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Transformers Prime—Part 9: The Imposter

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“Miko, slow down, I can’t understand you when you don’t speak with spaces between your words like normal people,” you had said as you closed the book you had previously been reading.

After the day you had been through at school that morning, all you had wanted to do was sit against the secret alcove you had found while exploring the Autobot base, crack open your book, and escape reality. But when Miko had brought you crashing from the imaginary universe of your favorite book to the present, gushing about some sort of signal Ratchet had picked up from his scanner, you were less than thrilled with her enthusiasm.

You had also been mildly impressed by how quickly she was able to find the spot that had taken you an hour to discover, but your thoughts had been interrupted.

“But y/n, it’s an Autobot signal! Don’t you know what that could mean?” She has asked with wide eyes.

“That the Decepticons want to bait us into thinking there’s an Autobot out there somewhere so they can attack us when we least expect it?” you had asked flatly.

“Oh, you sound like Arcee!” She had wined, before turning around to go back to the rest of the bots.

An Autobot signal? Showing up on Earth of all places? Of all the Autobots that made it off of Cybertron, not including our Autobots, what are the chances that one could end up here? Next to none.

You couldn’t have helped the logical side of your brain as you’d mulled over what Miko had told you. You had just hoped, as you leaned back against the wall to continue reading, that you were wrong about the Autobot signal.

***

You lean over the railing of the balcony with Jack, Miko, and Raf, watching the swirling vortex of the groundbridge as you all wait for the Autobots to come back with Wheeljack. Instead of giving him the coordinates to the base, it was Optimus’ idea to give Wheeljack another set of coordinates so he could walk through the groundbridge instead. It seems you aren’t the only one who is cautious when it comes to new guests at the base. Suddenly five sets of footsteps reach your ears as the Autobots exit the groundbridge, and immediately your eyes lock onto the new bot.

His chasi is mainly white and gray, with red and green accents on his chest and lower legs. You notice wheels and doors on his back, and a small cylindrical device on his side. Your observations are interrupted however when the groundbridge sparks with purple bolts and shuts down.

Hmm, well that looks…less than ideal.

A groan from Ratchet catches your attention and while Bulkhead introduces Wheeljack to Miko, you go to investigate the source of Ratchet’s displeasure.

“Hey Doc, something wrong?” you ask as you walk over to the groundbridge lever.

Ratchet just turns to glance at you, a hint of irritation in his eyes, before frowning and returning back to his work. He mumbles something under his breath as he inspects the lever and you wonder if he’s purposefully ignoring you.

“Does it have to do with the purple sparks from the groundbridge?” you ask again.

“You saw it too?” he asks, stopping his work and staring at you for a long moment. “The groundbridge system hasn’t been the same since the Scraplet incident; I fear the system…”

Ratchet’s cut off by a loud crashing noise and you turn around to see Wheeljack and Bulkhead bump chests enthusiastically.

“Oh joy,” Ratchet deadpans before going back to his work.

“Right then,” you frown before walking over to the living area of the base.

You quickly locate the backpack you had set down by the tv and take it over to the faded yellow couch. Before sitting down you look for Cliffjumper, hoping that maybe you and him could go out for a drive, when you see that Cliffjumper is talking to Arcee. You watch as he says something that makes Arcee laugh and you quirk an eyebrow. The smirk on Cliffjumper’s face makes you smile slightly, and you wish that they were both a little bit closer so you could laugh at Cliffjumper’s jokes too. Shaking the thought from your mind, you sit down on the couch and open up a book, hoping it would distract you.

***

Miko’s electric guitar solo was bad enough for the ears alone, but Bulkhead’s game with the new Autobot, Wheeljack, was another; the combination of the two was enough to drive anyone crazy. Which is why after discovering that even the most avid readers wouldn’t have been able to concentrate through all the chaos, you find yourself sitting on the top of the messa that the Autobot base was hidden in, knees tucked up to your chest, staring out to the vast Nevada desert. The moon lights up the sand and a cool breeze blows your hair gently away from your face. Of all the places in the Autobot base, this one is your favorite by far. It was Optimus who had been the one to show you this place, and you would have assumed he’d be up here too if you hadn’t seen him drive off into the darkness a few minutes after you had come up.

None of the other Autobots normally came up to the top of the base, so when you hear the ding of the elevator at the entrance of the roof access cave, you instantly begin to wonder. As you turn around to see who is there, a familiar red hue and warm smile makes you relax and turn back to face the desert.

“Hey kid, I’ve been lookin’ for ya,” he says quietly as he lowers himself next to you.

“Ah well, you’ve found me,” you say with a grin, which earns a laugh from Cliffjumper. “What’s up?”

“You’re missing the party,” he nudges you gently with his side.

“I’m not sure I’d consider electric guitar solos and whatever game Bulkhead and Wheeljack are playing a party,” you reply.

“Not much of a party person, are ya,” Cliffjumper chuckles.

You smile slightly and lean back on the ground, your head lying on your arm and your legs swinging over the rocky edge of the towering messa. “Not so much.”

“Mmh,” he hums and is quiet for a moment.

A comfortable silence comes between you and Cliffjumper, filled only with the hum of his spark and the chirping of crickets. You gaze up to the sky above you, the twinkling of thousands of stars reflected in your eyes.

“Lobbing.”

“What?” you ask as you look over to Cliffjumper.

“The game that Bulkhead and Wheeljack are playing. It’s called Lobbing,” he explains.

“Oh yeah?” you question as you sit up.

“It was a popular game back on Cybertron for those of the Warrior class.”

“Were you in the Warrior class?”

“Was I in the Warrior class?” Cliffjumper asks incredulously. “Do Predacons fly?”

“I don’t know wha—”

“Of course I was in the Warrior class! One of Primes’ toughest bots back in the war,” Cliffjumper says, smashing his fists together proudly. “And I bet that if you were Cybertronian, you’d be in that class too.”

“Oh?” you raise an eyebrow and tilt your head slightly.

“You have that fire in your spark,” he says with a grin. “That’s how ya could take out that Con when we first met.”

“Eh, I was just fortunate,” you say with a shrug of your shoulder.

“You sound like Optimus,” Cliffjumper rolls his eyes. “Too humble. Ya gotta own your victories, especially when they have to do with taking down those Cons.”

“You really don’t like Decepticons, do you?” you ask with a chuckle.

“Not one bit.”

“You and me both.”

You look down to your right shoulder and push back the material of your tee shirt sleeve. The pale moon illuminates your skin to reveal the many burn scars that run from the top of your shoulder to just above your elbow. The memory of the day you got that scar flashes in your mind and you can’t help but relive the experience.

Running from the Decepticons, feeling the burn of your skin when the shot collides with your shoulder, the red visor of the Decepticon looming over you with its gun pointed right at you, waiting for the shot that would end everything.

It was the day your life had changed completely, when you had discovered an entire race of alien robots from a planet hundreds of light years away; when you discovered him, your guardian and protector.

“I thought you were scrapped for sure,” Cliffjumper says, breaking you from your thoughts. “It takes a certain kind of human to get shot in the shoulder and still pull through.”

“Don’t forget almost getting squished by Starscream and then kicking him in the face,” you add with a grin.

“Atagirl, y/n, own that victory,” he returns your grin, scanning your face for a moment with a proud look. “Only the fiercest of warriors could have survived that lousy Con.”

You are about to retort when Miko calls your name and you jump slightly. You hadn’t even heard her walk over to you and once your heartbeat returned to normal you turned around to give her a slightly irritated look.

“Miko, what are you doing up here?” you ask curiously.

“I was looking for you, Bulkhead’s going to tell some stories about him and Wheeljack! Do you want to come and hear them?” she asks excitedly.

You glance at Cliffjumper for a moment before turning back to Miko. “Yeah, I’ll be right there.”

“Great!” Miko says and grabs your arm, pulling you along with her as Cliffjumper’s laugh follows you from behind.

***

“So there we were, no communications, low on energon, surrounded by Cons, so what does Wheeljack do?” Bulkhead asks back in the main area of the base.

Miko, Raf, Jack, and you all sit next to each other on an energon crate with your eyes wide, leaning forward in anticipation.

“Tell ‘em Jackie!” Bulkhead laughs.

“Wha-what I do best,” Wheeljack says nonchalantly as all heads turn in his direction.

“He chucks his only grenade smack into the primary heat exchanger!” Bulkhead exclaims.

“Yeah, seemed like a good idea at the time,” Wheeljack says.

“The joint went supernova!” Bulkhead extends his arms wide.

”Awesome,” you and Miko say at the same time.

”Yeah, I’m still picking shrapnel out of my backside.”

“I’m not surprised, given the size of your backside,” Arcee comments, causing you to try to hide your snort in a sudden burst of coughing.

“There it is, Jackie’s signature; one grenade, one shot,” Bulkhead says with a grin. “Hey, you alright?”

”What?” Wheeljack asks.

”You don’t seem like yourself.”

”Well what do you mean?” Wheeljack asks quickly.

”I don’t know, you seem quiet,” Bulkhead comments.

”Ah, I’ve been stuck in a can too long. I should go topside before I go stir crazy,” Wheeljack explains.

”I have patrol in the morning, you can come with!” Bulkhead offers.

”Let’s go now,” Wheeljack says, turning to face the exit tunnel.

”And break up the party?” Bulkhead questions. “Come on, the gang’s loving you. You gotta tell them about the battle of Darkmound pass!”

”You tell them. You’re better at it,” Wheeljack says, turning back around to face Bulkhead. “How about if Miko here shows me the rest of your base?”

”Uh, yeah sure, Jackie, go ahead,” Bulkhead says hesitantly.

“Tour starts now,” says Miko excitedly, hopping down from the energon crate.

“Oh boy,” you mutter, earning a snicker from Jack.

”Do you play any instruments? Can you fly? Have you thrashed more Decepticons than Bulkhead has?” Miko begins pelting Wheeljack with questions as you watch them walk to one of the base's many tunnels.

“You alright?” Arcee asks Bulkhead.

When you look over to Bulkhead you notice he’s acting strange. His eyes have a distant look to them and you think he’s almost…sad?

”Yeah just…out of sorts, I guess,” he replies with a frown.

”Don’t tell me you’re jealous,” Arcee says, putting her hands on her hips.

”That Miko’s making a new friend? Come on!”

You all remain silent, unconvinced of his response.

“Something…something’s just not right about Wheeljack,” Bulkhead says quietly.

Hmm, Bulkhead would know if something is off about his best friend…the question is what.

”Bulkhead, really?” Arcee questions. “He’s traveled galaxies, you haven’t seen him in centuries, he could just be rocket-lagged or…bots do change, you know?”

”Not Jackie,” Bulkhead counters.

***

“Look, I know Wheeljack better than anyone,” Bulkhead says, trying to convince the rest of us that something was not right.

After listening to almost five minutes of his rant, the base had mixed feelings about Bulkhead’s suspicions. Arcee still remained unconvinced while you were leaning towards Bulkhead’s side. Something just wasn’t adding up with Wheeljack, and you wanted to get to the bottom of it.

As if on cue, a voice calls out from the tunnel near the med bay.

“Hey. What are you guys talking about?”

”I was just telling the guys about you and me at the battle of Darkmound Pass,” Bulkhead says, turning to face Wheeljack.

”That’s a heck of a story,” he muses.

“Yep. Tell it,” Bulkhead commands.

”Talk talk talk,” Miko interjects. “How about after we go off-roading—“

“Miko, stay out of this!”

Your eyes widen at the stern tone to Bulkhead’s words. Not once had you ever heard Bulkhead talk to Miko like that. You lock eyes with Cliffjumper and frown, but he only shrugs.

“Bulkhead, easy,” Arcee says.

”I’m not sure I’d—“ begins Wheeljack, but he’s cut off by Bulkhead.

”Tell it!”

”Fine, you wanna live in the past, Bulkhead.”

You glance at the other kids with a wary expression before turning back to look at Wheeljack.

“The Wreckers were trapped between a Decepticon patrol and the smelting pit. The Cons were vicious, bearing down on us with everything they had. Me and Bulkhead engaged the enemy, left them for scrap, then I made us a way out using their backsides as stepping stones to cross the molten metal,” Wheeljack finishes, looking back at Bulkhead. “Isn’t that how it happened?”

”Yeah, that’s exactly how it happened. Except for one little thing. I wasn’t there.”

You look from Bulkhead to Wheeljack in confusion as you hear Ratchet emit a small gasp, stopping his work to look at the bot. You can even see it in Wheeljack’s eyes, the realization that he messed up.

Oh. Ooooh.

And then you understand; this bot is not Wheeljack.

“I’d already left the Wreckers to join up with Optimus, but you wouldn’t know that if all you did was access Wheeljack’s public service record,” Bulkhead says.

“Bulkhead, what does that have to do with—“ Miko begins, but suddenly the imposter Wheeljack grabs her.

”Miko!” Bulkhead yells.

Before you can even fully process what just happened, Cliffjumper jumps in front of you protectively and turns his hand into a blaster.

“Stay back…or I’ll squeeze her into pulp,” the bot says, dropping the laid back voice of Wheeljack for something deeper and raspier.

It sends a small shiver down your spine as you look around Cliffjumper’s legs, anxiously seeing what would happen to Miko.

“Wheeljack, what are you doing?” Miko asks quickly.

”Decepticon coward, let the girl go and face me!” Bulkhead challenges, eyes narrowed to slits at the intruder.

“Don’t fret, plenty of fighting to come,” the Con taunts.

“Is there a real Wheeljack?” asks Jack.

”Oh indeed, and I expect lord Starscream is making sport of him.”

At the name of Starscream your face hardens slightly and you catch a look of discontent across Cliffjumper’s face as well. The look only deepens as you watch the Decepticon type in coordinates to the groundbridge and power it up, all while everyone remains helpless to stop it.

”About time,” the Con mutters. “Now, let’s get this party started.”

As Miko struggles against the Con’s grasp, a figure from the groundbridge flies through the air and kicks the imposter in the back. This causes him to crash to the ground, flinging Miko into the air in the process, and you watch with panic and then relief as she lands in the outstretched hands of Bulkhead.

“Are you alright?” you ask quickly once Miko is placed back on the ground.

She nods and you all turn around to face the figure from the groundbridge; it was Wheeljack, the real one.

“I’d shut that hole before the stink comes through,” he says.

Just then the Decepticon gets up and pulls out his swords, and so does the new Wheeljack. They begin circling each other in the base, a perfect mirror image, like sharks in the water. Bulkhead smashes his fists together and steps forward to join the fight, but the real Wheeljack stops him with a hand.

“Ugly’s mine.”

In one sudden motion the two Wheeljack's collide their swords and the fight begins. They twist and turn and circle some more, and you have trouble identifying which Wheeljack is the real one, though it seems you're not the only one.

“Which one is the real Wheeljack?” Raf asks, adjusting his glasses.

“Uh, I lost track!” Miko exclaims.

In one quick motion one of the Wheeljack disarms the other one, kicks it to the ground, grabs the disarmed bots’ sword, and points it at the bot.

“That’s my Jackie,” Bulkhead exclaims proudly.

The real Wheeljack stands over the imposter and sheaths his swords before looking towards Ratchet. “You, open the hole. It’s time to take out the trash,” and then he turns towards Bulkhead. “All yours.”

Ratchet opens the groundbridge and Bulkhead grabs the imposter, spins him around in the air a few times, and then chucks him straight into the groundbridge.

“Nice lob,” Wheeljack comments as the groundbridge closes.

***

Later that day, once Optimus had come back from his drive and been given all the details of what he’d missed, the base was back to normal. And this time when Miko pulls out her electric guitar, you hesitate when you turn to seek the comforting silence of the base’s roof, your footsteps halting just before you get to the elevator door on the raised platform. As you linger, you hear the tread of steps you’d come to recognize anywhere.

“Leaving the party so soon?”

You turn around and smile slightly as Cliffjumper cocks his head slightly and raises an eyebrow.

“Well…” you drag out the word before letting it die out.

You look down at the other kids and their guardians who are dancing to Miko’s music and a faint smile tugs at the corner of your mouth.

“Come on, kid, live a little,” Cliffjumper says, and extends his hand to you.

“It’s like a recurring nightmare,” you catch Ratchet saying from near the groundbridge lever.

“At least don’t turn into a grouch like him,” Cliffjumper smirks.

You let out a snort and Cliffjumper’s grin widens at the sound. Having made up your mind, you climb into his outstretched hand and let him gently lower you next to Jack on the main floor.

“Hey, welcome to the club,” Jack says with a playful nudge to your shoulder.

You laugh and start to sway from side to side in time with Miko’s music, watching Raf and Bumblebee dance the robot.

Well, naturally.

”…that my ship’s repaired, I’m itching to know…what else I might find out there,” you catch Wheeljack saying to Bulkhead.

“Wait, you’re leaving?” Miko exclaims, putting her guitar down and rushing over to Wheeljack. “Why?”

You see a look of sadness flash across his face before Bulkhead says, “Well, because some bots never change.”

“Wheeljack, know that you will always have a haven here,” Optimus says.

“Jackie never stays, but he always comes back,” Bulkhead says as he gives Wheeljack a side hug and a fist bump.

And with that, Wheeljack’s ship is located and you walk through the groundbridge with the others to send Wheeljack off.

“There’s room for two, Bulk,” Wheeljack offers. “Even with a backside like yours. Who knows who we might find out there…some of the old crew.”

As Bulkhead turns around Miko looks down at her toes with a solemn expression, and you quickly wrap an arm around her shoulders.

“It sounds like fun, Jackie, but my ties are here now. With them. With her,” Bulkhead says warmly.

Miko’s face lights up and Wheeljack smiles at her.

“If anything happens to my favorite Wrecker, I’m coming after you.”

“I’ll take good care of him,” Miko says. “Now say cheese.”

Pulling out her bright pink flip phone, Miko snaps a picture of Bulkhead and Wheeljack. After one more hug from the Wreckers, Wheeljack steps into his ship and starts the engines. It slowly rises into the air before turning around and blasting off, heading towards the setting sun. You all wave until Wheeljack’s ship shrinks to a small spec on the horizon before disappearing from sight.

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Ethereal- Chapter 2

TFP Optimus X Reader

After Y/n and her team move further into the desert, they finally uncover just what they were searching for...but things don't always go to plan and you just never know who's around.

(plz read notes at the end of this chapter for any clarifications you may need, also, I had to split this chapter up because it would be like 10,000 words, so chapter 3 (basically chapter 2.5 i dunno what to call it yet) may be up later or tomorrow, and chapter 4 (or chapter 3, again i dunno yet ) wil be out later this week

Wordcount- 4797

Warnings- depictions of violence

In the heart of the unforgiving desert, Y/n, Eira, Ash, and Cassius pressed onward with a resolve that seemed to defy the very elements themselves. The harsh desert winds swept around them, as if nature itself sought to deter their journey. Yet, Y/n clutched the enigmatic compass tightly in her hand, its cryptic symbols and ancient Greek inscription serving as their guide through the tempestuous desert.

'ΑΝΑΖΗΤΗΣΤΕ ΤΙ ΕΙΝΑΙ ΑΥΤΟ ΠΟΥ ΕΠΙΘΥΜΕΙΤΕ ΝΑ ΕΧΕΤΕ'—

"Seek what it is that you desire to possess."

As they ventured deeper into this desolate expanse, the desert unveiled its stark and haunting beauty. The shifting sand dunes, moulded and shaped by the relentless wind, resembled an undulating sea frozen in time. Each dune's peak caught the soft moonlight, casting them in an otherworldly silver glow, as if they were waves suspended in a celestial dance.

The wind, which had carved the land with patience and persistence, had also created towering cliffs of sandstone that now stood like ancient sentinels, their intricate layers a testament to the geological history spanning countless aeons. It was as if the desert itself whispered secrets of time and change to those who dared to listen.

Amidst the starkness, the air carried a surprisingly delicate scent – the faint, sweet aroma of desert flowers. These resilient blooms, hidden within the arid landscape, provided a fragrant oasis amidst the barren expanse. The juxtaposition of this subtle, natural perfume against the harsh backdrop of the desert created an eerie but captivating atmosphere.

With each step they took, the desert revealed more of its enigmatic allure, drawing the group further into its timeless embrace.

Scaling the towering dunes as the relentless wind battered their exposed skin, Cassius couldn't help but voice his growing concerns amidst the swirling tempest. His words were nearly lost in the cacophony of nature's fury. "Did this blasted windstorm just appear outta nowhere? Are we entirely sure we're heading in the right direction?"

Eira, her red hair dancing wildly in the relentless gusts, turned to face Cassius, her expression a mix of determination and confidence. Her voice, although strained by the winds, held resolute assurance. "The compass hasn't led us astray yet, Cassius. We've come too far to turn back now."

Amidst the harsh beauty of the desert, marred only by the relentless howl of the wind, Ash, ever audacious, leaned closer to Y/n. His words, though whispered, seemed to blend seamlessly with the wind's lament, his tone teasing and flirtatious. "Y'know, Y/n, I've always loved a woman who can focus on a task. It makes her all the more beautiful in the moonlight."

Y/n, her gaze locked on the ever-important compass, responded with a hint of exasperation as she placed a finger to Ash's lips, silencing his playful banter. Her voice was firm, filled with unwavering determination. "Ash, now is not the time for compliments or distractions."

Cassius, ever the eternal optimist, couldn't resist adding his own perspective with a touch of humor. "Yeah, Ash, let's save the compliments for when we're not in the middle of a sandstorm, huh?"

As if in response to their perseverance, the desert storm gradually relinquished its relentless grip, revealing their path forward. The wind's fury abated, unveiling an otherworldly realm before them. Towering rocky cliffs, weathered by countless years of exposure to the elements, stood sentinel-like against the shifting sands. Mysterious caverns pocked the landscape, their dark openings resembling gateways to a forgotten world.

Lowering the compass, Y/n surveyed their surroundings. The cavern's entrance loomed before them like a portal to an ancient realm. She felt a profound sense of purpose, as if guided by forces beyond her understanding. The compass, seemingly attuned to Y/n's intent, swirled with a faint, ethereal light. Its needle twitched erratically before settling on a direction. Y/n noticed the needle turn slightly towards a cavern to the right, its glow intensifying for a brief moment before dissipating into the night. Her voice held a quiet but resolute assurance. "This is it, whatever beast is here is hidden in this cavern, I guess."

Ash, seemingly undaunted by the elements, grinned playfully. "Lead the way, fearless leader. I'm right behind you."

Rolling her eyes in response to his ever-present playfulness, Y/n couldn't help but smile. "Just stick close, Ash. These caverns hold mysteries we can't even begin to imagine."

With their resolve unwavering, the small group ventured deeper into the labyrinthine cliffs and caves, transitioning from the desert's fury to this ancient, rocky sanctuary. The air grew cooler, carrying an aura of the unknown, as if they'd stepped into a realm untouched by time itself.

As they delved further into the cavern's depths, the silence weighed heavily on them, each footstep echoing like a heartbeat in this ancient sanctuary. Ash, seemingly undeterred by their surroundings, couldn't resist breaking the silence. His voice, while playful, held a hint of admiration. "Y/n, your take-charge attitude..."

Y/n interrupted, her tone gently admonishing, attempting to maintain focus amidst the eerie ambiance. "Ash, please, let's concentrate on why we're here."

Cassius, the ever-logical voice of reason, agreed with a nod. "She's right, Ash. We don't know what lies ahead."

Eira, her curiosity unabated, couldn't help but chime in. Her voice held a sense of wonder. "But that's what makes this thrilling, doesn't it? The mystery of the unknown."

With each step, the cavern beckoned, its darkness concealing secrets and possibilities beyond their imagination. The group ventured deeper into the labyrinthine passages, the rocky walls seeming to close in around them. The narrow corridors led them into a profound sense of isolation, and they navigated through tight squeezes and winding tunnels, each twist and turn shrouding them further in the enigmatic embrace of the cavern's depths.

Deep within the labyrinthine passages, their exploration led them to an astonishing discovery—a vast underground chamber that seemed to exist in a world of its own. This subterranean sanctuary bathed in an eerie azure glow, and the source of this mystical illumination was a multitude of blue, bioluminescent crystals that adorned the cavern's walls. These mesmerizing gems appeared to pulse with an otherworldly energy, casting enchanting shadows that danced gracefully across the chamber's expansive walls.

The allure of these crystals was undeniable, their unnatural radiance drawing the group towards them like moths to a flame. Eira, her fiery hair dancing wildly in the eerie azure glow, couldn't help but voice her amazement at the crystals. "These gems... they're like something out of a fairy tale, ain't they?"

Cassius, the analytical thinker of the group, couldn't help but feel a growing sense of unease. "But why are they glowing with such intensity? It's as if they have a purpose beyond mere aesthetics."

Ash, usually the playful one, now wore an expression tinged with caution as he eyed the radiant gems with suspicion. "I hate to be the buzzkill, but does anyone else find it strange that they're putting on this light show just for us? Something feels off."

Y/n, always attuned to her instincts, shifted her focus away from the entrancing crystals. She sensed it—the subtle shift in the shadows, a presence lurking beyond their sight. Her silver eyes scanned the chamber, and her voice carried a newfound urgency. "Listen up, everyone. We've got company, and it's not here to share the view. Keep your senses sharp."

In this surreal chamber, the group found themselves teetering on the precipice between mesmerising beauty and imminent peril, where the mystique of the crystals clashed head-on with the encroaching threat that had emerged from the shadows.

As if guided by an unspoken pact etched into their very souls, they reached for their pendants, hanging on chains around their necks, and triggered a transformation that transcended the boundaries of the physical world. In a breathtaking display of power, metal and cloth flowed and weaved across their forms, each unique set manifesting their individual patrons and the extraordinary abilities they possessed.

The stakes had never been higher, and in that pivotal moment, their existence pulsed with an unwavering determination to confront the ominous danger that loomed ever closer.

Ash couldn't hide his amazement and muttered, "Now, this is what I call an upgrade! Feels great to finally have the occasion to wear this again." He gestured towards his revamped attire with enthusiasm. His clothes had undergone a striking transformation, thick fabric woven from deep forest greens covered his form, while thick carved oak covered his chest and other vulnerable areas, such as his knees, groyne area, and forearms. Crystal-edged amethyst daggers, gleaming with an enchanting emerald sheen, were now tucked into his belt that wrapped snugly around his waist, resembling ivy clinging to his form.On his waist, a mystical flute, carved from an ancient, enchanted wood, hung with intricate symbols of branches and leaves etched into its surface. It resonated with the very soul of nature, allowing Ash to summon its magic through melodious tunes. Its notes could heal, manipulate, and even mesmerise, making it a versatile tool in his quest to protect and nurture the natural world. An intricately carved wooden headpiece obscured his face, while the top split into two curved peaks resembling ram horns, emphasizing his connection with the untamed wilderness. Only his eyes were visible, and they now intensified in vibrancy, resembling glowing pools of a green lagoon.

Eira's attire radiated swiftness, agility, and grace. Her azure armour, reminiscent of a clear sky, bore intricate golden sigils that seemed to ripple with the fluidity of the fastest winds.

Secured gracefully at her sides were twin blades, their hilts crafted in the likeness of wings, poised to carry her with the elegance of a soaring bird. Her feet were adorned with sandals featuring delicate, wing-like extensions, paying homage to her patron deity's gift of unbridled speed and grace.A diaphanous hood, woven with the finest ethereal threads, hid her face with an alluring air. Through this silken shroud, only the cerulean glimmer of her eyes could be discerned, like twin sapphires gleaming amidst the starlit night. Her eyes had undergone a transformation, shifting from their once deep blue hue to a vibrant cerulean, mirroring the boundless skies and adding an extra layer of allure to her agile and enigmatic presence.

Cassius, the master of the forge and champion of the flames, adorned himself in an extraordinary suit of armour, a testament to his prowess as a weaponsmith and wielder of fire. His metal vest was crafted from a rare and enchanted metal known as Embersteel, which bore the fiery hues of smouldering embers and volcanic fury.The chestplate of his armour featured intricate etchings and motifs, reminiscent of the swirling patterns found within the heart of a blazing furnace. These markings told stories of his legendary craftsmanship and his mastery over the art of war.The raven haired man’s gauntlets were no ordinary pieces of hand protection; they were his weapons themselves, works of art that pulsed with inner heat. Fashioned to resemble the blazing heart of a volcano, these gauntlets allowed him to channel the fury of a forge into his strikes. Each punch carried the explosive force of a volcanic eruption.

His helmet was a masterpiece of intimidation and function. Crafted in the likeness of a fearsome blacksmith's visage, it concealed Cassius's face behind a mask of determination and strength. From within, his once brown eyes now gleamed like amber gems, reflecting the molten fires of his inner power.

Y/n stood as a formidable force, her attire a harmonious blend of shadows and moonlight. Her obsidian and silver armour bore intricate, ever-changing patterns that seemed to dance with grace. Each piece was a work of art, a testament to her mastery. This armour was more than just protection; it was a statement of her power Atop her head rested a captivating headpiece adorned with moonstones that gleamed with an ethereal light. The headpiece was veiled in the finest, darkest lace, a shroud that concealed most of her features but allowed a glimpse of her enigmatic eyes. Her gaze was a mesmerising cycle of colours, shifting between a radiant silver gleam, reminiscent of moonlight on water, and a regal, captivating purple that spoke of raw, untamed power.Behind that veil, her eyes burned with an intensity that could bewitch anyone who dared to meet her gaze. They were a window to her soul, revealing the intricate interplay of her emotions and magic. Her eyes, like the ever-changing phases of the moon, were a testament to her mastery over both herself and the mystical forces that swirled around her.

But what truly set her apart were her hands. Covered in an array of intricate, magical markings, they were tools of both creation and destruction. Her nails, once human, had transformed into long, razor-sharp, metallic claws that possessed a certain otherworldly elegance. They could cut with precision or rend flesh from bone, a testament to her mastery over both magic and the physical world. Y/n was not merely a force to be reckoned with; she was a living embodiment of otherworldly glamour and power. Her presence exuded an aura of mystique and allure, and her every movement was a mesmerising dance that left those who witnessed it spellbound.

Within the cavern's shrouded embrace, Y/n's sharp gaze cut through the encroaching darkness, dissecting every detail with unwavering resolve. An eerie magenta mist, reminiscent of the malevolent aura they'd once encountered in Greece, began to unfurl, obscuring the boundaries of their reality. In the midst of this spectral haze, the creature's predatory eyes blazed with a baleful crimson.

"MOVE" Y/n's voice, filled with urgency and unwavering authority, cut through the thickening tension like a bolt of lightning. Their survival depended on their ability to disperse, to escape the looming grasp of the ferocious beast that materialised from the shadows, now bathed in the eerie light of the cavern's glowing crystals.

Now, bathed in the eerie embrace of spectral light, the creature stood unveiled before them, the very same monster that took Olympus’ mightiest hero 30 days to defeat.. The Nemean lion, in all of its devilish and deranged spectre. Its once-golden eyes had been consumed by malevolent crimson, burning like an infernal fire at the heart of this abyssal terror.

Towering at a colossal fifteen feet, it casted a looming shadow that defied nature's laws—an embodiment of primal, unyielding might. Cloaked in obsidian resilience, its sinewy physique was adorned with fur that clung tenaciously, but now matted and tangled, a symbol of its indomitable pride succumbing to the abyss.

Wickedly sharp claws gleamed with an intent as cruel as it was deadly, orchestrating a symphony of menace and destruction with every strike. The creature, now wholly demonic and out for blood, unleashed a deafening roar, a harbinger of unrelenting violence that sent shivers through the group.

As the tremors of anxiety coursed through their veins, Y/n's voice, a lifeline amidst the encroaching pandemonium, resounded once more, "Scatter and don’t stop moving! We can't let it focus on a single target!"

With a deafening roar that shook the very foundation of the cavern, the beast unleashed its fury, swatting and pouncing at each individual with deadly precision. Panic and desperation reigned as they struggled to evade its relentless assault.

Amidst the frenzy, Ash, fueled by a mixture of fear and bravado, couldn't resist a quip. He taunted the creature with a sly grin, shouting, "Here kitty kitty!" He darted out of harm's way just in time, causing the beast to smash against the rocky walls in futile rage, as if the lion had taken personal offence to his jest.

Cassius, completely frustrated and searching for a solution, turned to Ash with a mix of exasperation and hope. "Ash, anything you can do with that flute of yours? Maybe play it a lullaby?"

Ash, with a smirk, raised the flute to his lips but seemed to hit all the wrong notes, creating a cacophony that could wake the dead. He muttered to himself, "Guess it's more of a 'wake the beast' tune." His humour shone through even in the direst of situations, as the Lion, clearly not appreciating his musical talents, roared in irritation and launched itself once more in a fury.

Amid the chaos, the Nemean Lion, now a twisted and deranged version of its former self, turned its savage gaze toward Eira. Her fiery red hair swirled like a tempest as she ascended from the ground, propelled by the divine wings on her sandals. She wielded her twin blades with skill and determination, each strike aimed at the lion's crimson eyes, but it seemed like trying to scratch an impenetrable fortress.

Frustration laced her voice as she yelled to her companions, "I can't even scratch its hide! We need a plan, fast!"

Cassius, his voice trembling with a glimmer of hope, shouted to Y/n, "Can't you do something? It's a lion, it’s one of your creatures !"

Y/n responded with a hint of exasperation, "Cassius, I've already tried. This creature was never created by Hecate. There's no reasoning with it, i’ve already tried reaching into its’ mind. It's gone through the same transformation as the other beasts in Greece. Our only options are to send it back through the archway or... well, you know."

As tensions rose on the battlefield, Y/n's frustration grew as she struggled to make Cassius understand the futility of taming this monstrous foe. But their conversation abruptly ended as the Nemean Lion, a nightmarish force of fury, hurtled menacingly toward them.

Cassius, resolute in his determination, readied a colossal fist to strike the creature's grotesque face. Yet Y/n, in an act of unparalleled heroism, shielded her raven-haired companion. Her arms thrust forward, and with a voice that echoed with primal power, she roared, "Aspida!"

The h/c haired woman’s incantation materialised in a flash, conjuring a colossal, translucent silver barrier just in the nick of time. The monstrous beast crashed into the ethereal shield, claws and teeth slashing viciously. Y/n grunted, struggling under the immense strain of the creature's relentless assault, her resolve unwavering. With a primal scream, she summoned every ounce of her strength, pushing the shield forward and forcing the beast to stagger back.

Without missing a beat, Y/n shouted another ancient incantation, "Fotia!" A torrent of scorching waves surged forth, colliding with the still-grounded lion. The creature howled and thrashed in agony as the spell seemed to momentarily disoriented it, but its formidable exterior remained unscathed.

Amidst this chaotic dance of magic and might, the group communicated with frantic urgency:

Ash, deftly evading the lion's lunges, called out to Eira, "Eira, keep trying to blind it! Target those eyes!"

Eira, a blur of divine swiftness, replied, "I'm giving it all I've got, Ash, but it's like striking stone!"

Cassius, his fiery aura blazing brightly, urgently declared, "We're running out of time! Y/n, any ideas?"

Y/n, beads of sweat forming on her brow as she upheld the shield and continued the onslaught, grunted in response, "We need to find a way to weaken it further! Keep hitting it with everything you've got!"

As Ash, Eira, and Cassius synchronized their attacks in a desperate bid against the Nemean Lion, the cavern echoed with the symphony of divine power clashing with malevolence. Their concerted effort was a dazzling display of unity and determination.

Yet, the beast was far from docile. With a thunderous roar, it unleashed a shockwave of sheer force, sending them tumbling through the air like leaves in a tempest. Ash, Eira, and Cassius rolled with the impact, their onslaught disrupted but their spirits undeterred. They quickly regained their footing, poised to re engage in the relentless fray.

Amidst the swirling chaos, Y/n's voice cut through the tumult, now laden with newfound determination. "I've got a plan! Just keep that monster occupied!"

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As Arcee, Bumblebee, and Bulkhead cautiously approached the cavern's mouth, they found themselves thrust into a nightmarish symphony of chaos. The air reverberated with desperate shouts and screams, blending with the ominous clash of weaponry and the thunderous roars that echoed from within. Flickering lights danced ominously at the entrance, casting eerie, pulsating shadows that seemed to whisper malevolent intent. There was no denying it; this wasn't a mere anomaly or sensor glitch. Something extraordinary—and perilous—was unfolding in the depths.

Yet, it wasn't just the chaotic sounds that piqued Arcee's interest. As a seasoned scout and an expert in reconnaissance, she activated her field scanner, delving deeper into the cavern's enigmatic heart. The readings on her heads-up display (HUD) unveiled a startling revelation - it wasn't merely four unusual life signatures, but five, and each emitted an escalating surge of power.

Amidst the frenetic scene within the cavern, Bulkhead couldn't resist a quip, "Well, sounds like a real party in there."

Bumblebee, his agreeable nature conveyed through a series of beeps and whirls, joined in the jest.

However, Arcee's keen sensors perceived something beyond the cacophony. Her sharp optics scrutinized the cavern's interior, revealing more than she had initially expected. She interjected, her voice tinged with uncertainty, "Hold on, guys. It's not just four life signatures in there anymore. There are five. Something's amiss."

The revelation sent a ripple of intrigue and unease through their com-link conversation. Optimus Prime, their steadfast leader, issued a directive. "Arcee, we must gain a clear understanding of what's transpiring inside that cavern. I'll groundbridge myself to your coordinates. We cannot disregard the potential threat lurking within."

Ratchet, the ever-cautious medic, expressed his reservations, "My designated duties are with the humans, Optimus. But if this situation escalates—"

Optimus raised his servo in a gesture of understanding, interjecting as a look of mutual understanding passed between them, "I comprehend your concerns, Ratchet. However, with an imminent threat looming, it's prudent to have you on standby for a swift extraction, in case we find ourselves caught in a crossfire and need to remove ourselves."

Ratchet hummed in understanding and nodded, his attention returning to the mass of data displayed on his screen. He mused aloud, "These readings are unlike anything I've ever seen."

Meanwhile, not far from the two towering mechanical giants, Miko squirmed with anticipation on her seat on the couch. A mischievous grin overtook her features as she protested her exclusion, never one to shy away from excitement. "I want to go!"

Raf and Jack, acting as the voices of reason, attempted to convince her otherwise. "Miko, we don't know what's happening in there. It could be too dangerous."

But Miko, driven by curiosity and an unquenchable thirst for adventure, remained undeterred. "I want to see what kind of battle this is."

As Arcee prepared to acknowledge Optimus's plan, a sudden shift in the cavern's shadows caught her attention. Before she could react, a powerful beast launched itself at her, colliding with force and sending her crashing to the ground. Ferocious snarls punctuated by biting and clawing attacks resounded against her sleek metal frame.

Bumblebee and Bulkhead, alarmed and determined, shouted her name through the com-link as they rushed to confront the lion-like creature. Their voices echoed with urgency, "Arcee!"

Optimus and Ratchet, their concern palpable, called out in tandem as the com-link abruptly cut off, leaving them in a tense and anxious silence. The last sounds they heard were a series of grunts and growls.

Amidst the desert, Bulkhead and Bumblebee sprang into action, their towering frames moving with unwavering determination as they advanced on the relentless beast. The cavern's depths were aglow with the dazzling bursts of energy from Bulkhead's gauntlets and the electrifying brilliance of Bumblebee's stingers. With every discharge, the rocky walls bore witness to the ferocity of their assault.

"Ratchet, ready the groundbridge, NOW!" The command came from the red and blue mech, urgency lacing his voice.

Yet, the beast, in the face of this unrelenting onslaught, exhibited an unyielding resolve. With primal instinct, it lunged ferociously towards Bumblebee, its jaws snapping with malevolent intent. But just as it was about to strike, the cavern echoed with a chorus of determined footfalls, a rhythmic cadence of determination. Accompanied by the reverberation of these steps was a commanding voice, rich and resonant, speaking in a language foreign to all those present. "FOTIA!" she declared, her voice carrying an otherworldly authority that seemed to shape the very air.

In the blink of an eye, the cave's abyss responded to her summons. From the heart of darkness, an eruption of searing waves surged forth—a radiant tempest of energy. The sheer force of this celestial onslaught struck the beast with the weight of an ancient god's fury, propelling it backward, a pitiful creature flung nearly a hundred feet through the cavern's depths. The roars of agony and frustration reverberated, and the menacing aura that once enveloped it was momentarily quelled.

Recovering from her collision with the creature, Arcee regained her footing, joining Bulkhead and Bumblebee in taking a resolute stance. Their collective attention shifted from the now-retreating adversary to the cavern's entrance. Emerging from the depths of darkness, four enigmatic figures came into view. These mysterious beings were adorned in suits of armor that defied conventional understanding—an intricate blend of ancient aesthetics. With weapons held poised for action, they exude an air of solemnity and readiness.

As Ash and Y/n emerged from the cavern, their eyes beheld a sight that defied belief. Ash, his curiosity reaching its zenith, couldn't resist quipping, "So your brilliant plan was to just drag this monster's ass outside, huh?"

Y/n responded with a hint of amusement, "Well, the roof was about to come down on us. What did you expect us to do, become cave pancakes?"

However, as they scanned the surrounding desert landscape, their gazes were drawn to an even more bewildering spectacle. Ash, unable to contain his intrigue, directed his inquiry to the mysterious mechanical beings whose blue optics regarded them with equal inquisitiveness. "Well, hello there. But what in the heck are you guys?"

The Autobots, their towering forms glistening like titans amidst the desert heat, instinctively readied their formidable weaponry. Suspicion lingered in their narrowed optics. The figure shrouded in black and silver armour, the apparent leader, raised a commanding hand, and her voice, firm and unwavering, bore an air of unquestionable authority that compelled even the Autobots to momentarily hesitate.

"Stand down," she ordered, her tone unyielding. "Our business is not with you."

With a cautious glance toward the towering Autobots, she refocused her attention on the beast, which, despite being back on all fours, still appeared dazed from the previous onslaught. Wasting no time, Y/n quietly muttered another incantation under her breath, weaving a spell that would link her mind with those of her companions standing alongside her.

"Syndesmos..."

As the spell took hold, she felt a unique connection forming between herself and the four others by her side. With haste, she conveyed her thoughts, ensuring that the towering mechanical beings wouldn't overhear her intentions.

"Listen closely," she transmitted through the shared mental space. "We confront this creature right here and now. We won't abandon our mission just because an unexpected variable has entered the equation. However, those colossal beings seem to possess consciousness and souls—I think. They're not just remote-controlled machines. Be cautious with our real names; we know nothing about their affiliations or motives."

A chorus of agreements resonated within the mental link, underscoring their collective determination. With that, Y/n severed the connection by invoking another spell.

"Aposyndeo..."

As the ethereal connection dissolved, the beast, now recovering its wits, crouched once more on all fours. Y/n prepared to cast another ethereal barrier, her strategy leaning heavily on harnessing her team's supernatural powers rather than relying solely on conventional weaponry. Just as she was about to recite the incantation, a dramatic turn of events unfolded.

A swirling vortex of radiant light and verdant energy erupted amidst the desert's darkness. Through this luminous portal emerged a colossal, blue and red semi-truck, hurtling forth with unstoppable force. In a thunderous collision, it struck the beast, sending the massive creature into a chaotic tumble.

Y/n's eyes widened in sheer disbelief at this unforeseen intervention. Beside her, Ash, with his characteristic audacity, couldn't resist commenting on the extraordinary spectacle. "Well, I'll be damned. That's something you don't witness every day."

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Hi hello! please like this and follow for more upfates but just for clarification about y/ns spells and what they meand and a side note

I will NOT be stcking closely to ancient greek mythology, it will be tweaked here and there to serve the purpose of this story, also all incantations and "ancient greek" are highly butchered but i did what i could.

some carification on y/ns spells in this chapter

Aspida- a spell that y/n is able to cast that forms a protective barrier, made of suurounding light, she can accomidate for any size and when use effectvley, can also be used as a battering ram.

Fotia- a spell that summons fire and is launched at high speeds, and almost never missess

Syndesmos- a spell that is able to connect and speak into the minds of people without using verbal communication

Aposyndeo- a spell that breaks the syndesmos enchantment

Anyways i will try and get this next chapter up as soon as i can, love you all and the big man and you will meet in the next chapter... as well as introductions. FINALLY.

Love, Blip x

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riskyraiker · 7 months

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So I saw your requests were open and that you do both x men and tfp, leading to me wondering how would the team prime and the cons react to a mutant reader? And could readers mutant ability be like Johny Storm from Fantastic 4? (Keep up the good work 👍)

LOVE IT! ALSO YOU GET EXTRA POINTS FOR MIXING UP TFP AND X-MEN. I wrote this as platonic. Let me know if you want any romantic version

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How did you end up like this? No one knows, but they don't even know you're like this. Ecxept Miko, Raf and Jack, since you know that they're friends with huge fraggin robots. When you met the bots it wasn't the best situation, because you were enraged about the events that happened at home that day. Almost engulfed in flames you calm down when you spot Miko talk to a bit bulky bot behind an abandonded building. You saw the bots which resulted in you being brought to the base. You were amazed that you could forget the sorrow you have for being different. You grew close with the team really quick, even Ratchet took a liking to you. The moment the team sees your ability for the first time was when they were cornered by cons in a energon mine. Since there was no backup at the moment you ran out and light yourself up. At first the autobots thought you were an alien or something, but when they realize it's you they didn't believe it at first. The vehicons weren't so lucky since you almost melted some of their limbs. Once the fight was done they just stared at you. "Uhh..guys? Does anyone have some spare clothes?"

Optimus Prime

He would be confused. Like literally confused which is rare, but still you managed to achieve it.

You're human and fire should hurt you. How do you light yourself on fire?!

The moment you tell them that you're a mutant and your not the only one they start to do some research on these so called "mutants"

He would ask you what you can do and what your abilities are.

Doesn't like the idea of having you on the battlefield even if it means that the autobots have the upperhand

You're now his child. No objections.

The team needs help? You're there to melt them down and that earns you a big lecture from Optimus about how they can't risk human lives.

If he's wounded you would melt the metal gently and repair it.

Since he's made of metal some of his plating might be cold. So he absolutely loves how you work like an furnace.

Ratchet

Almost freaked out by your abilities.

"Y/N IS ON FIRE BY THE ALL SPARK WHY IS NO ONE DOING ANYTHING"

The moment he gets to know about your so called mutation he turns into a fragging scientist. Blood samples, dna samples and etc.

Anytime there's any need for repairs he just picks you up and points where repair is needed.

"Fix it, you're smaller, steadier and you're hot"

He wouldn't realize his mistake until you laugh straight into his face "what's so funny? Wha- NO NOT LIKE THAT"

He would love your help in the medbay since you can mold wounds.

Your now his favorite assistant in medbay and in the lab

Bumblebee

He thinks you're so awesome! A human who can light themselves on fire with no harm?!

He would ask you to fly or use any other abilities out or nowhere because he wants to see you as your true self

If you could understand him he would straight up just rant how cool you are. He also gave you a nickname which is Firefly

He loves giving you hugs since you're so warm.

He's in trouble? They're melted before he can even ask for backup

He's your big bro now and Raf your lil bro. You're the best sibling duo there is.

On cold nights he would just keep you on his shoulder so he could feel your warmth close to his face so he can relax

Arcee

Oh she would be speechless. You can melt vehicons, fly somehow and just in general use your abilities

You're now her favorite human (BYE JACK)

She would love to watch you make fireshows

Your warmth would comfort her since she's lonely sometimes

She would call you as backup anytime the team is struggling

✨The sassy team✨

Oh you two would be unstoppable. Cybertronian femme whose sassy and a mutant who is also sassy.

Bulkhead

Oh he would take you for a drive to ask you all kind of questions

First he thought the cons lit you on fire and panicked

After that he wants to see your abilities. That includes you having clothes on (of course🤨)

He would be so interested, but terrified about your ability to melt cybertronians

He's a wrecker! Of course your abilities will be useful.

He wouldn't like the idea of you in the battlefield, but still is amazed how well you handle it.

The big chunky guy is usually warm but won't mind some extra warmth from your body in the colder days.

He's bored? Be ready to fire up.

Wheeljack

Oh oh oh! You'll never hear the end of it. He's around every corner begging you to light up.

He's more chaotic than bulkhead so of course he's after you all the time and asking you to set things on fire.

Wouldn't actually mind going on patrol with you since you're so awesome

He would secretly carry you around on missions to have you melt the cons. I bet he would stare sadisticly.

But don't worry he wouldn't risk your life! If you want to stay safe he won't bother you anymore. (Maybe)

Any old enemy of his he managed to meet on earth would most likely be melted by his request to bring you along.

Ultra Magnus

He would not be happy about you breaking protocol and not staying in the base.

But he would be grateful about you saving the team

"Aaww you're worried about me" No teasing! Now you're in for a 1 hour long lecture

He would find your mutation interesting, but would let it be since he's a robot himself

He's always cold. Mentally. And! Physically so he wouldn't admit it but does love your body warmth.

Smokescreen

"YOU'RE ON FIRE?! COOL!" Wouldn't understand that isn't normal until he's back in his senses. "YOU'RE ON FIRE! AHH PRIMUS WHY ARE YOU ON FIRE!?"

Would absolutely love your abilities even if you would be insecure about being 'different'

If you ever would kick decepticon aft he's your 1# fan in the background

He finds beauty in fire so he thinks you and your abilities are absolutely stunning

If he's scared about succeeding or about the future you would be there on his shoulder warm like an oven which calms him down

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The team were in trouble. Why? There was a surprise attack by Megatron himself. You flew through the groundbridge so you could help the team. You were almost too late as Megatron had his servo/sword up and about to strike Optimus. Hurrying you catch on to his servo and start to heat up, melting his servo in the process. "GAHH! WHAT ARE YOU!?" Megatrons sword and blaster were both out of the game since you melted most of his servo. Having the upperhand, the cons give up and leave. There was one con left. Megatron. "This isn't over, Optimus. Not with you and your firey PET!" Oh oh, he was pissed!

Megatron

That little mutant dare to melt his servo!

He didn't even know you're a human with a mutation until soundwave found footage and info about you.

Would try to get revenge on you, but doesn't want to risk losing his servo again.

For once the warlord was worried about his opponent.

If you could melt his servo, could you melt your way through his whole frame?

He didn't show it, but the thought actually made him shudder.

He couldn't lose to a pathetic human who is 10 times smaller than him.

In short, he hates your guts but loves your abilities.

Soundwave

The moment Megatron asked to find information about you, a switch flipped in his processor.

Finally he found a human interesting. A extraordinary human to be specific

If he had time he would try to see you on cameras so he could catch you for Megatron

He wasn't scared or anything, but would be slightly worried could you melt his screen off?

He did almost catch you, but you lit up inside him so he had to drop you out before he would fall down from the sky.

Knew that you're stronger than anybot thinks. Wouldn't mess with you unless he has something to overpower you for example: some relics

Knockout

If he ever I MEAN EVER sees you in action he would definitely run away and protect his paintjob.

Fire + his beautiful plating/paint job did NOT go together.

If you would try to attack him, you won't see him after a while. He's AFRAID of you.

Would always seem busy when he heard lord Megatron talk about a mission where you could be involved.

"Knockout!" The cherry red medic saluted. "You have a mission to go an retrieve a relic. Y/N could be there, so be quick." "My Liege I'm in the middle of a medical check up I don't have t-time. Send breakdown. He's willing to do it."

If you're on the nemesis he would run away like from the bot zombies in season 3 of tfp xD

Shockwave

You're mutation was...illogical

A human shouldn't be able to light themselves on fire

Would ask permission from Megatron to take you as a test subject.

Be careful not to be caught by him! It would be worse than having others afraid of you and your freaky abilities.

He wanted to see how you could work with your abilities. How could he make them..Logical

Wouldn't be afraid of you. Oh no no no. He would be so so so interested about your abilities he wouldn't care if he would get melted at the same time.

Predaking

He would love your abilities to be on flames, but! Since he's a decepticon and a predacon ofcourse he has to attack you.

Would speak to you someway or another in his bipedal mode during a mission

If he need fire styled company, he would try to contact you. He doesn't care if you're part of the autobots. You're his friend

Frag Megatron and Shockwave. You're warm like him! You're now his grandchild!

You would joke around that he's your actual king! Since you both are fire themed basically.

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dragonridernoobie · 2 months

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Hello, can I place an order?

The reader has a pet owl (Lona), and one day she shows it to children and Autobots

this bird is very playful)

she would climb up to everyone, sit on their heads, look at them continuously and scare them, but Miko would be delighted)

Good luck!

Ok, I like this, and I don't think I've done an owl request before, so this will be awesome! Also, i chose a barn owl since i think they are the coolest owl out there. By the way, thank you for being Paitent since my hand/arm is injured.

Reader X TFPAutobpts

(Pet owl edition)

What started this was simple. (Y/N) simple said they had a Pet owl when the kids started to discuss about pets and what they wanted to get.

This caused a lot of them to turn their heads to (Y/N) and asked for pictures. So (Y/N) showed them.

(You're owl)

They where so amazed by this that they begged (Y/N) to bring it. (Y/N) had to ask optimus first to make sure it's ok.

So, (Y/N) went to optimus and asked, but ofcorse he dident know what a owl was so he allowed them to bring it since he wanted to see what an owl was.

So, the next day, (Y/N) arrived at the bass with their lona, the Barn Owl. The kids immediately came to see long and (Y/N) let them pet her and hold her.

Miko was the most excited since they always liked owls. (I see her as a owl girl)

Soon, the other autobots come to see what an owl was.

Ratchet didn't like the owl since it's weird how its head moves all the way around.

Bulkhead was scared of Lona because of how it kept moving it's head around weirdly.

Arcee was in love with Lona since, in her eyes, "lona looks like a strong Hunter."

Bumblebee loved Lona since she was playful. Always nibbling at his fingers and hooting every time he made a noise

Optimus was the most amazed by the animal. Since he never seen a creature like this. He was even more amazed when (Y/N) explained about everything about owls.

Like, they can't move their eyes so they have to move their head. They have one of the best hearing and eyesight out of the animal kingdom, and most amazing of all, they mate for life and they have a strong bond with their partners. (I don't if the last part is true but I know some owls mate for life)

Optimus was indeed impressed and held Lona. Letting her climb on him and he did enjoy her hooting.

Jack was nervous to hold her but got it down.

Raphael was excited since he was never really allowed to hold or pet animals back home so this was fun.

Miko was just being miko.

Maybe next time you can show them you're snake.

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random-fandom1984 · 6 months

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MASTER LIST

Request are open!

ALLOWED:

●Fluff ●Yandere ●Angst ●Crossovers ●Character x Reader ●Character x Character ●References to other fandoms ●Comfort ●Headcanons ●Reader/Character from one dimension/universe getting sent to a different one (tfp x tfa, trollhunters x zak storm, etc)

●others to be added

NOT ALLOWED:

●NSFW ●Pedophilia ●Incest ●Certain sensitive topics (rape, abuse, etc) ●Other's OC's (I don't have the confidence to do that)

FANDOMS

Transformers

Tfa:

General: - Predacon! Reader in TFA

Optimus Prime - Wattpad Story: Deadly Voice - Yandere! TFP! & TFA! Optimus x Chubby! Gn Reader Ratchet Prowl Bumblebee Bulkhead Jazz Jettwins Ultra Magnus Megatron Starscream (+clones) Lugnut Blitzwing Blackarachnia/Elita-1 Grimlock Wreck-Gar Soundwave Longarm Prime/Shockwave - All It Takes Is A Potion to Show How Much I'm Obsessed With You Wasp/Waspinator

Tfp:

Optimus Prime - Yandere TFP! & TFA! Optimus x Chubby! Gn Reader Ratchet Arcee Cliffjumper Smokescreen Bumblebee - Bumblebee x SG! Cybertronian Reader Bulkhead Wheeljack Ultra Magnus Megatron - Decepticons Meets Sparklings Starscream - Decepticons Meets Sparklings Soundwave - Decepticons Meets Sparklings Shockwave - Decepticons Meets Sparklings Predaking - Decepticons Meets Sparklings 5t3v3(Steve) - Decepticons Meets Sparklings Knockout - Decepticons Meets Sparklings Breakdown - Decepticons Meets Sparklings Dreadwing - Decepticons Meets Sparklings Arachnid Unicron

Tfe

Optimus - Sparklings Megatron - Sparklings Bumblebee - Sparklings Elita-1 - Sparklings Soundwave - Sparklings Shockwave - Sparklings Tarantulas - Sparklings Terrans(PLATONIC ONLY) Swindle Starscream

Tfg1

Optimus Prime - Calling Optimus Prime Dad Prowl Jazz Bumblebee Ratchet Megatron Starscream Skywarp Thundercracker Reflector Soundwave - Soundwave x Cybertronian Reader Part 1 Shockwave Grimlock Unicron Other Autobots and Decepticons

Tfbw

Optimus Primal Rattrap Rhinox Cheetor -His Sea Goddess (Cheetor x Cybertronian Reader with an Octopus alt-mode) Dinobot Megatron Tarantulas Waspinator

Tfrid2015

Bumblebee Sideswipe Strongarm Fix-it Grimlock Drift Steeljaw Thunderhoof Fracture Underbite Saberhorn

TF1

Orion Pax/Optimus Prime D-16/Megatron B-127/Bumblebee Elita-1 Starscream Soundwave Shockwave Sentinel Prime

LEGO MONKIE KID

Mk Mei Red Son Jin & Yin Spider Queen Azure Lion Macaque Sun Wukong Nezha Syntax Huntsman Goliath (Strong Spider) Peng Lady Bone Demon Not Mayor

ZAK STORM

Zak Storm (PLATONIC ONLY) Cece Crogar Clovis (PLATONIC ONLY) Caramba (PLATONIC ONLY) Calabrass (PLATONIC ONLY) Golden Bones

Trollhunters/3Below/Wizards

Angor Rot Gunmar Bular Aaarrrgghh Blinky (Blinkous) Nomura Draal Krel Tarron & Aja Tarron (PLATONIC ONLY) Varvatos Tronos Madu Zadra Zeron Alpha Nari Skrael Bellroc

Cookie Run Kingdom

Gingerbrave (PLATONIC ONLY) Wizard Cookie (PLATONIC ONLY) Strawberry Cookie (PLATONIC ONLY) Custard Cookie Ⅲ (PLATONIC ONLY) Chili Pepper Cookie Licorice Cookie Poison Mushroom Cookie (PLATONIC ONLY) Dark Choco Cookie Red Velvet Cookie Pomegranate Cookie Dark Enchantress Cookie Pure Vanilla Cookie White Lily Cookie Hollyberry Cookie Golden Cheese Cookie Dark Cacao Cookie Princess Cookie (PLATONIC ONLY) Knight Cookie (PLANTONIC ONLY) Caramel Arrow Cookie Crunchy Chip Cookie Affogato Cookie Captain Caviar Cookie Black Pearl Cookie/White Pearl Cookie Shadow Milk Cookie Mystic Flour Cookie

Others to be added

Adventure Time: Fionna & Cake

Fionna Cake (PLATONIC ONLY) Gary Marshall Lee Scarab Prismo Simon (PLATONIC ONLY) Marceline (Vampireworld version) Bonnibell Bubblegum (Vampireworld version)

WHEN REQUESTING (More rules will be added later):

●Include the fact whether or not your request is platonic or romantic; If romantic, is Y/n or character in a relationship, and if not, who is the romantic interest(s)?

●Give me some of the plot of what you're thinking for your request. If you don't, and I don't know what you want it to be about, or I can't think of what to make up- Example:

Optimus x Reader. Angst. Reader is male.

I don't know what the plot should be, or what it should involve. Like, if it's good enough that I can think of what it could be, then yeah, sure, but that will be a rare chance with me. But if it's like this- Example:

Aaarrrgghh x Reader. Comfort. Basically, the reader has had a bad day at work/school, and the two of them just cuddle and enjoy the silence in each other's arms, slowly falling asleep.

Then I will be able to think of how it can go because you gave me what you want to include in your request, but now how, I will be able to get behind that.

● I can make the reader be based off of another character, like- Examples:

-Vox! Reader in Trollhunters

-Reader as Ratchet's little sister in Transformers: Generation 1

Anything! Whatever you want as long as it's allowed.

●If your request involves something that isn't allowed, then it will be ignored.

That's everything for now! Request away!

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kalixora · 1 month

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Tfp Bumblebee x reader

Summary:

A skilled autobot sniper, frustrated by their lack of hand-to-hand combat abilities and hidden feelings for Bumblebee, trains intensely to prove themselves, while the team offers support, unaware of the sniper's inner conflict.

1/2

Once again, Bumblebee saved you from cons. You grumbled walking back to base, feeling a mix of frustration and gratitude. You weren’t the weakest but definitely not the strongest, not like the wreckers with their brute strength or quick like Arcee with her agility.

You were a sniper, skilled at taking down enemies from a distance. Your strength lay in your ability to blend into the shadows, moving silently and striking precisely.

However, in hand-to-hand combat, you often found yourself at a disadvantage, unlike Bumblebee, who excelled in it.

“You okay, N/N?” Raf asked you with a smile.

“I need to train,” you answered back with a low groan.

“He saved you again, didn’t he?” Raf snickered, closing his laptop.

“I don’t wanna hear it—“

Raf laughed, “N/N! It’s okay! You’re a stealth scout, not a brawler. You play to your strengths.”

You sighed, leaning against the wall. “I know, I just need to be able to handle myself in a fight alone.”

Raf nodded thoughtfully. “You know, maybe you could ask Bulkhead for some training. He’s tough and knows his way around a fight.”

“You rolled your optics. “I’m not asking that jumbo bot for nothing. I’d rather suffer.”

“You’re suffering now,” Raf remarked gently. “Why does it bother you so much that Bumblebee helps you? You guys are on the same team after all.”

You looked away, frustration and embarrassment heating your face plate as you stormed off to the training room. In your hurry, you accidentally bumped into Ratchet, causing him to drop his toolbox with a clatter.

“Y/N! I needed that!” he shouted after you.

“I need to train!” you shouted back, your voice echoing down the corridor as you continued on your way.

“Geez, what’s her damage?” Ratchet muttered to himself, shaking his head in confusion as he picked up his things.

“Bumblebee saved her and asked for a bridge back, and she’s upset,” Raf explained with concern in his voice.

“She’s one of the best weapon specialists in the making. What does Bumblebee have on her?”

“Hand-to-hand combat,” Raf replied softly, recalling the many times you’d voiced your frustration over it. Ratchet raised his optical ridge and let out a gruff chuckle. “Seriously? That’s it?”

Raf sighed, sensing the weight of your struggle. “I’m starting to feel a little bad, Ratchet—“

“There’s no need, Rafael,” Ratchet interrupted. “Y/N’s feelings for Bumblebee are the only reason she feels she needs to be better.”

“Wait—Y/N has feelings for Bee?” Raf repeated, surprised.

“Always, it was plainly obvious,” Ratchet shrugged, moving towards his work station. “She’s too stubborn to admit it, so it’s not my problem to solve.”

Raf hesitated, considering the revelation. “Maybe I can help…”

“Good luck with that. Just leave me out of it,” Ratchet waved Raf off, already engrossed in his work.

Meanwhile, in the training room, you continued to focus on your drills, unaware of the discussion unfolding outside.

As Raf pondered how to approach the situation, he couldn’t help but feel a sense of responsibility towards helping you navigate your feelings. He knew it wouldn’t be easy, but he was determined to find a way to support you, even if Ratchet preferred to stay out of it.

The ground bridge opened, and the other Autobots came in, all of them seeming cheerful and in good spirits.

“Oh man—and the way I took down that con was awesome! I wish Miko was there; she would’ve loved it,” Bulkhead exclaimed.

“Jack would’ve been screaming his poor lungs out if he saw that,” Arcee chuckled. “But I really gotta hand it to you, Smokescreen. You’ve improved a lot out there. I’m impressed.”

Smokescreen rubbed the back of his helm. “Ah, well, what can I say? I was made a natural talent. Kinda like you, Bee.”

Bumblebee whirled with excitement, exchanging high-fives with the others before heading over to Raf.

“Hey Raf! Where’s Y/N? I gotta show her something I found before she left,” Bumblebee beeped and whirred in his unique language.

Raf nodded and pointed to the corridor. “She’s in the training room, oh and Bee, she’s a little upset right now, so be a little easy on her.”

Bumblebee nodded, concern flashing in his optics. He headed towards the training room at a light jog. Entering the room, he saw you in the middle of your drills. “Y/N,” Bumblebee beeped softly, trying to catch your attention without startling you. “I found something cool I wanted to show you.”

You paused mid-strike, turning to see Bumblebee standing there, his optics shining with genuine excitement. The frustration you felt earlier mingled with a sense of warmth at seeing him.

“What is it, Bee?” you asked, trying to keep your voice steady.

Bumblebee held out a small, intricate piece of Cybertronian tech, something rare and valuable. “I thought you might like this. Optimus said it’s a tool used by the old weapon specialists back on Cybertron. I found it in the wreckage during the mission before you left.”

Your optics widened in surprise and curiosity as you took the item from Bumblebee’s outstretched servo. “I haven’t seen this before, Bee. Thank you.”

Bumblebee smiled, glad to see a spark of happiness in your optics. “Why are you training? Aren’t you tired?”

You looked down at the tool, trying to hide the mix of emotions swirling within you. “I just… I need to get better. For myself.”

Bumblebee tilted his helm, a concerned whir escaping him. “But why?”

You hesitated, your face plate becoming warm, you turned your helm away. “I just have a lot to prove, so you don’t have to keep risking your neck to save me all the time.”

Bumblebee placed a reassuring hand on your shoulder. “I’m always here to help.”

You nodded, feeling a bit lighter. “Thanks, Bee. That means a lot coming from you, but— I need to work harder.”

You nudged Bee’s shoulder away then gave him a meek smile before walking out.

Bee stood in the room slightly lost, “Was it something I said?” He beeped.

. . .

A few days later, the others hardly saw you. The only times they did was when you were going into recharge or going on missions with Optimus after much begging that they obviously didn’t know.

You stood in the middle of a field waiting for Optimus to ground bridge to you so you could continue your training with him.

“What’s taking so long—“

The ground bridge opened out came not Optimus but Bumblebee and the others.

You froze in place as you saw Smokescreen waving at you with a smug expression.

“Scrap,” you muttered as you crossed your arms.

“Sorry to crash your date N/N, Optimus wanted us to tell you that he got stuck doing something with Agent Frowler.”

“Rude, how dare you ruin our alone time,” you rolled your optics with a smirk on your face plate.

“So you gonna tell us why you’ve been with Optimus so much or do we have to guess?” Arcee asked walking up closer to you.

“Nothing really, just extra training and learning how to use this tech Bumblebee gave me,” you answered truthfully, showing Arcee your sniper with the added tech while switching your servo.

“Ooh, Knockout was going crazy for that thing. I’m shocked you managed to grab it, Bee,” Bulkhead chuckled. “Nice! We are freakin’ awesome.”

Smokescreen and Bulkhead high-fived each other while Bumblebee laughed, and Arcee smiled, placing her hand on her hip.

You turned around and walked further into the field, a scowl on your faceplate. The further you went into the field you saw a small rock poking out off to the side. You walked closer to it unsure of what it what, still hearing the laughter and banter behind you didn’t bother to turn around.

Hearing footsteps behind you, you looked over your shoulder pad seeing Bumblebee. He gave you a small friendly wave before beeping, “What’s that?”

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doctorsilverhead · 8 months

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Heal Me! (Bayverse Optimus X Human Reader) Headcanons! Trailer

The Autobots and humans shake hands in agreement to battle the Decepticons and preserve peace. The government appointed Y/N, a genius inventor and engineer, as the autobots' medical officer and negotiator. Since then, the Autobots (Optimus Prime, Bumblebee, Ratchet, Drift, Crosshairs, Hound, Arcee) and Y/N have embarked on numerous dangerous and exciting missions together. The autobots were no longer just talking metal objects to Y/N; they were more like family. But little did Y/N know that there was someone in their midst who was her secret admirer and lover. Optimus Prime.

P.S. This is my first work. Please forgive me if there are any mistakes.

Headcanons

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emotionallyattachednerd · 1 year

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Atoms Love ❙ TP Ratchet x f!robot reader ❙ NSFW 18+

Word count: 3000+ 😅

Warnings: Smut ( Touching, teasing and spike in valve ). NSFW 18+.

Notes: Been wanting to do one of Ratchet for a while now and was so thrilled to get this finished. I did change the title from the previews I had posted, I just felt this was more suited. Thanks anon for sending in this beauty, I had lots of fun with it. Sorry for the wait.

I'd like to add that when reader use to be Rachet's student she was of age, not underage. Just a simple rule that teachers shouldn't be involed with their students like in our world with collage/university. That's all. Hope you're all enjoy the sexy medic. 🥰

Your arrival on earth is greeted with a warm welcome from team prime. For so long you've been travelling planet to planet, searching for friends and perhaps a place to call home. While you didn't mind the ongoing travel at first, you were eager to settle for good. Earth was your next stop and you felt pretty lucky to find Optimus Prime and his team, but what got you even more excited was that Ratchet was there, your former teacher back on Cybertron way before the war started.

Through the coms of your ship you can hear the ecstasy from Ratchet, and you can't hold back your beaming smile hearing your favourite medic again after so long. Earth is to be your home now, that's what you decided. Sure, decepticons might've been hanging around but you could handle it. Your skills as a medic and through tinkering science will prove to be useful, all thanks to Ratchet who has taught everything he knew.

It's good to have Arcee around, you thought, so you weren't the only femme around, and she admitted that it's good to have another femme to join team prime. She is pretty cool, you thought, and such a skilled warrior. You two were going to get along.

The others were great as well, you even met these interesting humans they had around. Optimus expressed his appreciation to have you join them, and also added that Ratchet hadn't stopped talking about you since the comlink transmission. At first you were flattered, but hearing Ratchet fluster so quickly, struggling to explain himself did make your cheek plating heat up a little trying to hide your smile.

The moment was over, but Ratchet and you did spend a lot of time together, mostly talking about science and even doing small experiments of your own just for fun. The others saw all this but they didn't dare to say anything or interfere. Apparently Ratchet was pretty quick with his wrench if someone was to disturb him.

It's been a few weeks now since your arrival and it was going well. You feel settled and are surrounded by others who are almost like a family. You find yourself with Ratchet again, of course, you do spend a lot of time with him. Later that evening, you are both currently doing some tinkering and small experiments to pass the time together, measuring the right formulas and discussing the old times back on Cybertron.

"Oh but I'm serious. Out of all my students, you were one of the best. Someone with your intelligence deserved to be in the higher ranked classes, and I argued with those lug nuts in the higher grounds, but they didn't see what I saw." Ratchet goes on to say as you listen in.

"Well, it's a good thing that didn't happen, because I would've missed my favourite teacher. I only learned from the best, and it's because of you that I ended up here."

"Me? No, I'm sure there are other reasons." He tries to brush himself off but you shake your helm.

"There was much I believed from you, and I admired you, I still do, and I'm grateful I had a good teacher like you to help guide me through my younger learning time."

Meeting his gaze you saw him staring at you fondly as you return the same stare before he forces himself to break that small trance you thought you felt happening. It was quiet before you heard him vent out heavily and place his tinkering on the bench.

"May I make a confession to you, y/n?" His tone is deep, as if he's still wondering if he should keep talking to you about whatever is going on in his processor. "Just promise not to laugh."

"Of course you can. I've never made fun of you before, and I don't plan on it." You'll listen to him and hear what he has to say.

"Well, when you were my student, I did say a number of times how much I admired you and praised your skills, but what I never told you was that I admired you...affectionately."

This makes you stop what you're doing. He now had your full attention. "Putting it simple, you had a crush on me?"

Ratchet lets out a light hearty laugh but it's not because of what you said, but because of what he was confessing to you after all this time. "Yeah, that's putting it simple." Another vent leaves him, optics cast against the bench as he fiddles with the tinkers to try and avoid your own optics. You wonder if he is ashamed or embarrassed, but you want him to know that he doesn't need to be.

"How come you didn't say anything before?" You already knew the answer to that.

"Because I was your teacher and you were my student, it wouldn't have been right. You would've been kicked out and I would've been demoted from my position. So, I locked away those affections, and continued to be your teacher."

"That sounds sad. Doesn't sound like you wanted to do that, and you are making yourself sound like you haven't been happy for a long time."

"Oh I've been...content." He didn't sound very convincing to you. "Don't you worry, y/n. I might be older but that doesn't mean I haven't been happy. Regrets, yes, but that's only natural for anyone. I'm just pleased that you're here now, that's all that matters."

If only you knew, perhaps things might've been different.

To move on from it he tries to focus on his tinkering as you look down at your own a little, pondering your thoughts. Well, he did it first, you are only going to add more to this with no way out.

"I have a confession." He hears this from you as he locks his optics with your own. "When I was your student, I was...enamoured by you." You decide to use the fancy words like he does and look at the gadget in your servos a little, turning it for a better look and giving Ratchet the moment he needed to let this progress in him.

"You? I-I mean...you?" His confusion makes you feel a little amused. "How come you said nothing?"

"I was your student and you were my teacher, it would not have been right." You answer the same as his own. "Also, I did express my feelings, just not verbally."

"Well, you're going to have to explain that one to me, because I don't recall anything that gave me any signals that you felt like this towards me." He sounded a little miffed but not in a bad way, mostly with himself you think for not noticing.

"Those blue energon roses. One was left at your work station every week. They're hard to grow and need the right formulas for them to flourish which I did every week and presented to you. I never said they were from me but I watched from afar. You admired them."

"You?" He lays everything on the bench and leans himself against it as if his knees were growing weak. "Those were from you?"

"I learned from the best." You give a dainty smile. "You taught me how to grow them, and I wanted to express my gratitude and...affections, without either of us getting in trouble."

Perhaps if you both confessed your feelings for one another during those times, things might've been different. Sure, you might've been kicked out and he would've lost his position, but at least you would've had each other, right? That's the childish dream you had while being his student but you got over it, at least that's what you kept telling yourself.

"So, you felt the same way about me?" Ratchet wants to clarify once more from you. "Do those feelings still persist?"

"I did." You confirm. "And they do."

Its then you notice you're both holding a deep rooted stare. Blue optic illuminating together in a stronghold, one and the other silently screaming for the other to do or say something, quickly, before it escapes. Ratchet catches it just in time.

"What's stopping us now?"

"Nothing."

It all happens abruptly, one moment you and Ratchet were tinkering away with experiments and the next, you find yourself in his private quarters. There's a growing fever as you run your servos across his chassis, up over his shoulder pads as you feel his own servos smooth over your waist. His warm lips are across your own in a deep, slow passion, his glossa coils with your own while you welcome his touches and kisses through pure ecstasy and eagerness.

Ratchet calmly leads you towards his berth where he sits himself and you straddle his lap as you keep the kiss hot and lasting between you both. It's him that eventually breaks the kiss, touching your helms together as your heated vents hit against each other.

"Would you like to try out a new experiment?"

"I thought we already were." You can't help but giggle faintly, regarding the humid moment you are both currently sharing.

"Think of it as an add on to our current one."

"Why not? Tinkering with experiments is kind of our thing."

Ratchet lets out a light chuckle that you grew to love so rapidly.

"Turn around, and settle in my lap again."

Following his gentle command you do that, sitting back down and pressing your back against his chassis as you feel his servos calmly move across your waist, cascading down over your hips and across your thighs, letting them linger there while he feels you under his touch. You let out a placid vent, feeling relaxed and a small boiling of desire creeping its way through your frame. He then touches his wrist and you catch onto a device being activated in front of your both.

"A hologram mirror?" You smile warmly in amusement. "Is there a reason that it's set up right in front of your berth?"

"Perhaps I like to admire myself." There's a hint of playfulness in his voice making you giggle faintly in return.

"Well, you're quite the sight."

"You're a better looking sight."

Ratchet turns your helm a little so he can kiss you gently before resuming his actions, servos ghostly running on top of your tights and inwards, close to your warm panel. His chin rests against your shoulder as he looks at the mirror, as you lock your optics on it as well, watching what he is doing to you. To see everything is very arousing for you both.

You spread your legs to give him more access, hanging over each of his as you settle comfortably in his lap and rest yourself back against him, letting out silent heated vents that slowly boil more within you. Your waist wiggles, rubbing softly against Ratchet's panel causing him to let out a silky moan.

"Let's have a look at you. Retract your panel, please."

Without any pause you do this, revealing your already soaked valve for you both to see through the mirror. You can feel Ratchet quiver against your back as he stares, servos moving even closer to your valve.

"Stunning." He whispers into your audio. It's your turn to moan when he touches a digit against your moist lips and delicate node, exploring and teasing you for his own pleasure.

You watch as he uses a second digit to open your lips to explore you more, and uses another with his other servo to gently push into your valve. Instantly you clench around to invading digit, a feathered moan lingering from your vocals. You can't help but rock your hips gently, both of you watching as he plays with you. "Ratchet." His name sighs from you while your servos rest against both his thighs.

"You're a rare beauty, y/n. You were always my favourite student." His charming words causes you to smile shyly.

"As you were my favourite teacher." Next, you got cocky. "Is this what you always wanted to do to me?"

Ratchet is quiet, optics staring at what he's doing while playing with your valve, digit pumping into you slowly. His response is by adding a second digit to join the first, and his other servo circles around your node, causing you to gasp and back arch, feeling the new buzz suddenly electrocute through your frame.

"This, and much more."

You weep softly through the burning lust that drifts across your entire frame, hips swaying in sync with his servos and digits against your valve before moving your servo up to touch the side of Ratchet's face as a way to hold on and keep him close as possible. Your optics never leave the mirror, fascinated by the sight of yourself and Ratchet's skillful servos on you, knowing very well that he'll more than likely want to try out other things in the future. After all, nothing is holding either of you back anymore.

You hear a faint click and you see his throbbing spike emerge from it's housing between your legs. His girth size was rather impressive, thick and throbbing, canvas up perfectly as small drops of trans fluid leaks from his tip and runs down his length.

He catches you from the mirror staring at his spike making him chuckle lightly. "I'm not that impressive."

"Liar." You comment back before gently wrapping you servo around his spike, hearing him letting out a hitched vent at your warm touch as his optics shuttered a little. "You're beyond impressive. You're phenomenal." It's your turn to moan again as he rewards you with a third digit in your soaking valve.

"You're too kind to this old timer."

"You're my old timer." You notice his expression change a little, as if he is touched by your words before giving you a soft beam against your shoulder.

Your servo slowly starts to pump at his spike, feeling every ridge along the base and every twitch given from him, digit rubbing at his tip and back down to moist him all over. You kind of feel like you're going to need it. His servos are kept on your valve, digits pumping into your stretched depths while rubbing still slow at your node. He doesn't want you overloading just yet. With all this happening both your moans and heated vents surround you both, growing more hotter and eager for more.

"Ratchet, please, I need you inside me."

"Stand up." It seems you both have the same thoughts. Once his digits are gone from you, you stand up on weak legs just a little. Slowly, you lower yourself back down, watching the mirror as Ratchet holds himself in position before finding your mark.

Your mouth hangs open a little while watching yourself sink down onto his spike, taking his thick girth inch at a time while tossing your helm back against Ratchet's shoulder. You can hear his tense grunts as you clamp around him tightly, and let yourself sink fully into his lap again.

"Y/n..." He says your name, almost sounding desperate, like he was begging for something from you.

"Ratchet." You return the same as you give yourself a moment to adjust. "You feel so good."

Carefully, you start to move yourself, watching from the mirror as you see yourself moving along his spike entering your valve over again. His servo wraps around your front and comes to your node again, rubbing at you as he has a firm hold at your hip as you ride him. You're obsessed with the sight, and you know already you're going to want to use the hologram mirror again for yourselves.

Letting out heavy moans you grind down against Ratchet causing him to let out a surprised moan himself, holding a tighter hold as he presses his lips into your neck, glancing at the mirror whenever possible. You hold onto him as you ride his spike, letting out more blissful sounds that slowly grow more.

"Oh frag!" You curse out much louder, unable to hold it in.

"Such language doesn't suit you." Ratchet can't help himself, causing you to give a giggle through your moans.

"Then what suits me?"

"This."

He grabs hold of you tightly and thrusts his hips up against your movements at a rapid pace, causing you to let out a mewl. Looking at the mirror you are obsessed with the sight of you sitting against him, riding his spike, as he thrusts into you, causing the berth to start creaking under your harsh movements.

"Touch yourself."

You do that, using a free servo to bring down to yourself as you rub your node, digits skipping across the base of his moist spike as he enters you over again. Your thighs are spread wide, hanging across his own legs as you hump against his movements and moving in sync together. At this rate, you know you won't last too much longer.

Ratchet seems to read your mind. "Go on darling. Overload with me. Let yourself go."

That is all you needed to hear. Letting out a loud lingering mewl you fall apart and overload hard, watching yourself as your juices pool around the spike and under the both of you against the berth.

His heated vents against your shoulder turn into grunts before he lets out a harsher gnarl and you feel his warm trans fluids soak your depths. hips stilling, keeping inside you as you both sag against one another and the berth. With your optics still cascading at the mirror you are enjoying the sight while letting yourself vent and cool off as he did the same.

"That experiment was fun." You say through a giddy smile.

"Fun indeed. I have more ideas and experiments for us to try out for the future." The very thought makes you hum in delight.

"I look forward to all of them." You gently remove yourself from his spike and turn around, straddling him again and giving him a tender and loving kiss.

He kisses you back just as tenderly before your helms rest together.

"You think you can handle this old grumpy fool?"

"Absolutely." You answer while caressing his cheek plating.

"Fantastic."

There is nothing stopping either of you now.

Also, just to share because I can, this is the position that they had going. Let that invade your mind and consume your thoughts. 😍

#transformers #prime #ratchet #valveplug #ratchet x reader #reader insert #fanfiction #writing #smut #older mechs are always the best #ratchet has a thick spike and skillful servos #sugarrusheag

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fl3shm4id3n · 1 year

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Since I can't find any Arcee x reader fics/hc (from Transformers Rise Of The Beasts), I'll be writing it.

#arcee x reader #arcee x y/n #arcee x you #transformers rise of the beasts #transformers rise of the beasts x reader #tf rotb #tf rotb arcee x reader

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still-not-over-transformers · 1 year

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hi! could you do i mirage x fem bot where she's kinda got the build of a mech and is super self conscious about it. and when noah and elena meet her they think she's a mech and she gets upset and they've got no clue whats going on but mirage does and he comforts her? sorry if this doesn't make sense 🫶

Just the Way You Are

ROTB Mirage x Femme Autobot Reader

Warnings: None

Word Count: 1300

You had heard much about the Autobots’ human allies. As you waited patiently inside a warehouse which was the current hideout for Optimus Prime and the Autobots, you couldn’t help but feel excited. You had never directly interacted with humans during your short time on Earth, and you were looking forward to finally meeting them. Shortly after the Transwarp key had sent its beacon into the cosmos, you had followed its signal in your ship to Earth. This is where you would come to join up with the Autobots and make this planet your temporary new home.

As for your new comrades, you found them to be welcoming but you got along with some better than others. Of course you regarded Optimus with the utmost respect, but he wasn’t much for conversation and you didn’t want to risk embarrassing yourself in front of him. Arcee was informative and kind; Bumblebee was quirky and fun; but Mirage definitely made you feel far more comfortable. Actually, he made you laugh quite a bit, and despite Mirage’s antics often butting heads with Optimus, you couldn’t help but want to spend more time with him. Besides, he was highly in-tune with human culture and close friends with their human companions.

Your thoughts were interrupted as you heard the familiar rev of Mirage’s engine, causing you to transform from your vehicle mode into your Cybertronian form. In usual Mirage-fashion, the mech peeled into the warehouse in his Porsche vehicle mode before halting to a sudden stop. You couldn’t help but roll your optics slightly, thinking to yourself Always with the dramatic entrance.

As Mirage parked, both the driver’s side and passenger doors opened, allowing two humans to emerge. Once his cab was empty, Mirage transformed from his vehicle mode and stretched his limbs. As he glanced around, Mirage’s optics focused on you, “Hey, Y/N! Ready to meet my friends?” His tone was upbeat and full of excitement as he beamed with eagerness. You took a few steps forward before focusing your gaze towards the two small human figures standing before you. “I’m glad to meet your acquaintance. I am Y/N,” you lower your frame slightly, trying to decrease the height difference as much as you can.

Mirage steps in to introduce everyone, “Y/N, this is my boi, Noah, and the badass Elena.” Both Noah and Elena smile up at you, with Noah stepping forward to address you, “Y/N, it’s an honor to meet you. It’s great to have another Autobot on the team. Maybe Mirage, you, and me can head out on the town afterwards. Just the three of us guys hanging out.” Before you can fully process Noah’s words, Elena chimes in, “It’s nice to have you joining us, Y/N. Hopefully Mirage and Noah don’t rub off on you too much. Honestly, we don’t need too many boys misbehaving after all.”

You pause briefly, taking in what you just heard, Do they think I’m a… mech? You tried to keep your thoughts to yourself, attempting to force your emotions to the back of your mind. As much as you tried, you couldn’t stop the surge of emotions that would ultimately bubble to the surface. You were aware that your frame build wasn’t as feminine as a bot such as Arcee. That you were built thicker and more muscular than the average femme on Cybertron, a fact that had plagued you even before the war, as many a mech would make a jab at your more masculine appearance and voice. It all would become too much, and your body language betrayed your thoughts and feelings.

Noah and Elena watched you in confusion, unsure of what was bothering you. Noah stepped forward to speak, “Hey, Y/N, are you okay? Was it something we said?”

Unable to contain your emotions any longer, you turned suddenly and glared down at

Noah and Elena. “Yes it was something you said! It’s something that everyone, human or Cybertronian, apparently has to point out!” Your words came out in a tone of both anger and agony. You would swiftly turn away and transform into your alt mode, before driving out of the warehouse, your destination: anywhere but here.

Both Noah and Elena are left speechless and with a sense of guilt, although they had no idea why. Mirage looked down at the two of them and gestured to Noah, “Hey, don’t worry about it. I’ve got this.” He quickly shuffled away from them both, transforming into his vehicle mode then driving off in pursuit of Y/N. After a short drive, Mirage follows your trail to a secluded and abandoned lighthouse on the edge of the bay. Mirage had been here before and knew this was usually where you went to relax or calm down after a hard day. Mirage transformed from his vehicle mode and walked around the exterior of the lighthouse, finding you sitting down, your back leaned against the building. He notices your dour demeanor and softly speaks, “Hey… Y/N, are you feeling alright?”

Although you weren’t expecting Mirage to follow you after your outburst, you weren’t surprised as he was Mirage after all. You kept your gaze averted from Mirage, “...I could be better…”

Mirage tries to keep a positive attitude and sits beside you, scooching closer to you, “I’m really sorry for Noah and Elena… I promise you they didn’t mean to offend you. Even humans can make mistakes and I’ll let them know what’s up.” His optics are locked onto you, his expression soft but clearly full of concern.

“I’m sorry if I overreacted, but… it’s not just them, it’s just… everything and it’s hard not to be affected by it.” Your entire life you had to struggle with your appearance and how so many Cybertronians mistook your gender. You always tried to ignore and deny how this made you feel, but there was only so much you could handle. Despite having known him for a short time, Mirage had always tried to make you feel better in his own quirky way. You always laughed at his jokes and you were always down to join him on patrols or occasionally risk a lecture from Prime after breaking curfew. Primus forbid anyone should know you had developed a crush on him, although you never thought you had a chance with someone like him.

Sensing your distress, Mirage shifts towards you and places a servo on your shoulder. “Y/N, I’m gonna be honest with you. You’re cute as hell and I think you are one of the finest femmes in the universe.” He flashes a brief smirk before his expression changes to be softer and more vulnerable. Mirage begins to go off on details about your personality and how he finds your mannerisms absolutely adorable. But this mech isn’t done yet. “Don’t get me started on how a chick who could bench me is beyond hot as slag. And don’t get me started on what’s ‘feminine.’ Cause what even defines that? Tall, short, skinny, built, thick, all the same to me.” He fires off a shameless wink towards you before clearing his throat and re-focusing, “Look, Y/N, I’m sorry I haven’t told you sooner, but I really like you. As in… ‘like you’ like you. But… I understand if you don’t feel the sam–”

Before Mirage can finish his sentence, you wrap your arms around him and pull him close, planting a soft kiss on his cheek. Catching yourself, you quickly pull away embarrassed, “...I-i’m sorry…! I don’t know what came over me—” You are in-turn surprised as Mirage brings you close once more and kisses you,

As his lips slowly pull away, Mirage smirks to you, “I one-million percent feel the same.”

END

#transformers #transformers rotb #transformers oneshot #mirage transformers #mirage #transformers x reader #transformers x y/n #transformers x reader insert

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i-starcreamed · 2 years

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Hi hi friend I have a request for you :)

can you do a bumblebee x reader where the reader was like his partner back on cybertron and they like bumblebee thinks their dead until like their pod shows up on earth

can be any pronouns please and thank you

idk if this is in character and perhaps this is mostly angst but...partners reuniting. i hope this is what u meant!!

TFP Bumblebee x Cybertronian!Reader

The Groundbridge swirled with a green color as it opened in a deserted area. The bot's surroundings were covered by trees and Earth's greenery, despite being beautiful it was not the type of terrain that was easy to travel in. Ratchet had caught a new energon signal on their scanner, it was no deception signal or raw energon, but it was rather a sign of another cybertronian.

It was a mystery as to why they landed now if most of them had landed years ago, but the entire team went to investigate the mystery pod nonetheless.

There buried in the ground, was the escape pod. Optimus Prime was in front as the team had his back, all held their blasters and aimed it at the pod in case danger was near. As they neared, they could almost let out a sigh of relief to see that it wasn't a deception pod, but they still didn't know who exactly was inside. The team slowly dropped their blasters as they neared the pod.

"Who could it be?" Arcee crossed her arms as she tried peering inside the fogged-up glass. Optimus still held his blaster as Bulkhead neared the pod, using his strength to open the latch.

"I am not sure yet, Arcee. But everyone, stay alert." He took a step closer to the pod, and everyone cautiously followed suit. The latch was lifted off it's hinges to reveal a [color] bot, a couple scratches, and dents littered their frame as they lay unconscious. While the rest of the team wasn't phased, Bumblebee nearly malfunctioned right on the spot. It couldn't be...could it? He thought it was impossible, that he would never see you again. The last time he saw you, your hideout on Cybertron was raided by Decepticons and you had stayed behind. The amount of guilt that troubled him even on Earth was unbearable, he thought you had offlined. He thought he had lost you.

"Bumblebee?"

Optimus' voice snapped him out of his thoughts, he didn't realize he was still staring at you as his servos slightly shook. Optimus looked at him expectedly with a concerned look across his faceplates. He faced the Autobot leader and responded with a series of beeps.

"I know them! They're Y/N, m-my partner. I thought they were dead, I thought I got them killed, I thought-" Bleeps and beeps came out jumbled and were barely discernible by even those who understood him. His servos gestures all around before he looked at you again. He tried to reach for your body before Optimus placed a firm servo on his shoulder.

"We should get them to base first, Bumblebee. It is not safe out here for them, the two of you will have your chance to talk once Ratchet tends to them." He sent him a hint of a sympathetic look, he knew how much Bee wanted to hold you and speak to you again right now, but Decepticons could be near. In the end, Bumblebee nodded and carefully took your body from the pod, carrying you all the way back.

Bumblebee fussed about you all while Ratchet took care of your minor injuries and as you were waking up. In a room full of bots you didn't recognize, a bright yellow mech caught your optics as soon as you onlined. Even you couldn't believe it, your optics locked and you swore you felt so young again, if only just for a split second. Suddenly you were staring at the same Bumblebee you thought you lost, the one who you thought you would never see again. Also the same bot who you had fallen in love with when everything was okay on Cybertron. You were both different now, having plenty of experience in a war that was ongoing and uncompromising. That seemed to not matter as you both embraced each other, your grip tight as you wrapped your arms around him. You expected to hear his voice greeting you, but instead, bleeps and fragments of cybertronian came out of his vocalizer.

"Oh, Bee..what happened?" You gently asked as you still held onto him, it still felt impossible for you to be reunited with him again, and yet he felt the same way. He shook his helm and held your servos in his.

"You have no idea how much I've missed you, Y/N." The beeps whined as he gazed at you with his bright blue optics. Despite all the years he'd gone without you, you were the only bot that he held dear to his spark. It would be a tough adjustment, getting used to Earth and having to know about the still ongoing war; but being with Bee would make it better. A lot better.

#tfp #tfp x reader #tfp bumblebee x reader #bumblebee x reader #transformers prime #transformers prime x reader #maccadam #cybertronian reader x transformers #cybertronian reader #headcanon

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kiyuu-draws · 6 months

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Transformers Thursday!

Cyberverse Bumblebee

Drawing (or Sketching) Transformers filling up the alphabet but not in order!

A B C D E F G H I J K L M N O P Q R S T U V W X Y Z

Here's the first half: (Note: the reason why there are two characters on some letters so I have an option who to draw or even might not follow this list xD)

A= Arcee/Alpha Trion

B= Bumblebee

C= Chromia/Cyclonus

D= Drift

E= Elita-1

F= Frenzy/First Aid

G= Grimlock/Galvatron

H= Hot Rod

I= Ironhide

J= Jazz

K= Knockout

L= Lockdown

M= Megatron/Mirage

Bonus sketch and without effects:

Originally I was planning to draw this Alphabetically but I'm struggling to draw Arcee and even attempted to draw Alpha Trion... But Bumblebee is more fun to draw

#tfa #tf cyberverse #transformers #transformers animated #transformers cyberverse #bumblebee #tfa bumblebee #bee #keef draws

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cyberrose2001 · 1 year

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TFP Optimus x human!fem!reader

"ROSE I'M FREAKING OUT AAA I LOVE YOUR WRITING!! I am currently watching Prime so reading your Optimus fluff made my heart skip a beat! May I ask for more Optimus x reader (in a female perspective) fluff, and in a common situation like preparing for something humanly important (a ball perhaps)?? I don't got too many ideas but I would love to read anything coming from you! Please stay well 🌹❤️" - requested by @weaksall

Thank you so much!! This was such a cute idea! I found this amazing dress that I think is just gorgeous for this fic -> https://www.pinterest.com.au/pin/706713366535507663/

I also didn't specify any hairstyles too because not everyone has long hair that they can style <3 I hope this is satisfactory!! 💕

Warnings: None! Just fluff

Word count: 1618

Today is a rather important day for you. Your work is hosting a gala ball to raise money for charity, and you are required to attend. You had never been to a ball and the thought of picking out grand outfits to wear and accessories has always excited you. Miko, of course, wanted to help you go shopping at the small selection of boutiques that Jasper has to offer. She may be into the alternative type of fashion, but the young girl has a passion for all types.

“Oh! What about this one, (Y/n)?” Miko drags you by the arm towards yet another boutique. You almost stumble as the stacks of boxes you’re holding pretty much blind your vision.

“Miko!” You laugh, “I think I have enough dresses to last me the rest of my life.”

“Oh, come on! You never know when you need…” She pauses to count the boxes in your hand, “Four, five…. eight outfits!”

You roll your eyes as you let her drag you into the boutique. Looking around, you don’t see anything that catches your eye. However, Miko is practically running around the joint pointing at different dresses and sending your mind for a spin.

“Miko, let’s just go.” It was your turn to drag her through the shop, as much as you love her, if you spent another hour dress shopping with her you were sure you would lose whatever brain cells you had left.

Before you could drag a sad Miko out the door, you spotted a gorgeous navy-blue ball gown that sparkled like the night sky. It had a heart shaped neckline with lace trimmings around the edges that tapered off to create a small off the shoulder sleeves. And by the all spark, you had to have it.

Miko followed your eyes towards the gown, and she grinned, “Do you want to try it out?”

It had been a week since Miko accompanied you to the boutiques and today was the gala ball. You had set up a small makeup station in the human area of the base, Miko of course going through it all trying to find the best shades of eyeshadows and lipsticks to use and making a mess.

“Alright, (Y/n),” Miko held out two sticks of lipsticks, “Purple or blue? Oh! What about GLITTER? OR- “

You wished you could rub your eyes in frustration, but you didn’t want to ruin your foundation, “Miko, sweetheart, how about a nice neutral shade? It’s a gala not a drag show.”

Miko dramatically tosses the lipsticks back into the makeup bag, “Yeah but you would look so cool!”

As you were applying your contour, blush and the colours of the eyeshadows that Miko picked out for you (they were colours you liked thank goodness), Optimus Prime had walked over towards the human area, curious about the commotion.

“(Y/n),” He looks around at all the different things that are scattered around on the floor, “May I ask what this is all for?”

You froze. You had not expected the boss bot himself to ask about makeup, Arcee maybe, but not Optimus. It doesn’t help the fact that you have been in love with Optimus since you first met him, but the way his eyes fill with curiosity as he asks the question warms your heart a little bit. You exhaled and placed the makeup brush you held in your hand down.

“Today is a really important event for my job, they’re hosting a huge charity gala to raise money to help sick kids.” You explained as best as you could to the bot, but you could read his face and tell that he was still a little bit confused.

“A… gala?” He raises an optic ridge.

“Yeah, it’s like a really fancy party.” You smiled, “You get to wear nice clothes, socialise with other people and- “

“And there’s LOTS of fancy food!” Miko butted in, “I’m talkin’ seafood, barbeques and sooooo many desserts…”

Optimus glances towards the young girl, then back to you.

“So, this gala,” He begins, “It is a culturally significant gathering for humans?”

You nod your head, picking up the makeup brush again, “Yeah, it’s a way for humans to come together for a cause, or just to have fun and make friends!”

Optimus hums and that makes you seem to think that he is satisfied with your answer. He watches as you delicately swivel the brush over your eyelids, admiring the movement of your hands. Your focus may be on the mirror, but you can feel his eyes on you.

“You mentioned nice clothes,” Optimus says, “Are you planning to wear something… ‘fancy’?”

“You don’t get to see that yet!” Miko perks up, she then grabs two lipsticks and holds them out to Optimus. “But you can help (Y/n) pick a lipstick colour, she doesn’t like MY choices."

You can feel your face heat up as you watch Optimus’s optics flicker between the two lipsticks with a raised optical ridge. You really do hope that Miko knows what she is doing.

It was noon, you and Miko had just finished the last touches and adjustments to your gown. You had brought a large mirror to the base so you can fully see yourself in the reflection, safe to say that you looked like a literal princess. Miko jumps up and down as she admires her work.

“(Y/n)!! You look so beautiful!” Miko squeals as she pulls you into a hug.

“Thank you, Miko.” You laugh at her energy, hugging her back. One would think that you were getting married by the way she reacts to you.

“I can’t wait to see what Optimus thinks of you.” She grins. You pull her out of the hug and give her a confused look.

“What do you mean?” Your heart is racing fast, “Why would Optimus care about how I look?”

Miko gives you a dead-panned stare, dropping her arms to the side, “Are you kidding me? Have you seen the way he looks at you, (Y/n)?”

Of course you have, but you’ve always thought that those were a different kind of stare, not because he… likes you.

“No," You lied, staring at yourself in the mirror again, “Even if he did, I doubt that he would have time for me, he is the leader of the Autobots… he has enough on his plate as it is.”

Miko rolls her eyes and leans against you, “Don’t sell yourself short, he is gonna faint when he sees you.”

She then takes your hand, dragging you out of the room, “Come on, it’s nearly time to leave anyway.”

You let her drag you out, what Miko said is now engraved into your brain and is now on a constant replay. Have you seen the way he looks at you?

Whilst you were distracted by the thoughts in your head, Miko had stopped you just before the door to the main area of the base, “Wait here, I’m gonna go and make sure that everyone is ready.”

“Ready for what?” You tried to question her, but she shushed you as she ran off. You’re awkwardly standing there now, occasionally fluffing your gown. You haven’t the slightest clue on what she is up to.

A few moments later, Miko calls out, “Ok (Y/n), come out now!”

You take a deep breath as you walk out, holding you gown to keep it from dragging on the floor. Your heart is practically jumping out of your chest.

You walk out to a crowd consisting off all of team prime, some are stunned to silence, and some are cooing and gushing about how beautiful you look. You decided to give yourself a boost of confidence and give them a twirl, the base of the gown flaring out as you do so.

“Wow, you clean up real good, kid.” Wheeljack nods with folded arms. Bumblebee and Bulkhead (with Miko perched on his shoulder) are practically swooning, Arcee is admiring your hair and makeup, Smokescreen is telling you how amazing you look, and Ratchet is scoffing about how silly this all is, but secretly he thinks that you look nice. Jack and Raf are also enamoured.

Optimus, however, is simply stunned to silence. His dermas slightly agape and a blue hue ever so slightly creeps onto his face. He loves the way the gown flows and the small intricate details on your torso, and he thinks the colour of the dress suits you perfectly. The lipstick he picked out for you was a classic red lip with a slight tinge of purple. And he now understands why humans were obsessed with the stuff; he could not stop staring.

You shyly thanked everyone for the compliments and noticed that Optimus had stepped closer to you and leaned down. You stiffen up a little bit as he held out a servo towards you, he touches the dress very gently.

“You look absolutely exquisite, (Y/n).” Optimus says, optics now staring into your eyes. Your cheeks flush at his words. You then gently took the digit that was toying with your gown and gave it a hug.

“Thank you, Optimus.” You smiled, you were sure that he could feel your heartbeat against his servo, “Do you think the lip colour ties it all together?”

His face flushed as you winked at him and then he smiled, knowing that he was the one that picked it out, “Indeed.”

Off to the side out of view while you and Optimus are sharing a sweet moment, Miko is holding out her hand so that a defeated Bulkhead can hand her an imaginary dollar bill, “Told ya he had the hots for her.”

#transformers #transformers prime #tfp #tfp optimus x reader #tfp optimus x human reader #x reader #fluff

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