it. He clings to her.

Wheeljack and scavenger (during the war)

Scavenger soon joining the autobots was understandably an outcast. He disliked just about everyone equally as much as everyone disliked him. He was assigned to work with Wheeljack in the lab. He kept to him self and mostly only talked to Wheeljack when he had too. Jacky however found him very attractive. He’d frequently give compliments or just stare at him. To Scavenger this turned from weird to annoying. He yell, snap and insult until he excepted this was his life now and it could be way worse. He didn’t humor Wheeljack at all but you have to get some social interaction somehow.

However one day Scavenger started feeling increasingly ill. He knew exactly what was happening to him. (Decepticons are forced to consume something called nuke very frequently to maintain a higher level of strength. Nuke is mixed in with all the energon decepticons consume. It’s a highly addictive substance, since Scavenger was once apart of devastator he had a higher dosage. But that also leads to withdrawals.)

It was getting worse before it would get any better. He didn’t trust other bots especially medics, so to him, thugging it our was the only option. On particularly hard day Scavenger was on his last nerve, he felt like he was going to be sick, pain up his spine and his vision was kinda funny. This day Wheeljack was way more annoying than usual. This of course was because Jacky could tell Scavenger was barely holding it together. Scavenger started to lose his temper. He started yelling at Wheeljack to gtfo, he stumble and fell backwards a little, Jacky put a hand on his back. Up until this point Wheeljack or anyone for that matter dared touched him. His instincts took over and he attacked Wheeljack. The whole ordeal lasted 2 seconds at most. Scavenger was shocked at what he had done to the only person who had ever been nice to him. He picked Jacky up who is still processing what just happened and took him to Ratchet. While Ratchet was fixing up Wheeljack and yelling at Scavenger, Wheeljack wasn’t mad at him, he actually forgave him. Scavenger wasn’t expecting to be forgiven, He was touched. Unfortunately the moment was ruined Scavenger throwing up all over the place, also placing him in the med bay.

Scavenger apologizes to him many times while they both stayed there, especially after the whole ordeal left Wheeljack with a nasty scar under his eye. They got closer and before Scavenger knew it he’s sharing a hab with him. He’ll deny that they are in a relationship when asked tho.

Ironhide and Chromia (before the war)

Ahhh, oldies being in love. ♥️ They both knew each other when they were both very young, Like when they were kids. They both were the same size at some point but Ironhide got wayy bigger then her, Chomia’s frame type was meant to get bigger too but she never did. Which made her kinda mad and something he took advantage of to mess with her. Throughout their lives it became more clear when they both stood in the eyes of Cybertron’s functionalism society. Ironhide was recruited to be the bodyguard to some high profile individuals while Chromia struggled. Ironhide became increasingly more protective of her, the smothering pissed her off a little and sometimes she really didn’t understand why he would act like that. Because to her she was doing just fine. Chop it up to her being dense too but despite the frequent bullying and threats thrown her way she wasn’t struggling.

But one day a group of construction bots acted on their treats. She was having non of it and put up a pretty good fight. Ultimately tho she lost. Chromia was able to make it back to their hab. When Ironhide found her, he was devastated. When she recovered Ironhide suggested they go to the make shift city call Junkton where they could be safe. Se wasn’t sure at first but ultimately agreed. But they’d never get the chance due to the war breaking out.

Kilomegs (during the war)

Megatron had spent the majority of his early leadership role alone. There were those he trusted like soundwave, Nightbird and a couple others who are loyal to him sure. But no one really close. After a brutal battle he got hurt badly. Normally he’d just patch himself up, he was an ex med student after all. But this time he would need actual medical attention, medical care he’d probably need to go under for. Megatron knew that it was the perfect opportunity for someone to kill him easy. Especially because their most talented medic Knockout is close with Starscream.

So he hid it to the best of his ability. Until it seemed like it would heal up enough for a medic to fix it without putting him under. Unfortunately tho he went into another battle with none other than Optimus Prime. This was the day Megatron got to find out Optimus can find weak points almost instantly… the hard way… Optimus drove a blade into Megatron injury. The Decepticons lost that battle and to them Megatron was showing blatant signs of weakness. A couples of Bots (Starscream.) tried their hand at taking him down after. It didn’t work of course but the relentless attacks could not go on. He decided he had to recover somewhere else.

Megatron said he was going to be over seeing a mining operation for an artifact or whatever. Really this was just an energon mining but they didn’t need to know that. Listen to Soundwave ok byyyeeee. At a first glance you could mistake Megatron as being a heavy weight miner. Just by the color and helmet, and also if you are an idiot. But everyone at the base knew who was and didn’t dare ask questions. Except one.

Megatron had them arranged a spot for him and it was by no means ideal, practically a hole in the wall with a tarp covering it. Megatron didn’t care tho, it was almost nostalgic to him. While he’s resting someone just walks right in and makes them self at home.

“Do you mind if I stay in here? I just need a brake for a bit.”

Megatron was shocked. I mean! You’d think they’d tell people not to come in here. He’s pretty sure he said he’d didn’t want to be messed with. But here’s this rando in his space. Megatron didn’t say anything but just stayed in his little corner seething. Telling himself if he felt better he’d make this bot regret being alive.

“Did you hear that someone from the decepticon high command was going to be here? I hope it’s for nothing serious.”

Megatron couldn’t believe this boy was trying to make small talk with him. He just wanted to go to sleep. He considered using the little energy he had left to throw this guy out, maybe it would make him sleep faster.

But out of nowhere Kiloton gives megs the cutest most wholesome smile. I mean he’s kinda cute… They got to hefty flirting talking and soon kilo hearing that he was Megatron, he took off. Out of embarrassment? fear? Who knows. Megatron was surprised to see Kiloton visit the next day. Kiloton and him got to actual talking, Megatron liked hearing about his views an aspirations, plans for after the war. Megatron noticed he was much more docile around this mech, letting him get away with much more than he would any other bot. They were both obviously very interested in each other but Megatron was still not completely trusting of him, being very careful not to spill too much about his feelings and most importantly his weakness.

Megatron started to notice he wasn’t getting any better. At this point he didn’t even want to look at the wound. Megs started feeling really bad and ended up passing out. Kiloton came to visit only to find Megatron on the floor not responding to anything. When Megatron woke up he was surprised to find Kiloton sharing energon from his own frame with Megatron. Kilo told him that he had found the wound and it was infected and he did his best to clean it. This was Megatron’s point of no return, being able to be venerable without them taking advantage of his weakened state meant more to him than he realized.

Once Megatron was healed up enough with Kilotons help, he felt good enough to return to base. But there was no way he was going to let this mech out of his grasp. They have been in contact until Megatron can make arrangements to bring him in the Nemesis.

There is one more relationship that I haven’t introduced yet. 🫣 involves Starscream. Kinda a rare pair. As in I’m pretty sure I’m the only one.

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I love royalty AUs so much. I love them, but I swear I feel like there isn’t enough of them for transformers. This is a sneak peek into it:

It was beyond difficult to hide the cold dread and rage that had been building over the past few days. Alpha Trion had won, after all these orbital cycles. He’d found a way to dispose of Orion without inciting questions or doubt. He could say it’s for the good of Iacon. He could call it divine will. He could claim a million other things and they would believable. How he had taken these absurd circumstances and twisted them in his favor was a horrid work of art.

Ratchet didn’t understand. How can someone do something so cruel to their own child? How does a parent sell their son to a ruthless mech like Megatron? He supposed it didn’t matter. They had failed. He had failed. Orion was going to be sent away to be a warlord’s toy, and there was nothing he could do about it.

He pinned a proud, golden brooch to the front of his cloak, carefully straightening it. “There,” he said. “What do you think?”

Orion tilted his head, admiring it in the mirror. “It looks like the Matrix,” he said, tracing over the smooth, simplified shape. “Wasn’t this carrier’s?”

Ratchet nodded. “It was. Now, it’s yours.”

“Are you sure it’s okay for me to wear this?”

“I’m sure,” Ratchet replied with a small, bitter-sweet smile. “She wanted to wait until the next Prime was named, but I think it’s important for you to have a piece of her today.”

His optics shone brighter for a moment, pressing a hand against the pin and tracing its shape again. Ratchet felt his chest tighten. Perhaps this was a bad idea after all, but Primus, he couldn’t let this be taken away from Orion.

“Thank you,” he murmured, a wide smile breaking over his face. “It means more than I can express.”

Ironhide appeared in the open doorway, wearing his full uniform— decorated in various statuses and awards. He rested a hand on the holster of his blaster. “Yer Highness? It’s time,” he said.

“Thank you, sir,” he responded. Orion’s servos twisted around themselves as he looked between Ratchet and him. “Um… I’ve just realized, there’s one more thing I need. I’ll be right there.”

“I’ll be outside,” the knight said with a brief bow.

“I wont be long,” Orion promised as Ironhide exited the room.

Ratchet opened his mouth to question what else he needed, but before he could ask, a pair of arms were thrown around him. His optics widened.

“Thank you,” Orion said softly. “For… For everything.”

Ratchet wrapped his arms around him, trying like the pit to hold himself together. He swallowed the hard lump in his throat as he pulled him closer into the embrace. He couldn’t imagine the consequences he would face if he were caught right now, touching Orion. A lowly indentured servant was a lowly indentured servant— even with a namesake like his. “A-Anytime.”

Slowly, Orion pulled away and stood up straight heading for the door.

“Orion?” Ratchet called out before he could stop himself.

“Yes?”

He bit his lip, cursing himself and his weakness. “You’ll make Iacon proud,” he said.

Orion gripped onto the door handle rightly, his audial finials twitching back. He chuckled. “I know I will,” he agreed, looking back at him with a smile. “You taught me how to.”

He sighed deeply as he disappeared down the hall, the door clicking shut.

In that moment, Ratchet’s spark had never burned with such rage and hatred before. It was unfair. Unfair was an understatement, but it was the only word he knew of that could describe even a small sliver of the injustice. Ironhide knew. So did Kup. He had told them, and they were all in agreement. Orion couldn’t know. It would shatter him. No, they couldn’t tell him. Not yet.

He ran a servo down his face, tears welling up in his optics. He had the urge to put his fist through the wall. That smile… Orion hadn’t smiled like that in a decacycle. He was the happiest he’d been in so long, and had no idea it wouldn’t last. He thought his sire’s intentions were genuine. He didn’t know the truth.

However selfish it was, Ratchet wished he hadn’t fostered such kindness in him. Such hope. Maybe it would have saved him from this pain…

He sat down heavily on the chaise and buried his face in his servos, a silent, shuddering sob escaping him. It was awful, pretending like he was happy for Orion, and feigning hope for him. Ratchet didn’t think it was right to keep him in the dark, but it was merciful. He cared for the young prince too much to let him experience this agony— this helplessness, just waiting to be sold to the mech who threatened to destroy their home. Ratchet didn’t want this dread and despair to torture him. It would only prolong his suffering. It would rob him of this fleeting moment in time where everything was okay. It would be cruel and pointless.

No one could save him from what was coming, but they could shield him. They could give him the one last comfort of blissful ignorance. It was a lie, a bitter one that tortured Ratchet, but it would grant Orion a handful of restful nights, and some time to be happy and hopeful.

Orion needed that. It was possible he’d never have it again.

[blade-liger-4ever]

RWBY X Transformers Partnerships 4: Ruby Rose and Smokescreen - Destiny's Children

"It's just so confusing. First I'm told I have this special power to incinerate Grimm with my eyeballs, then I find out it means I have a destiny to be some legendary warrior, and now I learn my uncle is my dad and my dad is my uncle, and I - I just don't know what to do, Smokescreen."

"I get it, Ruby. Really, I do. Look, last year, when Optimus and I were alone for a while, and it looked like he wasn't gonna make it, the Matrix...the Matrix chose me as his successor. It uh, is a divine power source that empowers a worthy Cybertronian with the power of all the Primes before him, and gives him access to the previous Primes for guidance and quick healing. Before that, I used to think - no, I knew - that there was something big and important in my future, but...I always felt it would be simpler, like becoming a famous general. But when the Matrix chooses you, either immediately or for the future, it's a permanent mark, even if someone else is ultimately chosen. So, whether I like it or not, whether I or anyone else thinks I'm worthy, I'm a designated candidate for my race's future."

"That...really IS scary. How - how do you DEAL with something like that?"

"Honestly? Think through your actions more carefully. Don't worry about how your deeds reflect on your image around others, but remember that whatever you do will shape your growth in your fate. You don't need to be rigid, or anxious, or let it all eat away at you. Just...take a step at a time, correct your footing when you stumble, and push on. It's all we can do."

"....You're smart, Smokescreen. Thanks. Um, I don't want to sound immature, or ungrateful, but...could we, talk about something else? Or find something else to do? Like, drive through Patch, or kill some Grimm?"

*laughs* "Don't worry, Ruby, we've got time before that responsibility is on our shoulders. Granted, I don't know how far away it is, but we have time to be kids. I say we make the most of it."

"Thanks, Smokey - um, is it okay if I call you that?"

"Sure, but since it's my nickname from my 'battle uncle' Wheeljack, can I call you 'Rubes'?"

*giggles* "Sure thing!"

"Then let's see what this island's like, Rubes!"

Smokescreen's no stranger to change, or rolling with life's punches when a sucker punch comes his way. After all, he'd gone from the thieves' den that was the Mithril Sea to the hardcore Elite Guard enlistment service without batting an optic. Moving to Iacon afterwards was a bit of a shock, but that was mostly because Smokescreen had only briefly seen the city before being overwhelmed by the sheer number of data-scrolls within the Hall of Records, which would have captivated his long-buried interest in reading if he weren't so impatient to play his part in the War. Landing on Earth was less of an event to process and more of a joyous delight, as not only did he get to meet his hero Optimus Prime and his team, but he also got to be on the planet that brimmed with light and color that Alpha Trion had spoiled him rotten with on stories from their time in the Hall.

Although his zeal was greater than his rationality at the time, Smokescreen absorbed everything he could about the planet and his new team. He learned human anatomy and fragility from a hovering Ratchet (who's ever-present wrench may have inspired his good retention on the subjects), the Earth's fauna and flora from Bumblebee, cycles and events from Sideswipe and Sunstreaker, an update of the war efforts from Ironhide, and Earth culture from Miko. To be quite honest, Smokescreen trailed after Optimus like a lost cyber-pup, soaking up his words and wisdom while memorizing his fighting techniques. Wheeljack, upon their first meeting, made quite the impression, even though he'd read every article and battle strategy of the Wreckers the moment Smokescreen had enlisted. Desperate to prove himself to Wheeljack (and impress "dad", as Miko had later referred to Optimus), Smokescreen emulated the Wrecker-scientist's tactics and guile while shadowing him at the base and on missions.

That ended preemptively after Smokescreen had tailed Wheeljack during the Wrecker's vendetta against the Constructicons, which resulted in Smokescreen narrowly avoiding death, Wheeljack's isolation to base after a HEAVY reprimanding from both Ratchet and Optimus, while Ironhide had taken him to the side while dragging the twins along with him. To his surprise, Smokescreen had only gotten a mild scolding from Ironhide (a noisy scolding - it WAS Ironhide, after all); once the bodyguard had finished, he'd told him to focus less on proving himself to others and more on bettering himself for himself. To that end, Ironhide tasked Sideswipe and Sunstreaker with his training and integration to both the team and Earth. Smokescreen was grateful for that, as it helped ground him and allowed him to shake off his starry-eyed imaginings that he'd brought with him to Earth - and in the process, gave him older brothers, something he never realized he'd wanted.

So those past experiences, coupled with downtime spent with Miko and her various manga, anime, and comic reading sessions, made adjusting to Remnant and the mutant-like humans a walk in the park for Smokescreen.

It surprised no one that Smokescreen could adapt as well as he did, and it was quite easy for him to do so himself. Smokescreen just heard one briefing on Aura, Semblances, Dust, Faunus, and the kingdoms before quickly categorizing it as, "a world populated by Marvel Comics' mutants, with a third of normal humans, mixed with a half-animal offshoot species, and stuffed into medieval fiefdoms spruced up with Ancient Cybertronian tech and all purpose rocks of concentrated element juice."

Although their new friends at the Xiao Long cabin gave him varying looks of utter bafflement, Miko's thumbs up, combined with Optimus' smile, Sideswipe's grin, Irohide's facepalm, and the rare image of Wheeljack's "I don't know how, but that made sense" expression (matched by his even rarer head scratching motion), satisfied Smokescreen's suspicions that he'd summed up the world in one sentence.

Hanging around the cabin, while uneventful, was a pleasant experience for Smokescreen. He got to know Tai, a retired Huntsman who gives him advice on improving his fighting style. The man is rather laid-back, and took his enthusiasm in stride. Although he can't yet see it, Yang is apparently a hard-hitting party girl, though from what he does see as she spends time with Ironhide and Sideswipe, Smokescreen could believe it. Neptune is like the best of both Sideswipe and Sunstreaker, if you asked him. The guy had Sunstreaker's knowledge of his good looks and versatility, but Sideswipe's easygoing personality and grit when the chips were down. Smokescreen liked hanging out with him, Yang, and Sideswipe when they had the time, though he often feels like a third wheel, and thus began checking in with the others more often.

Mercury is quiet and lax, though having grown up seeing 'Bots with that attitude, Smokescreen knew the older boy was an experienced fighter, and watching for the slightest hint of a threat. He respected that, though recalling what that type of hypervigiliance had done to the processors of his old contemporaries in the Mithril Sea, Smokescreen attempted to bond with him to help him "chill out" as Miko was fond of saying. However, whenever he reads his vitals and sees his heart rate picking up and a flash of annoyance hidden in his eyes, Smokescreen backs off and sees fit to distract Miko when she's eager for socializing once out of Ironhide's sight.

Qrow is an interesting fellow. He's got the same swagger and presence as Wheeljack, who he tends to hang around, and that makes it easy for Smokescreen to bond with him. Wheeljack gets a kick out of their interactions, and although the man's Semblance is apparently bad luck, he couldn't care any less, even if it causes a tree to fall on his foot. That seems to endear himself to Qrow, and judging by the looks he sometimes shoots the other humans, Smokescreen's willing to bet that the Huntsman is lonelier than he lets on.

It's Ruby he feels a connection with the most, though.

The girl wakes up and about draws a blank when she gets told about Beacon Academy's destruction and her powers, never mind learning about "alien robots". She's confused and scared, and that primarily drives her into the arms of Tai and Mercury (not necessarily in that order, he muses.) However, Smokescreen wants to know her more, and for that, he appoints himself as her liaison to the Autobots, telling her about the War and the factions, while also listening to her gush about weapons and explain some of the Dust she uses. Even though he knows when to leave her alone with Mercury, who he's become certain is her boyfriend, Smokescreen feels happy. She's a sweet kid, and they're so similar, it's no real difficulty for them to get along, especially given her father gets along with Wheeljack so much.

He's just as shocked as Wheeljack to learn that she was unaware of this familial fact.

Maybe he just wasn't around at the right times, but Smokescreen could have sworn on the All-Spark that every time she said "Dad", she'd meant Qrow. The deathly silence and betrayed look on her face broke his Spark, and somehow, he understood that she needed a friend. A friend who understood what it was like to have your identity crash and burn in front of you.

Although she took off at Warp Factor Ten, Smokescreen wasted no time transforming and driving after her. About a quarter of a mile away he realized he'd left Mercury in the dust, and though he felt bad about doing that to him, he knew he had to follow Ruby before she completely broke down.

He followed her trail to a cliff edge, where there also seemed to be a grave. Smokescreen rolled to a stop a short distance away, transformed, and gave her a few minutes to collect herself. When she had, Ruby still burst into tears. She ranted about it all - her Silver Eyes, the loss of her school, that her family had lied to her, and that now aliens were on her planet - it wasn't fair, they both knew that, but she still needed to release the thoughts and pain, and Smokescreen let her do that.

Once she finished and tried to get her sobbing under control, Smokescreen felt his optics drawn to the water. It wasn't the water that drew his attention, or the numerous other pieces of foliage and space he stared at that garnered his direction since events from a year ago. It was that they could be a fixed point of his thoughts and fears, and a location to let his mind wander into both the past and the future.

And so, he told her about how Optimus almost died that day.

As Ruby stared at him, listening in what he could only guess was morbid curiosity and shock, he told her how Optimus nearly died, and how the Matrix had chosen Smokescreen to be his successor. It didn't matter that he lived, or that Smokescreen, in all his years of daydreaming, had never once entertained the thought of Primacy, he was forever marked as a candidate. Even now, the raw terror that that had instilled in him - both Optimus' close call and being chosen as a future Prime - was a visceral feeling etched into his chassis. But even though Ruby was the first soul he ever told about the experience, Smokescreen felt a weight being lifted from his shoulders. And once he was done, he knew how to finish his speech:

"Just because you're destined for something bigger than you ever anticipated, doesn't mean you have to shoulder it alone. It doesn't mean you're alone anymore than when your family is someone you didn't expect. Qrow is your father, Optimus is my uncle, and we didn't expect that. And regardless of our heritage, we're chosen for something bigger than ourselves. But that doesn't have to define us, or drive us to walk alone. Sharing a burden, or a fear, or a dream - that's what's important. And who we share it with gives us strength, not isolation."

The silence after is heavy, but hopeful. And when she embraces him, Smokescreen knows he did the right thing.

Smokescreen and Ruby develop a bond much like the split-Spark Lambo brothers. They're always on the same wavelength, tuned into each other's emotional needs, and can warn the other of danger moments before disaster. They have differing fighting styles, but enough similarity that Smokescreen learns from her sharpshooting skills while Ruby picks up his adaptive close combat techniques. When not spending time with their friends and family, they can be found driving around together, killing Grimm, or chatting by the shoreline. Ruby only wants two specific people to be with her on the cliff edge where her mother is buried after their first heart-to-heart, and although it takes a while for Qrow to work up the courage to visit and spend time with his daughter and late wife, Smokescreen respects her wishes and has no problem letting Mercury and Qrow keep her company.

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Oh boy, I swear, I thought I'd have this out sooner. Man, when life kicks you in the teeth, it kicks hard!

Anyway, these two were a pair I had in mind ages ago. I love Smokescreen, and he's the only one who would understand how she'd feel (Hot Rod fans, do not interact; it will be a bloody fight we get into.) As for their team name, while I do hate that Arcee used it to pick on Smokescreen, "Destiny's Children" does fit them. They're both young, both destined for greatness that overwhelms them, but still push on in spite of those fears.

Well, that's all for now. Just pray I can keep this up, peeps. I didn't expect to be this far behind!

Be seeing y'all!

[eternalgoddessofart]

Chapter 4: No Sacrifice, No Victory Part 1

TW: Talks of Rape, violence, blood, death.

The night had passed as the dawn rose on the horizon. Rosalina was nuzzled into the seat, and though it didn't help, she tossed and turned the whole night. Her body was filled with worry for her brother, Mikaela, bee, and her parents. She was also worried for the new friends she made, the Autobots, mostly for a certain Autobot leader. From the short time they had spent together, she had grown a bond with him that she couldn't explain. It felt so right. It was the first thing in her life that just felt right. She always felt things were never right like she didn't belong in this normal life like Sam's or Mikaela's. But meeting Optimus made her life feel like it was starting to mean something. Like it was made to be a part of his and the Autobots.

"Kora, it's time to wake up." She hummed as she heard Optimus call her name softly. She felt the sun hitting her face as she slowly opened her eyes. She noticed that they were parked at the Griffith Observatory. "Do you mind climbing out, we need to check the glasses to see where the Cube is. Please." Optimus spoke softly as Kora looked at his Dashboard. She noticed his voice would always get a soft rumble to it that she enjoyed. That made her feel safe.

"Yeah, I'll get out, Optimus." With that, the door opened for her, and she hopped out. Getting a safe distance as she watched the other transform. "Please let this work." Optimus pleaded softly as he made sure to hold the glasses in his servos. Kora standing on the top of the stairs, watching them. "It will work it has to," Kora said as she could hear Jazz climbing onto the top of the observatory. "Fire it up, Optimus." Jazz spoke as Optimus shined a light through his Optics as a nap appeared on his ear, showing a glowing area where the cube was being held.

"The code on these glasses indicates that the cube is 230 miles from here," Optimus stated as Kora gave a small smile, knowing the mission would be complete soon. Would that mean...that they would leave Earth? That she would be left behind without the Autobots...without Optimus. It made her chest ache softly, but right now, the mission was what mattered, not her feelings.

"I sense the Decepticons are getting ready to mobilize," Ratchet explained. "They must know it's here as well," Ironhide stated as Kora looked up at the two bots, worried they could be right. "But what about Bumblebee? We can't just leave him to die and become some experiment for these humans. No offense, Kora." Jazz argued, not wanting to leave his comrade behind. "None was taken, I agree with you," Kora said, agreeing and looking up at Optimus waiting for an answer.

"He'll die in vain if we don't accomplish our mission," Optimus explained as he kept his back to Kora and Jazz as he didn't have the spark to see her face. Kora balled her fist as she felt the blood in the vein begin to hit. "So you let someone you care about, someone you have fought with, die?! Shouldn't you at least try?" She asked, her voice raising slightly as Optimus turned his helm slightly. His vents working as he felt frustrated. "Bumblebee is a brave soldier. This is what he would want." Optimus explained as he finally looked down at Kora, noticing for a moment her eyes shining with anger but also slight blue?

"How would you know what he wants!?" Kora screamed back as she had a stare-down with the mighty leader. The others watched quietly, not knowing what to do or even say. "Kora-" "No, don't even try to tell me to calm down! What if I was taken by your kind to be experimented on or even they used my body inappropriately. Could you leave me behind?" Kora asked as the air was filled with tension. Optimus just stared, not being able to say anything. Knowing he could never leave her behind. He couldn't imagine her screams of agony if the Decepticons ever captured her and defiled her. The mere thought made his spark burn with pain and anger.

"That's what I thought. I get it, as a leader, you make sacrifices. But how many do you need to do before everyone you care for is gone and you are alone." She states as she stares at him. No anger was in her eyes, just a look of concern, as she could tell he was truly thinking of her words. "Why are we fighting to save the humans? Their a primitive and violent race." Ironhide cut in to try to cut tension but Kora just snared as she looks at him.

"Were you guys any different? Autobot and Decepticons shared the same ideas but wanted to take them in different ways. One who which to bring everyone together." She looked at Optimus as she continued to speak. "And the other with force. It caused a war that destroyed your home. And I do not wish to see it happen to my world." Kora finished as she stared at all of them. "Kora is right." Optimus began coming closer to the small human girl.

"There are young humans. That still has much to learn. But I see goodness in them." Optimus spoke as he stared down at Kora. She looked up at him, giving a sweet smile as she placed her hand against a piece of metal on his leg. "Freedom is the right of all sentient beings." He finished as he fully faced us all, opened his chest, and began to speak. "You all know there is on only one way to end this war. We must destroy the cube. If all else fails, I will join the cube with the spark in my chest."

Kora watched as the light shined between his chest she felt her begin to tingle. What...was this odd feeling/ It feels so familiar. Before it could start, it ended as he closed it, and Ratchet spoke up, looking at Optimus in disbelief. "That's suicide. The cube is raw power it would destroy you both." Ratchet explained as Kora stopped breathing for a moment. "Optimus wouldn't do that...right?" Kora asked as she looked at the fearless leader, not believing he would. "A necessary sacrifice to bring peace to this planet and its occupants. We can not let humans pay for our mistakes." Kora felt the air leave her lungs as she stared at him in disbelief.

"It's been an honor serving with you all. Autobots roll out!" Optimus declared as everyone transformed. Kora climbed into Optimus as she stared out the window. She was quiet as she just couldn't imagine watching him sacrifice himself. The one being she felt a pure connection to, making it feel like she was home. She couldn't lose him. "You aren't going to do it." Kora said after a few moments of silence. "We have to save the earth, Kora. I need to save you." He admitted as Kora felt the tears she was holding back begin to fall.

"You shouldn't die for my planet. You shouldn't die for me I am not important." "Yes, you are. You are the most important thing to me. And if saving you and this planet means I am one with the All Spark, then so be it." Optimus said as Kora became even more annoyed. "You're a damn fool to think that. If you die, you think the Decepticons won't still take over the Earth. With that thinking, no wonder you lost Cybertron!" Kora screamed out in anger, but once she did, she regretted it. It was quiet as Optimus halted as he opened his door.

"Get out." Optimus said, trying to stay calm as Kora went to touch his dashboard. "Optimus, I didn't-" "I said get out!" He yelled as she flinched her hand away and gave out a small cry. "I...I'm so sorry...I just care so much..you make me feel at home." She said, getting out as She got into Ironhide and wiped her eyes. As they continued driving, "You didn't mean it, Kora you just wanted to prove something but let your feelings get in the way. He'll forgive you he cares too much for you." Ironhide stated as she just stayed quiet, nodding gently as they all drove to the cube's location.

{Optimus P.O.V}

As Optimus continues to drive, the silence consumes him. He was upset about the fight he had with Kora. Cybertron was a soft spot for him. He wishes he could've tried harder to save his home. To be the great leader he was chosen for. But even if he was upset, he was even more upset for yelling at Kora. He hated seeing her in tears and wished he wasn't the cause of it. He knew, in a way, that she was right. Even if he sacrificed himself, what would happen? Would the Decepticons still take Earth as theirs? The earth would still be lost, she would be lost to him and be made a slave to them.

"No...I won't allow that. I can't see your heart, sweet spark. I will try to find another way to save the earth. To save you, Kora...once I do, I will tell you my feelings. Just wait." He spoke to himself as he continued to drive. The earth would be his new home. Because with Kora there...home was already here.

[mariacrow]

Hello there!!! I was wondering if perhaps you could do either Cybertronian seeker or human reader that is female and she (you could change it to gender neutral) where she is from the TFP universe and ended up in Bayverse and she TFP’s Optimus’ lover and she spends time with the bots (all of them survived they didn't die) and she has grown close to the humans. She also has been treating Bay Optimus in a very similar way that she treats her Optimus but the thing is she has trouble telling him that they are sparkmates or married in TFP. Therefore, when a conversation arrises amongst the bots in a meeting with Simmons, Galloway and Mearing, asking about her joruney here, it ends up slipping she is in love with Optimus and ends up explaining they're conjuxed... I wonder how the other bots will react and how Optimus would be and the humans? 😭 I love your writing and thank you! Bonus if it's hinted throughout that she was taken when Sideswipe tried flirting with her but it didn't stick.

That’s so creative! I think I know how to make this spicy ;)

BTF x TFP reader who’s Optimus’s lover and ends up in Bayverse

2nd person

female reader

malfunctions, drama, crossovers

romance, flirting, realization, last goodbyes

abbreviations: BTF = Bayverse Transformers; TFP = Transformers Prime

takes place in Transformers Prime AU where everyone lives and is protecting Earth

takes place in Transformers: Dark of the Moon AU where Ironhide and Jazz are alive

added characters: Simmons, Galloway and Mearing

“Stay safe.” Optimus said to you while holding you in his servos. He softly smiled as he brought you closer to his face.

“Don’t worry boss, I will!” you joked as you gave him a hug. You gave his face plate soft kiss, right under his optic, making his spark lit up.

A low hum escaped his chest as he gently stroked your head.

“Are you two done?” Ratchet say enviously, holding the ground bridge ready.

Optimus gently placed you on the ground. You rolled your eyes at Ratchet and chuckled as you walked to the ground bridge

“Someone’s jealous-“ Bulkhead said.

“I AM NOT- would you stop with that?!” Ratchet shouted, making everyone have a good laugh. Optimus didn’t budge though, he was looking at you, your beautiful smile and beautiful figure.

“See ya guys!” you said before you gave Optimus a special little wave before stepping into the portal. Optimus gave a cute little wave back as a tiny smile couldn’t leave his face. So wholesome!

You went farther inside, ready to go home, to Washington DC. Ratchet had everything ready and didn’t think anything could go wrong, no one thought. But oh… they had no idea…

Suddenly the ground bridge started making weird high frequency pulsing noises that were getting louder and faster. A sudden force, like stronger gravity, pushed you down onto your knees. You were groaning, holding your ears shut.

“RATCHET!!!” you exclaimed, trying to get up but the force was getting stronger as well as the noises.

Mass panic took over the base. They could hear you yelling.

“Ratchet, bring her back!” Optimus yelled. It’s odd to hear him yell like that which means he was extremely scared…

“I am trying, Optimus!” the medic panicked while desperately trying to fix whatever happened with the portal.

“Hurry up!!!” Miko yelled. She was scared she was gonna lose her bestie… “Guys! It’s changing colors!!!”

The ground bridge was now blue. Ratchet has never dealt with something like this. They kept hearing you begging for help. Then suddenly…

The portal aggressively closed, almost like an explosion, making the whole base shake. Everything went quiet. Ratchet tried turning it on again but it wouldn’t budge.

“Oh no…” the medic said. He frantically tried tracking you, looking all over the globe but… no signs…

Sorrow and fear were all over Prime’s face. He felt his spark ache.

“Wh-wh-what do you mean “oh no”???” Jake panicked.

“I-I don’t think she’s coming back…” Rafael said.

Bumblebee buzzed in fear, Arcee was asking questions as well as Bulkhead.

“She’s not in this dimension anymore…” Ratchet barely mouthed those words, trying to think of how to bring you back but… that’s gonna be a very difficult and long process…

“There must be a way!” Optimus said.

“There is..” the medic continued, “but Optimus.. this has never happened before… It might take days.. weeks.. months..”

“MONTHS???” Miko shouted.

“I-I just need to concentrate, alright!? I can fix this! I can fix this…” Ratchet tried to settle down and not lose hope.

Optimus was at loss of words… His lover, his sparkling… Gone. No one knows where, no one knows how. Everyone was flabbergasted, trying to think of any possible answer how this could happen…

“One way or another… we shall bring her back…” Optimus said. He lost everything already… he can’t lose you as well…

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<> Washington DC, Bayverse <>

You found yourself in an alley in the center of DC. Getting up with a headache, you tried your best to scan your surroundings. You went forward to the main street, looking around.

“Looks like DC alright” you thought as you made your way to the right, heading home while thinking what the hell happened to the ground bridge.

Suddenly you heard a rumbling engine approaching, revving as the car slowed down, driving next to you at your speed. You looked to your left to see a metallic Chevrolet Corvette Stingray. Stunning. You chuckled to yourself and rolled your eyes, continuing to walk as you ignored whoever was in the car, thinking it’s just a guy trying to win you with his expensive car. IF there was anyone in the car…

You heard a seductive whistle, “Ey what’s up sweetheart~? Care for a ride~?” as the door opened.

“No, thanks.” you said, not even looking at the car.

“Oh come on cutie, it’s rude to reject a car like me~”

A car… like “me”? You heard that one before, Smokescreen has the same way of picking up girls. That made you look. You saw there’s no one at the driver’s seat. You stopped in your tracks… Putting 2 and 2 together…

“Sideswipe at your service, m’lady~”

All of the autobots should know you and you should know them hence they know Optimus. You realized the ground bridge’s malfunction meant yeeting you to a whole another dimension… In your case, some kind of a parallel universe. You decided to keep yourself together and act cool. You needed to investigate all this. And this certainly isn’t the time to tell a random autobot who are you and what is actually happening.

You took a deep breath and smiled, “Alright though guy~” you said as you got in. He closed the door for you and drove off.

“M-m-m~ Wait till you meet my crew~ They’re gonna be sooo jealous~ What’s your name beautiful~?”

“Hey, I’m not here for you to show off.”

“Well then, I’m here for YOU to show off~” he chuckled, his beauty breaking people’s neck.

He made you hide a giggle, “I’m Y/N. And what about that.. crew you mentioned?” carefully choosing your words, trying to meet your surroundings.

“You haven’t heard about my crew? We saved your planet more than once! And we’re still protecting it.”

“O-oh yeah! Yeah I know, of course, pft! Our heroes. But uhm.. what are the names of your teammates, I was never really able to memorize all.” act cool, act cool.

“Ah well there’s Ironhide, weapon specialist, he’s a stubborn fella. Then there’s Ratchet, the medic,”

“Ratchet…” you thought.

“Jazz, Dino, Bumblebee- you probably heard of Bumblebee, that sucker got real famous.” your heart skipped a beat when you heard “Bumblebee”…

“And, of course, our leader, Optimus Prime~” he said that with pride.

This confirmed your theory that you’re in an alternative universe… You acted cool and chill, excited to meet them all. Deep down you were hella nervous… Some hope bloomed inside of you, considering there’s at least 3 autobots you already know.

…

The moment Sideswipe drove you into the base, you couldn’t stop looking around. So many cars and… people…

“So they managed to take advantage of them here huh… What a disgusting species we are…”

“I brought company!” Sideswipe transformed and said happily.

“Sideswipe, how many times do we need to tell you to stop bringing females into the base!?” Ratchet shouted, in his bot form, working on something with humans.

“Oh come oh man, look at her! How can you say no to such a cute faaace~?” he was gently pinching your cheek.

“Ow- ow ow ow! Sideswipe!” you laughed, trying to push his servo away.

“This is not a party garage, this is a base! Take your urges elsewhere.” Ratchet scolded Sideswipe.

A giant truck with Optimus’s colors caught your eye real good… Suddenly, he transformed, approaching you and Sideswipe as the ground shook a little with each step he took. He was ready to shoo both of you out but then he made eye contact with you…

Your eyes locked in his optics and vice versa… He slowly stopped in his tracks as he frowned and as his optics widened… You looked extremely familiar. Too familiar… As if he was getting flashbacks of something he never even knew he experienced. He felt like he knows you. His spark warmed at the sight of you… He slowly lined up with you, putting his knee on the ground.

“Do I know you, girl?” he asked.

“I.. uh..” you could barely speak, you felt waves of adrenaline strike your body, “Perhaps, sir… M-maybe I just remind you of someone.” you awkwardly chuckled.

He hummed and straightened. Confused and suspicious, he walked to the platform where Galloway and Mearing were working with Ratchet.

“Let her stay. She has valuable information.” he lied. For the first time in his life he lied… There’s something special about you he needs to confirm…

…

It’s been weeks. Months. You got closer with everyone, Sam even. You were an important member of the crew now. Everyone was surprised by your Cybertronian tech knowledge that Ratchet passed onto you back in the base in Jasper…

Optimus and you got extremely close as well. You treated him with kindness. Not just any kindness. You didn’t only have high respect for him as a leader, you were ready to lie down your life for him and vice versa… It seemed as if he became your guardian in this universe too…

He let you climb his shoulder, have relaxing rides with him, stay up late, watch the sky and discuss about endless subjects… He wouldn’t take his optics off of you. Scanning your beautiful face whenever he had a chance, trying to find you in his memory but his recognition system was not responding positively…

…

One day…

“I need a group meeting, ASAP!” Mearing commanded, walking into the base furiously as her assistant, Galloway and Simmons were barely catching up to her.

“A-are you sure, ma’am?” Galloway said.

“Yes, I am sure! And don’t call me “ma’am”. I am not a “ma’am” “ she said while going through all of her purses.

“I knew there’s something odd about her- I just knew it! Optimus told us he feels as if he knows her- and now the big guy is in love!” Simmons said like the alien nerd he is.

“Please, do not say that, it’s disgusting.” Mearing said while going up the platform.

“How would they have intercourse anyway- it’s impossible!” Simmons continued.

“Shut up, agent.” Mearing said before quickly organizing a meeting.

…

And there you were, sitting along with everyone while all the autobots stood there.

“WHO ARE YOU AND HOW DID YOU GET HERE-“ Simmons started.

“Agent. Let’s stay calm.” Galloway said.

Simmons sat down, rubbing his face, biting his nails and bouncing his leg.

You looked at Optimus. “You told them..?”

“Y/N, please understand that I had to. There’s something strangely odd going on. I feel like my system had deleted you from my memory… but I can still feel like I know you.”

“We’ve checked your ID, tried tracking you, your home, family… We couldn’t find anything. You’re not in the system.” Mearing said. “So where do you come from? Are you even human? Who sent you?”

All of this was getting you extremely nervous. You sat there, occupied with questions and so many glares…

“Okay…” you took a deep breath, “okay. I will explain. No one sent me, let’s start with that. It was all an accident… Apparently I come from a parallel universe where the Cybertronian war was also brought. And no I’m not talking about another planet, I’m talking about Earth- like a- a mirror! But with some minor changes. There’s an autobot base in Jasper, Nevada where I’m with my three other human friends and the crew… There’s Bumblebee and Ratchet and Arcee and Bulkhead a-and… You, Optimus…”

The whole base was silent… They couldn’t believe what they were hearing… Optimus walked closed to you, listening carefully.

“I moved to Washington DC recently and we’re using something called a ground bridge to teleport where we need to. When I wanted to go back home, the portal started malfunctioning and… here I am, I guess…”

“WHY DIDN’T YOU TELL US BEFORE-“ Simmons again.

“Agent, let her finish.” Optimus said calmly.

“Because I… I don’t know! Okay!? I was scared! I was hoping they would get it fixed in a few days so I could just leave with a status of Sideswipe’s ex girlfriend or something but…” you exhaled in frustration, “It’s been months… Who knows if they’re gonna get it fixed at all… That’s why I wanted to analyze everything you have here and see if I can ask for ANY help…”

Mearing and Galloway were aggravated while Simmons was like “I TOLD YOU SO!!!”. Ratchet was trying to calculate everything in his head while everyone else was just speechless.

“That’s why I was feeling this way since we met…” Optimus said.

“Yes… and probably because.. we have something special going on where I come from…” you said with a tiny smile.

A deep hum rumbled in his chest, “Special…” he also smiled a little.

“Aw man, there goes my girlfriend!” Sideswipe said. He made Dino and Bumblebee laugh.

“You’ll find a chick.” Ironhide nudged him, “There’s plenty of fish in the sea.”

“How do we get you back?” Ratchet asked.

“The only thing I can think of is that we somehow make contact with them. I have the coordinates but we will definitely need more than just that…”

“Hm… yes.. yes. I think we can-“ Ratchet got interrupted

“Or maybe she can stay.” by Jazz who now got all of the eyes on him in silence, “…Just- just a suggestion-“

“As much as I would love for Y/N to stay with us, we need to think about her safety. We must get her home.” Optimus started, “She is not safe with us. As similar as her life might be here, she belongs in the universe she came from.”

“Agreed! Agreed.” Galloway interrupted, “If we manage to make this portal, it would mean a huge step for humanity!! Do you realize how much we could do with it!? We could-“

“With all due respect,” Optimus interrupted him back, “this is not the time to speak about the advantages humans can take from this.” irritated by him.

Ratchet and some other autobots were already working on the ground bridge.

“Y/N.” Optimus leaned closer to you, “It is very difficult for me to say goodbye…”

“I know… It was nice while it lasted…”

“I hope I treat you the same way in every universe our paths cross… I hope you will keep warming up my spark back home.” Optimus said softly, quietly talking to you.

“I will… I promise…” you got emotional, stepping closer, hugging his face plate… Your heart aching, you were torn apart between two universes… But you knew none of this is right. You need to get back.

You made him smile, his optics spinning and expanding before closing as he sunk into your tender touch…

“I will forever remember you, Y/N… Now it is time for you to go home, my love…”

Well this ended up being longer than I thought lmao and way more emotional

Dividers belong to @patches-1105 ❣️

[minniethemoocherda]

Iridescent: Chapter 22

A/N: Can't believe Transformers One comes out next month!! Ahhhhh!! So excited!! Xxxxxxx

Ao3

FF.net

Once again, high command was a complete mess.

Ratchet was still unconscious.

Ironhide and Chromia still spent most meetings flirting with each other.

Thanks to Bluestreak, Bumblebee hadn’t gotten more injured than he already was. But that didn’t stop Optimus from frantically fretting over his ward who had been in the crossfires of two too many Decepticon attacks.

Red Alert was on the verge of another break down. They hadn't been able to find any evidence of how Silverstreak had escaped but somehow she must have because nobody had seen a shade of her in over twenty-four hours. Inferno had been temporarily relieved from his medical duties so that he could keep his partner sane.

And Prowl… well even those who weren’t as used to deciphering the tactician’s usual lack of outward emotion, could tell that something was off.

Silverstreak's betrayal had affected them all in different ways.

Jazz hadn't been as close to Silverstreak as he had to other members of Spec Ops. But he'd trusted her. Not only with his own life but with the lives of everyone that he cared about. And Jazz didn't trust easily. Even though he couldn't feel pain, he still felt like he had been stabbed in the back.

It was a miracle that Mirage and Hound had been discharged from the med-bay barely an hour before it became a fiery inferno otherwise he might not have had a spec ops at all. However the pair still weren't healed enough to brace the Decepticon infested planet to try searching for the traitor and with trust in spec ops currently at an all time low, Jazz had decided it would be best to employ some outside help, in this case the bounty hunter Devcon.

He just needed Prowl's permission to sign off on it.

Which was why Jazz was the one who discovered the state of their commander's office.

Prowl's office looked like it had been ransacked by a turbo-wolf. Rows of previously alphabetised meeting reports were now shattered across the floor. The desk and half of it's draws had been flipped over. And the seat next it out had gone out the window.

Which was to say nothing of Prowl himself.

The mech was living up to his name, prowling up and down the room, smoke practically steaming from his nose like an animal waiting for an excuse to pounce.

It was rare sight to see Prowl lose his composure. And Jazz wasn't going to lie to himself that the sight didn’t send a shiver of thrill down his spinal strut even if this time he wasn’t the one responsible for it.

"What?" Prowl demanded when he noticed their presence, apparently not even surprised at Jazz hacking open his door anymore.

"Go see Bluestreak." Jazz told him.

Prowl's eyes darted to the datapad in Jazz's hand.

"You can sign these tomorrow." Jazz said, hiding the pad behind his back. As per usual he ignored all warning signs of danger and strolled closer to the mech. Thankfully Prowl appeared to be too busy fighting with himself to take a strike as Jazz. "So go and see Bluestreak."

"She does not want to see me." Prowl stated, shaking his head as though he could shake his thoughts right out of his audio receptors.

"You're her brother." Jazz countered, placing a hand on Prowl’s cheek. The metal was hot to the touch. Unusual for the mech who always appeared so cold. “And Silverstreak was the one who hurt her. Not you.”

Under the hold of Jazz’s steady hand the commander could no longer shake his head, finally forcing him to focus on the spy’s words. Jazz could practically see the gears turning in his head as the logic of his own words against him settled in. Even if the stubborn bastard didn’t want to admit that Jazz was right.

"Plus I know that your shift ended an hour ago and we both know that I can and will hack you out of your profile so you’re not going to be doing any more work tonight one way or another.” Jazz pointed out with deliberate cheek. This close he swore he could see the wire under the metal of Prowl’s temple pulse. “So are you going to see her or what?”

Jazz grinned as Prowl spoke through gritted teeth.

“It appears I do not have a choice.”

[mgarmagedon]

Weird question but how Bee and Arcee reacted when their parents give theme away to Optimus and Ratchet and what they feeled about from day to day being parents to Bee and Arcee? The question poped out after seeing your art with Ratchet with Bee and Arcee when they were smoll. Hope you have great day or night ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️ And your art is AWASOME ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

OMG THANK YOU SM DUDE ❤️❤️❤️

But that is interesting question actually! Because at the begging Ratchet was very angry at Optimus that he took children to main autobot base, where was mainly males around their age or older and at this point of the time they weren't even married yet (so believe me or not, there was few quite weeks).

Arcee felt very unwanted, she even was thinking of running away with her baby brother (even if he was only 1 y/o child when she was 6 XDDDDD), after all this mean doctor couldn't be her new mommy >:[

They was always arguing at the beginning, that is why she was kicking him every time she had a chance XDDD

And about Optimus, she didn't care about him at the begging. In fact she was blaming him for the fact that their mothers weren't coming back and only what he did was go out for whole days and sometimes weeks.

This whole situation was really hurting OP, because Carpenter was one of his friends from times of being archivist-librarian.

But with sometime Ratchet started getting more attached to Bee and Arcee even if that was hard for him to take care of children almost 24/h and Optimus felt more comfortable with 2 children around him! Arcee even started calling them dads when she turned 7!

And about Bee, calling Ratchet and Optimus dads was completely normal for him, because for him they was his parents who cared about him, gave him food, warm place and raised him. He didn't met his moms or see them again so he chosen to not care about 2D2 and Carpenter.

As a bonus I can add that because of stress of having children (because being a doctor wasn't stressful enough for him) he started to gaining some weight so he felt really bad with himself (before having children he was little hot goth OP bf-gf-bf) (and yes Ratchet is genderfluid)

And this old fart Ironhide taught Arcee how to fight uwu

[anon-e-miss]

Vault - Reunion

“Thank ya,” Ricochet murmured when Prime and Ironhide were out of audio range. Jazz nodded.

“I don’t think he bought a scrap of that,” Barricade said, wary as ever.

“Important thing is Prime’s goin’ long wit it,” Jazz replied. “Ironhide ain’t gonna start scrap wit ya without his okay.”

Out of sight, out of processor, Jazz thought the easiest way to keep Barricade from getting any grief was to keep him close to home while he settled. Jazz did not entirely trust Barricade’s motives, neither did he entirely trust Ricochet’s judgment but he was prepared to wait and see. There was no need to worry about his allegiance for a while. With the bitty he was carrying, Barricade would be out of commission for a while. Given the chaos in Darkmount, his and Ricochet’s absence would not be noticed for some time to come and even when it was, there were good odds that the Cons would blame it on Tarantulas. There was no need to let Megs know the eight-legged freak had been eliminated. Let Tarantulas’ drones keep them on the fritz until they fizzled out.

“Which one of got yourself scrapped?” Ratchet demanded without looking up from the CR chamber. Prime was in the medbay with him, Ironhide was mercifully absent. He never lingered in the medbay lest Ratchet get the idea he needed a tune up.

“Not scrapped,” Barricade grumbled. “Just carrying.”

“Room 3,” Ratchet ordered. “Lie down.”

“The bitlet’s my nephew,” Barricade said. “Can I just stay long enough to see that he’s okay.”

“Nephew?” Ratchet asked. “Prowl knows how to keep his secrets. Lie down on that medberth over there. Keep quiet.”

Ricochet helped Barricade onto the medberth and helped him settle on his side so he could watch. Jazz made his way over to Optimus and left his brother to fuss over his lover. He had not had the slightest idea of Ricochet’s romance with a Decepticon and as a result he had not done any digging to see just what sort of mech Barricade really was. That he had found Tarantulas’ lair, that he had been after vengeance for his brother despite the vorns of no contact, that he had wanted to save the nephew he had never known both spoke well for him. What Jazz could confirm was his testimony regarding Sentinel being responsible for the destruction of Praxus. The scum bucket had left behind plenty of other evidence regarding his crimes, mostly because he had not seen them as crimes but as acts of righteousness.

“You haven’t told Prowl or Punch would have alerted that he was trying to drag himself here,” Optimus said.

“I didn’t wanna be alone when I broke his spark if the news was bad,” Jazz explained. “He’d need ya, ‘n Ratchet.”

“He never never mentioned a brother,” Prime said.

“They both kept it close to their sparks,” Jazz replied. “‘M thinkin’ there was a lot of sparklin’ package there. But they made a pact, once Prowl appeared on our side, not to harm each other. Cade didn’t know Tarantulas had’m or he woulda gotten ‘mself slagged to save him. I need ya to be honest wit me. Cade said he joined the Cons because he heard Sentinel Prime give the order to wipe Praxus off the map and Megs had the city encircled. That ring true?”

“Yes,” Optimus replied with an all too familiar world weary gravity.

“Figured it wasn’t somethin’ he’d lie about,” Jazz sighed.

“Megatron wasn’t the villain in the beginning,” Optimus replied. “If he hadn’t lost his way, our history books would write him as the saviour of Cybertron.”

“What happened?” Jazz asked.

“I wish I knew,” Optimus replied. “Because if I did I might be able to fix it.”

“I’m activating the release protocols,” Ratchet said. “Don’t interfere. If he reacts badly I don’t need to be tripping over anyone.”

“Consider us statues,” Jazz said. He held his intakes as he watched Ratchet definitely key in a long string of commands. With a hiss, the CR chamber opened. From within it came a piercing cry.

“Owie!” The bitlet wailed and Jazz felt a tug on his spark. As Ratchet picked Ostaros up from the chamber, he brushed away a dozen cables. The bitlet, a large and chubby thing, kicked and cried as Ratchet crooned to him and set him on a medberth. “Owie!”

“Is he hurt?” Jazz asked as the bitlet seemed to cry in pain.

“He’s calling for Prowl,” Ratchet replied. “Owie, Ori. It’s okay, Sweetling. We’re going to bring your to your Ori soon.”

“How is he?” Prime asked.

“Perfect health,” Ratchet said. “Miraculously. There are scars around his spark chamber. That monster tried to implant his spark chamber in that protoform you found. I’m not sure how the shock didn’t kill him.”

“‘M sorry I can’t drag ‘m up from the Pit to kill’m again,” Jazz said.

“Owie,” the bitlet thrashed.

“Barricade, are you actually Prowl’s brother?” Ratchet asked.

“We shared a progenitor,” Barricade explained.

“It could be enough resonance to settle him enough to finish my exam,” Ratchet declared. “Ricochet, help him sit up. I need Barricade to hold Ostaros while I look him over.”

“Sure,” Ricochet helped Barricade sit up. The gravid Praxian did not look quite as ashen or green. Hopefully solid ground and clean air would help his light-cycle sickness.

“Hold him against your spark,” Ratchet ordered as he draped the bitlet against Barricade’s chassis. “Don’t kick your cousin.”

“No owie,” the little one whined as he looked at Barricade. The familial resonance was still enough, or maybe it was the doorwings. Either way, he stopped thrashing and just sulked.

“I’m not but you’ll see him soon,” Barricade reassured him as Ratchet ran more scans and did a physical exam.

“Everything seems to be... perfect,” Ratchet said, sighing with relief. “Do you want an energon goodie, Sweetling?”

“Goodie?” Ostaros perked up.

“Mhm,” Ratchet reached into his subspace and offered the bitlet a treat. Ostaros took it and shoved it into his mouth and smiled as he chewed.

“He’s perfect,” Optimus said. “Thank Primus.”

“He is,” Ratchet confirmed. “Barricade and bitlet are in good shape. They just need Barricade to get a few good meals in him and some real rest.”

“Eh?” Barricade asked.

“I mostly had you hold the bitlet to distract you,” Ratchet declared and Barricade flushed. “I’ll give Ricochet a list of supplements I want you on because I’m going to guess you haven’t let Hook or Oilslick anywhere near you.”

“Absolutely not,” Barricade confirmed.

“He’s got pretty much constant nausea, that okay?” Ricochet asked.

“It can be,” Ratchet replied. “Filtered midgrade could agree with you better, Barricade. Filler in rations can be hard on the fuel tank.”

“Okay,” Barricade said. He looked up at Ricochet.

“I’ll get it for ya,” Ricochet promised him. “Ya don’t gotta worry ‘bout havin’ enough, Sweetspark. Not here.”

“Ratchet, Prowl’s gotta be feelin’ the bond again ‘n goin’ half crazy,” Jazz said. “Can we bring ‘m to ‘m?”

“Everyone is good to go,” Ratchet confirmed.

“Prowl... might not want to see me,” Barricade said. “He doesn’t know... He should get the chance to just be happy.”

“The bitty just settle cause ya feel familiar enough wit the resonance,” Jazz replied. “Ya led us to ‘m. Prowl’s gonna be happy ya helped get’m ‘n yerself home safe.”

“Prowl can hold long grudges,” Barricade cautioned him.

“If he thought ya was scrap, he woulda seen ya scrapped,” Jazz replied. “Even if he didn’t know. He understood enough.”

“Barricade,” Optimus interjected. “If Prowl has any doubts, I can confirm the destruction of Praxus was at Sentinel Prime’s servos. Prowl’s suffering at Tarantulas servos began with him as well. I can’t imagine, hearing what you did and seeing what you did and losing what you did, making a different choice than you made.

“Thank you,” Barricade murmured.

“A transport will be outside waiting,” Optimus said. “Tell Prowl I’ll check on him and his bitlet later. I think he is going to feel overwhelmed as it is.”

“Comin’ to help if he has a crash, right Ratch?” Jazz asked.

“Yes, I’m coming,” Ratchet replied. “I want Barricade back for an ultrasound. After everyone settles. I think the procreators to be would probably like a first look at their creation.”

“Yes, please,” Barricade agreed. Ricochet was smiling in a way Jazz had never seen before. Impending procreatorhood suited him.

Jazz tickled Ostaros’ cheekplate as Barricade carried him to the transport. He had been frozen in time at 3 vorns old. Somehow he had come out of statsis with no ill effects, at testament, Jazz thought, to how well Prowl had looked after him. The bitlet was a hefty little thing, bigger in every way that Jazz would have thought he would be. He remembered Cheetor describing Prowl has having looked frail with a large belly. Beyond every other torture, the rapes and degradation, what had Prowl endured just to bring this bitlet into the world. Taratulas was no medic and Jazz did not want to imagine Prowl enduring a c-section at his servos. If Prowl had suffered lingering damage from the ordeal, Ratchet must have repaired it during the marathon surgeries. Even if Jazz asked after it, Ratchet would never tell him. His patient had his privacy rights.

“Owie?” Ostaros perked up as the transport pulled up to Jazz’s building. He looked about, looked for his originator. “Owie?”

“Almost there,” Jazz promised. “‘M a little surprised he ain’t waitin’ on the sidewalk. ‘M glad but I gotta wonder what Ori had to do to keep Prowl in berth.”

“You picked a good nursemech for Prowl,” Ratchet declared. “Don’t know if I could have managed it without sedatives.”

“Where are we going to stay?” Barricade asked Ricochet. “I know you don’t have a place in Iacon.”

“Wit us for now,” Jazz answered for his twin. “It’ll be cozy but it won’t suit Ori to see either o’ ya in a hotel.”

“You two realize your originator is terrifying, right?” Barricade asked.

“Y’re carryin’ his grandbitty, yer automatically gonna be in his good books,” Ricochet promised him. “Me, ‘m the one in trouble for not gettin’ ya outta Darkmount sooner.”

“He’s right,” Jazz declared. “Ricochet better treat ya like a king if he wants to get outta the dung heap.”

They took the elevator up and it was a tight squeeze but no one was keen on waiting for the next one. Everyone wanted to see Ostaros in Prowl’s arms. Jazz led the way to his habsuite and knocked twice, once heavy and once light, before entering his encryption. You never just came into the habsuite when Punch was on guard, you always gave a helms up. Barricade froze but Ricochet took his arm and tugged him gently into the doorway. As his lover dug his peds in and shook his helm, Jazz stepped off to the side and watched Ori silently approached. It was obvious Barricade was scared, not of physical damage, Jazz thought, but maybe something worse and it was making his gold face plates pale and gold green at the edges.

“I don’t think...” Barricade murmured.

“Everythin’s gonna be fine,” Ricochet promised him.

“Jazz can take him to Prowl,” Barricade said. “He doesn’t need me.”

“Owie?” Ostaros did not exactly strain in Barricade’s hold but he looked about wildly.

“Please Jazz?” Barricade asked, desperate for an escape. As he looked to Jazz, he saw Punch and he went ashen.

“Take the bitty,” Punch ordered and Jazz took Ostaros as Barricade just about shoved the little one into his arms as he wobbled. “Ricochet, get’m on the couch.”

“Easy Barricade,” Ratchet cajoled him. “Sit.”

“I’ll make some ruby tea,” Punch declared. “No sense tryin’ to fuel’m when his tank is rollin’.”

“What should I do?” Jazz asked as he bounced Ostaros lightly. “Should I wait.”

“Take the bitlet to Prowl,” Punch ordered. “Before the Twins can’t hold’em anymore.”

“So that was yer trick,” Jazz said.

“Oh yeah,” Punch replied. “I don’t play clean ‘n fair.”

“Geni!” Sideswipe exclaimed as he stepped into the doorway. He and Sunstreaker were sitting on Prowl’s legs with colouring books in front of them. Prowl stared at Jazz and then at the bitlet in utter disbelief. He shook his helm.

“Owie!” Ostaros made grabby servos as he called to his originator.

“He’s yers,” Jazz assured him. “The reason the bond went quiet was because the freak had’m in a CR chamber. Ratchet’s cleared ‘m. He’s in perfect shape.”

“My bitlet,” Prowl sat up straighter and leaned to reach for the bitlet. Jazz sat at the edge of the berth and put the little mechling in his arms.

“Easy,” he soothed.

“Owie,” Ostaros snuggled against Prowl’s spark.

“That’s yer bitty?” Sideswipe asked.

“Mhm,” Prowl hugged the bitlet tight, tears of joy in his optics. “I designated him Springer.”

“Not Ostaros?” Jazz asked and Prowl shook his helm.

“Tarantulas called him Ostaros,” he explained. “He was always Springer for me.”

“It’s a good designation,” Jazz replied. His own creations inched up for a better look. They surrounded Prowl like Jazz imagined older siblings getting their first look at a new bitty brother.

“He’s pretty cute,” Sunstreaker declared and Prowl chuckled and stroked his helm.

“Thank you,” Prowl said. “So are you.”