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karinadele · 4 days ago

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Ratchet x Cat reader

Based on @qiandai_suian's comic.

I scream again reader is a cat!! Gen reader ofc. Just fluff with Ratchet.

Nudging the cube of energon with your head, you let out an exasperated meow. One paw after another, you push it towards him. You’ve been here for weeks now, and have rarely seen him eat anything. Why is he so stubborn! Doesn’t he know he’ll die if he doesn’t eat?!

Back on the streets, you’ve lost more than you can count from the lack of food. Being the oldest of your family, you always did your best to hunt down scraps for your siblings. Leftover fish from the trash, stealing meat from the human vendors, even occasionally approaching kind humans for kibbles.

That evening, hiding behind boxes of trash, taking shelter from the light drizzle of the rain. A human boy approached you. Both startled and curious, you poke your head out. The human boy bent down, meeting you at eye level, reaching out. Is he offering his hand to you? You want something warm from this cold and wet nightmare. Stepping out of the box, you make your way to him. A gentle stroke runs under your chin, and you find yourself purring. Not a bad human after all. You could get used to this.

What you did not expect, was that he would not be your guardian. Passed between him, a spunky looking girl, and a young boy. None of them would be able to house you.

Please don’t put me back on the streets. I Don’t want to lose this warmth.

Fortunately for you, you do not need to be back wandering along the streets. Unfortunately for you, you’re in the care of a giant –and I mean giant, metal robot. His frame wasn’t soft like humans, hard and metal. But still warm and gentle. Your butler/guardian, as you've come to realize, is called Ratchet.

Adjusting to your new environment wasn’t difficult at all. Sure, everyone here is huge, but it’s never been more comforting and fun. Even the humans come to visit you sometimes. Finally, you’ve gained the freedom and love you've been longing for.

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Excitedly Jack holds up the kitty in Ratchet’s face. “We can’t take it in. Mom won’t let me.” He tells Ratchet. Miko and Raf chime in that they can’t either.

Stunned, Ratchet almost wanted to tell them ‘Why is this my problem?’ But with the little feline in his servos, it rolls around and dances on him. Unconsciously, he finds his spark warming up. This must be why humans love cats. It’s adorable. Paws up with those huge eyes staring right up at him. He doesn’t know what to do with it, but he finds faceplate lightly flushing up as the creature nuzzles on his digits.

This thing is huge. Humans are big enough, but this one? Giant. Does it matter? Hell no! Everything is a free game! Hopping off the human as you lunge into his servos. The metal touching your paw pads as you analyze him. He seems surprised, but you don’t feel an inkling of fear. Rolling over onto your back as you nuzzle your body into his palm. It’s hard, yet surprisingly comfortable. You could definitely get used to it. Walking over to his digit as you scratch your chin on it. Cheek and chin scratches are the best. Purring as you take advantage of this opportunity to get as much itches out as you can.

He may not admit it, but he just fell in love. Such a tiny creature. Smaller than even humans, yet so bold and brave. Without a care in the world. Keeping up his grumpy demeanor, he tells the humans he’ll keep it. But under that hard metal exterior, he knows this soft creature has already made it’s way into his spark.

Without a second thought, you leap from his digit to his shoulder. You never get to enjoy being this high up. Occasionally when climbing buildings, but this one moves. Noticing the antenna on his back, you smirk and pounce towards it. Heh. It’s mine. Metal yet bendable, you bat at it. It bounces back every time it slips out of your paws, but that’s the fun of it! Rolling onto your side as you chase for it again.

“Wait!” Ratchet calls out. “What are you doing?! That’s dangerous!” Picking the kitty off his back, bringing it to his faceplace. Such carelessness, doesn’t it know that it could fall and injure itself?! Scolding it as the usual cranky bot he is, but you? You don’t care. Music to your ears as you paw at his digit. Such an exciting situation!

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Slowly but surely, Ratchet learns what it means to take care of a cat. A bed (graciously provided by Jack), learning to feed it with Raf, and Miko showing him treats and tricks.

Such a tiny organism, yet has a huge appetite. Always crying for food, like it’s never eaten before in its life. If it was anything else, he totally would have snapped and told it to shut up and be quiet. Or even thrown it out. But it’s you. Fluffy and adorable, he can’t say no.

Learning to feed it was an experience. It even consumes different fuel from what the human do. With accurate precision, –thanks to his steady servos. He may be old and a little creaky, but he still has excellent dexterity. Using his forceps to scoop up kibbles to feed you, as a surprised and curious expression creeps up his faceplate. A completely new experience to him, and one he knows he’ll latch on to. Who knows? Maybe he’ll be less cranky and more upbeat now.

You integrate really well into the team. A different family definitely, 3 different species under the same roof, –base. You don’t understand their language, but have picked up the sounds of certain things. Your name, Ratchet’s name, the humans, even some of the bots. Oh, and the sound of the groundbridge. A magical swirl of green and white, a portal to somewhere. Ratchet once had to chase you through it as you door-dashed out into it.

Flinging up and down in the air between Wheeljack and Smokescreen, you enjoy the company and thrill of being so high up and off the ground.

Ratchet on the other hand? He’s about to lose it. ‘He needed that’ almost slipped out. Wrench in hand, as his optics widen so much that it could bend his optic ridges. “WHAT IN PRIMUS’ NAME ARE YOU TWO DOING!” as he smacks them on the helm. Huffing and puffing as he does.

You on the other hand? Have no idea what’s going on. Your game just cut short by your guardian, Wheeljack and Smokescreen are now laying face down on the ground. Hopping between their backs, as you roll around and kneed on them.

He loves you. Over time the team has noticed how much more rested Ratchet has become with you around. Team Prime dubbing you the name of ‘Prime Kitty’.

And you’ve grown to love him too. Nudging him next to his optics, as you sit on the corner of his helm. Being so small, you can meander in the smallest places of his, finding perfect nesting spots to nap in. The neck cables being particularly warm. His chassis also is a fantastic place to curl up on, though you’ve come to learn he rarely lays down. How can one sleep so little? You’re almost concerned about how little he sleeps. Humans already sleep so little! Everyone should sleep half the day away! Napping is the best!

His devotion only grows stronger as he spends his free time –whatever little he has, building you structures and towers. Made with metal and wood, laced with a soft velvet fabric. Servos on his hips, as he analyzes his work. Never has he been this proud of a creation.

Arcee? She’s judging. The doc bot has definitely gone off the rails. Yet no one will stop him. Not even Optimus. He may be spending too much time showing his love to you, but everyone knows. The cranky medic has finally found peace and love. Even Optimus can’t help but smile at the situation.

You love it. Never having such a luxurious experience before, and now it’s yours permanently. Napping everywhere on it, kneading it, and scratching it. You’ve even got a slide that you can roll off and enjoy.

—---

Working away at his console, he hears a consistently scraping on the ground. Originally ignoring it as it’s probably one of the kids doing something, but the sound creeps closer by the minute. When he finally pulls his optics off the terminal, he finds a cube of energon on the ground. Popping your head out from behind it, as you paw at it. You brought him fuel.

He can’t help but find his faceplate soften into a smile. Picking up the energon as you hop onto his servo. Spark pulsing and glistening to a degree he’s never experienced before. You nuzzle the edge of the cube towards him, before opting to roll around and use his digits to scratch yourself.

Sipping the energon as he feels you roll around on his helm, now used to the fact you enjoy batting at his antennas and audials. The only sounds around you two are the soft humming of his engines, and your rumbling purring.

#transformers #ratchet x reader #Ratchet x Cat #lmaaaoo #rambles #transformers x reader

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optimusprime12 · 24 days ago

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Poly Transformers: Prime x Hurt! Decepticons! Reader "Hurt" Part two

You laid on the medical Recharge slab. Ratchet refused to talk to you directly, and just made sure you where patched up. Because Optimus Prime told him to.

After Ratchet patched you up, he yelled at Bulkhead, "Get your Decepticon out of my sight." Ratchet was very harsh, but you did feel better. Bulkhead helped you up, and moved you to the other side of there base... They did treat you better then your Master, Lord Megatron. You shook you head, getting those thoughts out of there. "So, you um... Why where you out in the woods? Why where you bleeding?" Bulkhead asks you. "...." You looked away, ashamed. After a minute of nothing, Bulkhead rubs the back of his head. "Sensitive topic?" He asks, and you nod. "I-I was kicked out..." Bulkhead's optics widen. "Kicked out?" He asks, and you just nod, and looked away. "I am unsure why. Lord Megatron never said why." You shrugged. "..." Bulkhead got up, and turn to face you. You where about to ask what he was doing but then he gave you a hug. You blinked a few times, shocked. Slowly you awkwardly patted his back. Bulkhead's back. You fought him once. It was brief... but it's still so weird. Soon, Bulkhead let go of you. "Sorry, it just seemed like you needed a hug." Bulkhead gives you a small smile. You just stared up at him. You shyly nodded at him. "Umm... Thanks." You gave him a small smile.

You slowly walked to Optimus Prime. It's been a week or two now, and you felt so welcomed by Bulkhead... Your starting to grow attached. "Optimus Prime..." You shakily walk up to him. "Yes (Y/n)?" Optimus turns to you, he was so strong looking... "I-I would like to join." You expected him to laugh, to hit you, or to yell. Instead, he smiled. "I would hoping you would," He softly placed his hand on your shoulder. "Nice to have you on the team, (Y/n)." Ratchet spat out his drink as he walks by. "O-optimus! They- They can't be trusted-" Optimus puts his palm up, making Ratchet be quite. The others started gathering around. "Our friend here, will be watched after by Bulkhead." Optimus says, looking at you, then Bulkhead. Bulkhead slowly walks up to you, taking your side. He had a bright smile on, which made your face grown hot. Hot...? Why was your face hot?...

You walked back and forth, your hand on your chin, in your room. The door opened, it was... Optimus? "Yes Optimus?" You asked, he walked a little closer. "Are the others treating you well?" You just nod. But everyone besides Bulkhead and Miko wasn't even looking at you, but Bumblebee and Raf started to wave at you from time to time. Optimus put my hands in his. "Good. I am glad." You blinked a few times.... Would you tell him? No, not now...

After a few more days, you and Bulkhead where talking about the past, when Bee walked up to you. He beeped and whistled, but you couldn't really understand him. "Umm..." You just stared at him. "He says hello." Bulkhead laughs. "Oh, sorry..." You looked away, awkward. Bee hold up a peace sign, which you seen before. "Thanks Bumblebee..." You thanked the smaller bot. Bumblebee waved it off. "He says no problem." Bulkhead acted as a translator. "Thank you..." You looked away again. Feeling the social anxiety get to you. Bumblebee and Bulkhead look at each other, clearly worried.

You soon found yourself beside Ratchet, you wanted to know what to do... But he would probably yell at you for bothering him. You looked to Optimus and Acree, she glared hard at you for when you she caught you looking. You gulped and looked away. A sigh was heard, and then the spinning of a chair. "What do you want?" Ratchet asks, annoyed. "Oh... I-I was just wandering-" He sighed. "What if I helped you?" Ratchet blinks, bewildered. "I drought you know-" "I- Sorry go ahead..." You felt embarrassed. Ratchet put his helm in his hands. "Your fragging...." He said something after that, but you didn't catch it. "What where you going to say?" He asks, looking up into your eyes. "Well... I was a medic... At least I was in school for it." You looked away, only to see him with a harden expression. "Sure, what else do I got to lose?" He says, making you slightly excited. "Thank you... Ratchet..." You slowly walked beside him. You... You felt like you where getting a place in here.

#bumblebee x reader #optimus prime x reader #smokescreen x reader #transformers x reader #ultra magnus x reader #wheeljack x reader #arcee x reader #ratchet x reader

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vrachis · 1 year ago

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ATTRACTION. (100 FOLLOWERS SPECIAL.)

—synopsis : the countless times you’ve seen her in many other ways, you couldn’t seem to stop yourself from coming back to her over and over again.

characters : yae miko x gn reader.

warnings ; breeding, desk sex, almost getting caught, size kink.

a/n : (omfg. u guys prolly read that one post abt me posting this but yeah, i decided to post it for once! im posting this at night w bad service, SO LOLLLL! dunno if its short or what but hope u guys eat this shi up tho LMAO)

NSFW UNDER THE CUT!

she could have never looked more pretty. you mean, she was always pretty. beautiful, stunning, and anything else positive used to describe her. she is simply, ethereal.

it’s no wonder that every time you lay your eyes upon her, all the air in your lungs seem to lessen. just because of the sight of a woman as such.

yae miko is someone who is incomparable to others, a woman out of another’s league. everything about her would lure you in, and maybe that was simply her intention.

from her looks to her personality, who wouldn’t fall prey to such charms?

well…

-… you just so happened to have done so.

at that point, you never knew who to blame. why?

well, it was your fault for falling for her schemes, that you’ve simply let yourself fall into her hands. and whatever you do, no matter what, you just seemed to keep going back to her.

as vexatious as it seems, it’s all the worth as long as you get something in return.

and here you thought you would be the only one coming back for more, but miko needed as much as you did.

she ached, and craved, any time she wanted. so as long as she knows she has you, she could never be more satisfied.

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elicited mewls comes from the woman below you, and sounds of wood creaking violently flows along with the symphony of wet skin colliding with one another. when miko croaks out a gasp, her head falls against the wooden desk, the sheer sweat on her head cascading down to soak the oak.

as you keep a firm grip against her waist, your hips hammer in and out of her at a breakneck pace, your skin slapping against the fat of her ass. you let out a groan as you empty inside her once more, your seed spurting angrily into deep into her womb. you lean down to press a sloppy kiss to her cheek and sigh.

you let yourself finish inside her, and settle with slow thrusts. and as you slightly pull out, the mixture of both your fluids flow from her cunt, the erotic sight of it alone seeming to spur you on. it’s a sight you alone get to see every time you get with her, and you surely couldn’t feel more prideful enough at the thought of it.

“mm, you certainly have no end to your stamina, do you?” miko huffs. and of course she means that sarcastically, this woman loves how rough you can be.

you smirk gleefully. “of course, especially since you’re the one i’m doing.”

your response makes her chuckle weakly. “of course it is, what did i expect. it is me, after all.”

you two exchange a good laugh, until your eyes suddenly flash towards the door, where you see a roaming silhouette of one of the shrine maidens. miko seems to notice it as well, and she shushes you.

“l-lady yae, are you alright in there? i heard loud banging noises coming from here—“ the maiden worries.

“don’t worry about it. clearly just showing my displeasure.” she shakes. “now don’t worry your small little head, inagi. get back to work.”

you could’ve swore you almost let out a laugh on the spot. such a silly excuse, you thought. although… was your fucking not too rough for the maidens to not possibly hear her cries from outside? that couldn’t be possible, you thought. you wanted, no, needed everyone to know what exactly was going on in her office.

so as soon as the shadow of the now terrified maiden was gone, you could only press your weight down on the kitsune, your frame towering over hers as you lean down to nibble on her sensitive ear.

you knew miko could sense something was up from that action you just did. so you feel her squirm under you, her body still slightly shaking but seeming to push you off.

“now what? still rowdy enough to go?” she tests.

you could only hum low in response while you kept orally assaulting her ears, the fluffy parts of her seeming to twitch beneath your lips.

“why aren’t you answering me?” she grumbles. you could tell she was impatient by the time you felt her grinding against your crotch once more, evidently urging you to continue your sessions.

although you want to give it to her, you thought, giving her a little taste of her own medicine wouldn’t hurt, right?

“make sure you better be louder this time. i want them to know what exactly happens in here.”

your response seems to have given her a new wave of excitement, given the fact you feel her grinding getting more sensual, as if it has a mind of it’s own and starts to demand.

“and how exactly do you plan on doing that, mm?” she taunts. you place a finger under your chin, pretend posing as if you were to ponder. what a foolish question to ask, you thought. you thought she would’ve known by now, but it seems she just wants to hear it actually come from you.

but no, you’ve had enough expressing yourself. you’ve said enough words and done enough actions, what more so than to have her voice her needs out instead?

so you smirk, looking down mischievously at the kitsune.

“why don’t we settle for what you want? after all, you’re the one who seems to be aching for something.”

she scoffs at you unbelievably. “do you seriously want me to tell you what exactly i need? look here. you know just what i want, so give it to me. don’t make me say it.”

you sigh exasperatedly. “where’s the fun it that? after all, weren’t you the one aching for me to fuck you earlier? just beg this once, and all of this will continue.”

you hear her grit her teeth from below you, then an annoyed exhale. “fine. but you better stick to your words and listen carefully because i’m never letting you hear this again for the rest of how long you’ll live.”

you chuckle triumphantly. “hah. bring it on.”

#vrachis #kein’s fics.#dom! reader #sub genshin #sub yae miko #yae miko x reader #yae miko smut #genshin x reader #genshin smut #genshin yae miko #100 followers special fic.#it was postponed so much omfg sorry yall

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ohdearlingwhathappened · 8 months ago

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A Pair Made in The Pits

Falling Behind Pt. 3- TFP Megatron x Reader

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3.5

A/n: Thank you all, once again for your patience and understanding on the time it took for this chapter's release. It was hard to find time to write between multiple ER visits and the passing of my dog, but I was finally able to finish it up! I hope you all enjoy, and I would love to hear your thoughts. WC: 7099

And thank you to @callsign-relic for allowing me to commission her beautiful work for my story's cover art! You always make amazing pieces!

Warnings: Torture, cursing, Starscream and Megatron being a dick, and deprecation. If I've missed anything, please let me know

Y/n wasn’t sure as to how one of the Autobots- probably Optimus- had returned her car to her driveway, but she wasn’t complaining. She did, however, inwardly groan over the fact she forgot to turn off her 6am alarm after all of yesterday’s excitement, especially after the awful sleep she had. Y/n’s mind kept her up all night, the voices of anxiety now practically screaming that something was wrong- that something wrong was done. And it wasn’t until she had finally gotten to sleep did it feel that seconds later her alarm was blaring in her ear.

Getting up, against the wants of her body, Y/n slowly makes her way to her kitchen, debating whether or not she wants coffee or tea to start her morning. Looking in her fridge and seeing a lack of milk, the decision is easily made and she fills her kettle with water and begins preparing the steeper and getting the oolong out of the cabinet. However, before being able to take the first sip, the sound of the rumbling and then resounding hiss of a semi coming to a stop. Taking a look outside her living room window, there sits Optimus, waiting for Y/n to come outside, presumably to go back to the base.

“Shit.” Y/n groans, rubbing the bridge of her nose, wondering if the kids are also being ushered out of the house this early.

Pouring her tea into a travel tumbler, Y/n scurries around her house to take a quick shower and get changed into a black blouse tucked into a midi, and finishing it off with a pair of booties. She applies some makeup and practically runs out the door, grabbing a random book on the way.

“... Good morning, Optimus.” The passenger side door pops open and Y/n quickly climbs in and makes herself comfortable. The woman gives an airy laugh while fiddling with her hair, “I didn’t expect you so soon, I had to rush around to get ready.”

“Good morning, Y/n. I apologize- I did not mean to rush you, though it may be best to get back to the base sooner than later.” The cab hums with his response- even if Y/n hadn’t been inside, she was sure she would have felt the baritone vibrations nonetheless.

The drive back was long and quiet, much like last night. Taking a sip of her tea, Y/n finally looks down at the book, and it takes all of her restraint not to spit it out onto his dashboard. What looks back up at Y/n is a sweaty, shirtless cowboy and the title ‘Ride into My Heart Like a Stallion’. A gag gift given to them by their friend half-way across the country, of which Y/n never intended to touch, let alone read. Y/n couldn’t help but truly consider the pros and cons on whether or not she could just chuck the book, but she knew it would drag up more questions if she just threw the book out the window, so she simply crossed her arms over it and hoped that no one would ask her about it throughout the day.

“Y/n?”

Snapped out of her thoughts, Y/n looks over to the head unit of the dash, not entirely sure where to look before responding, “Sorry, it seems I was lost in my own thoughts.”

“I was asking if you needed to stop anywhere before heading back to base? We do not have much for humans at this moment.”

“Oh um, no, I’m alright. I have my tea and a book, and I’m sure the children will be able to keep themselves occupied as well. I’m not completely familiar with the boys, but Miko will most assuredly be fine; give that girl a pencil, paper, and something of interest, she’ll be kept busy for a while.” Y/n laughs to herself for a moment, though a worried expression passes over her face, “She’s a creative girl, but I worry about her being lonely. Her host parents aren’t used to her, and she doesn’t really have any friends at the school. I think, despite the rather strange circumstances, that perhaps being with you all may be good for her.”

“You seem to care for them well. Do you have sparklings of your own?’

“Sparkl- oh, Children? No no no. I don’t have any- um- sparklings. Closest thing I hope to get to that is Miko. I haven’t figured out my own grievances in this world, and it wouldn’t feel right to bring life into a world where your own quotemate may be a cruel joke.”

“A quotemate?”

Y/n takes a deep breath through her nose and casts her eyes to the ceiling of Optimus’ cab, trying to come up with a succinct explanation to the complex system that not even humanity has completely figured out, “Well, a quotemate is someone you are connected to. In the simplest of terms, your quotemate is the person who is supposed to protect, love, and stand beside you. And the way you find them is a quote that appears on one of your wrists- hence, ‘quotemate’. There’s a few more details, but that’s the gist of it.”

“We had a similar- but not very common- phenomenon on Cybertron, however, we call our fated ones ‘sparkmates’.”

“It’s a much prettier word than our species’. Why sparkmates?”

“Your kind call them hearts; we call it a Spark. It contains our life force and our memories. And in the case of the ones in which we are destined, they are our other half and thus hold the other half of our spark. Those of our kind who have a sparkmate were encouraged and expected to cherish and hold them dear.” Optimus’ cab is silent for a moment for a moment, “Though, after the start of the war, people began dreading hearing the words engraved on their frame, fearing their other half would be on the other side of the battlefield.”

“...Do you have a sparkmate, Optimus?” Another hum runs through the cab, before turning into the slightest chuckle.

“I do. He’s not the easiest mech to get along with, but I would never have made it as long as I have without him.” The bot’s facial feature may not be present, but Y/n can easily imagine the fond, endearing smile that would have otherwise found itself on the large mech’s lips. “I will be forever grateful for Ratchet’s undying support.”

“Ratchet?!” Once the statement sets in, Y/n’s head whips from the ceiling of the cab to the center dashboard at the revelation.

“You sound surprised.”

“Well, I haven’t spent much time around Ratchet, but he’s not the most- how do I put this- welcoming?”

“I will admit Ratchet is wary about the involvement of you and the children, but he will not cause you harm.”

“OH! Oh no- I- I didn’t mean to- to imply that he- I know Ratchet wouldn’t hurt the children! He just visibly doesn’t seem to like us.” Waving her hands in denial, Y/n scrambles to fix the miswording of her statement, but it doesn’t seem Optimus was too worried about the misunderstanding.

“Give Ratchet time, he will adjust. I have no doubt you both will get along with time.”

“You’re right- after all, we all will be spending much more time with each other. I look forward to getting to know all of you.” She smiles, glad to know Optimus, and likely the rest of them will take good care of the kids and herself. Maybe she would be able to pick Ratchet’s mind at some point for information about the anatomy or history of the Cybertron people.

* * * * * *

“WHAT WAS THAT?!” This is not what the young woman had hoped would be, quite literally, crawling around the base, but she couldn’t peel her eyes away from the thing that Ratchet had just squashed, “I hope to hell and back that is not what you people consider some kind of bug!”

“No, Y/n. I’m afraid this may be the effects of dark energon.” Though Optimus’ voice is normally quite dark, Y/n could easily pick up on the deep worry that whatever this ‘dark energon’ brings, means nothing good will come of its arrival in the base. “ Seeing as it has some of the residue Arcee found on Cliffjumper, it would stand to reason that it was what brought both your equipment to life and Cliffjumper back from the dead.”

“It would answer the question as to why Cliffjumper’s life signal came back online, but dark energon, Optimus? It’s such a scarce material- it’s virtually nonexistent. Why would it be on this rubbish planet?”

“May I interject?” Both bots turn their attention to the woman they had evidently forgotten was there- one much more open to the interruption than the other. “Um- may I ask what energon is? I thought you said your people’s Allspark was made of it, so why would it attack Ratchet? ”

At the question, Ratchet scoffs and begins running diagnostics on the squished piece of equipment that previously housed some of this energon stuff. His blatant display of annoyance was no less irritating than it was yesterday, but not only did Y/n not want to start some sort of argument with Optimus’ sparkmate, it also wouldn’t get them anywhere, so she would refrain from mouthing off to the condescending mech. At some point, she was going to have to have a one on one conversation with Ratchet about speech behavior and ways to go about explaining things without making the rest of the room feel as if they’re a massive inconvenience, but now was not the time- no matter how tempting it was to tell him to shove his opinions up his tailpipe.

“Energon is the lifesource of our people. Dark energon is something that can give life-” Optimus gestures towards the mangled metal, “- but the cost is great. Not much is known about it, as Ratchet stated- dark energon is a rare commodity, but it is not something to underestimate, hence why I believe Megatron is the reason why it has found its way to this planet’s surface.”

Both Y/n and Ratchet look at Optimus, almost in synch, “But why?”

“To conquer this planet by raising an army of the undead.”

“Where would he find that many Cybertronian dead, Optimus? It’s not like Megatron is going to just stumble on a burial ground on this planet.” At least the sass Ratchet displays isn’t always just directed at any human- his leader isn’t even exempt from the proverbial lashings of the team’s medic, though Y/n supposes that may have something to do with them being connected.

Before Optimus could answer, his thoughts are interrupted by the sounds of the rest of the Autobots’ alt-modes. Upon stopping, each kid hops out of their respective guardian, having obviously come from some kind of fun. Looking at her phone, Y/n realizes that it's still a little early in the day, so she is a tad surprised they woke up this early on a Saturday, but she’s glad to see all of them having fun and maybe even bonding with their new companions. Seeing Bulkhead awkwardly handing Miko her electric guitar, she already has a feeling the girl will be putting on at least one show while they are at the base, knowing the acoustics are much too tempting for the girl to not play at least one song.

“Autobots, remain here. Ratchet and I will be outside of communications range for some time, so I’m putting you in charge.” Optimus give his orders

“Optimus, with all due respect, playing bodyguard is one thing, babysitting is another.” The sight of Jack scoffing and rolling his eyes at her wording is easy to see- any kid his age wouldn’t like the idea of being babysat, even if it was by an alien robot. The femme crosses her arms before gesturing towards the medic, “Besides, Ratchet hasn’t been in the field since the war.”

“My pistons may be rusty, but my hearing is as sharp as ever!” Ratchet’s call from his computer forces a laugh barely covered by a cough from Y/n, which she quickly mouths a ‘sorry’ when he shoots her a look.

“For the moment, it is only reconnaissance.” Optimus tries to assure the smaller bot, but both Arcee and Y/n could smell the bullshit from a mile away.

“Then why do I hear an edge in your voice?”

At her continued questioning, Optimus pauses and furrows his brows, “Arcee, much has changed in the past 24 hours. We must all learn to adapt.” Before she could get another word out, he turns to Ratchet, “Ratchet, bridge us out.”

And with just a few steps, they were gone.

“Okay chief, so, uh, what’s on the activity list?” Jack looks up to his mechanical guardian only to be met with a scowl.

“If I’m not mistaken, Jack, you should have some schoolwork to do. Why don’t we give them a break from whatever activities they treated you to this morning?” Y/n smiles at the kids, trying to give the Autobots a needed time off from their newly appointed roles as guardians. “Miko, you can practice some of your guitar and then start on some of your work, and Raf, I’m not sure of your schoolwork load, but I suggest you start on any work you may have.”

“Yes ma’am.” All three kids say, some more begrudgingly than others, all while setting up for whatever they are to get done.

“Good, I’m going on Patrol. Bee, you’re with me.” Arcee makes her way to the tunnel, ready to go out.

“But Optimus told us to stay here.” Bulkhead brought up the leader’s orders before almost immediately being shot down.

“When Optimus puts you in charge, you can call the shots.” With that, both Arcee and Bee transform and are down in the tunnel in seconds, leaving the kids, Y/n, and Bulkhead left.

“So, uh, what’s on the activities list?” Bulk turns, seeing Miko plugging in her guitar to the amp, the feedback forcing everyone to cover their ears.

“Band practice, anyone?” After a moment of silence, she turns to the younger boy, “Come on, Raf. You play anything?”

“Um… Keyboard?”

“Laptop and samples-”

Y/n smiles and shakes her head, glad to see the kids are getting along before opening her book and tea thermos, taking a seat near Ratchet’s computer stand so as to not get in the kids’ way. She never planned on reading this kookie book her friend sent her, but it was either the book or be subjected to joining Miko’s makeshift band after an already hectic week.

“Y/n, are you joining?”

“Nah, I’m good with just listening, Miko. You know I prefer listening to you play.” Shooting the girl a smile and thumbs up, she returns to the downright awful writing of this cowboy love story. Y/n has to go to the bookstore at some point to send an equally bad book. Maybe a silly alien romance book- forbidden love. They’ll be rolling on the floor at the concept.

As the woman chuckles to herself, the familiar green lights from yesterday start blaring, letting them know Agent Fowler had returned. Bulkhead rushed the kids to hide behind his pedes and Y/n didn’t want to risk being seen running over, so she kept her spot under Ratchet’s computer and motioned to the kids to stay quiet just as the elevator door opened.

“Prime? Prime!” Y/n couldn’t see the man, but she could tell that he must still be on the platform, since she could no longer hear his footsteps. Just like yesterday, he did not sound happy.

“Agent Fowler, uh, he’s not here. Nobody’s here! … except me, of course.” The green bot chuckles awkwardly, and Y/n silently groans- this mech is going to get them all caught if his nerves take over.

“Well, where is he? Wait, let me guess-” as Fowler rants and raves he must have started to move because Bulkhead begins taking steps to keep the kids out of sight. However, his movements and the cable to Miko’s guitar don’t seem to be mixing well, from the way Y/n sees Miko nearly fall, only for the boys to catch her. But the slight fall was enough for the guitar to send sound through the amp, she just hopes that it wasn’t enough to break the man from his tirade.

“Since when are you bots electric?” Fowler questions and Y/n is pleading for whatever deity that may be listening to grant Bulkhead the ability to come up with some kind of lie, but the kids beat him to it.

“Hi. We’re… interns! Earning extra credit in auto shop.” Jack awkwardly smiles, hoping his lie is bought.

“Alright. Let’s move. I’m taking all three of you into federal custody.” Hearing his footfalls on the metal stairs, Y/n makes her way over, picking up a piece of the squashed robot from earlier that Ratchet must have missed.

“Over my dead body.” She holds up the metal piece like a makeshift bat, more than ready to take a swing.

“Woah there. By the stripes of Uncle Sam’s shorts, ma’am, put the weapon down. I’m just going to take you and these kids to-” Taking a step back, Agent Fowler puts his hands up to show he didn’t mean any harm, only to be cut off by the woman again.

“Nowhere. You are taking these kids nowhere. Optimus has promised protection for these kids and like hell will I allow some random ass man, trusted government agent or not, to touch a hair on these kids’ heads, let alone take them anywhere.” Y/n takes a look behind her, and in seeing the kids looking between Y/n and Fowler apprehensively, she drops the metal to her side, not letting go in case something goes awry, “… I will go with you, if it will get you to leave.”

“What?!” Miko shrieks, coming to hold onto the sleeve of Y/n’s blouse, making her briefly glance back before bringing her attention back to Agent Fowler, ”You can’t go with him! He-”

“Bulkhead, get Miko.”

“Uh I don’t-”

“Get her now, Bulkhead. She is your ward, act like it.” She shoots the metal giant a glare, watching as he finally picks the girl up, not that she went peacefully.

“No! Put me down, Bulk!” Miko thrashes in his hold as Y/n walks towards Fowler.

“Let’s go have a conversation with whomever your boss is, shall we? I’m sure I can convince them that leaving these children in Optimus’ care is the best course of action.” She grins at the man as she passes him on the way to the elevator, a grin that holds a level of malice that makes Fowler nearly let the woman just stay instead of getting in the confined space of his helicopter.

But only nearly.

“And I know that my superiors will have all of you in custody.” He grabs her elbow and finishes leading her up the steps and into the elevator. Both adults could hear Miko screeching in Bulk’s grasp, threats and complaints that turned to pleading the closer Y/n got to that elevator. Y/n didn’t say anything. She didn’t look back. But with every step she took, her heart squeezed with each scream from the girl. It isn’t until they get onto the elevator and the doors close that the tension from her shoulders ease and the breath escapes her.

“Is that so? I’d say if your superiors are as weak-willed as you, I’ll be back before it’s time for the kids to be back home.” She doesn’t bother looking over at the man, not even as he mumbles something about respect and ‘women and alien robots being the problem with his blood pressure’.

Before long, the elevator comes to a creaky stop and the doors open to reveal the orange hue of the rock the base is hidden under and a view that, under different circumstances, would be quite gorgeous, especially with the breeze taking away from the baking early fall sun. A few feet away lies the helicopter Agent Fowler presumably arrived in earlier. The reality of the past ten minutes was setting in with each step they took towards the vehicle and while Y/n absolutely would have stood up for those kids again in a heartbeat, maybe she wouldn’t have given herself as collateral quite as quickly.

“Get comfortable, it’s gonna be a long 5 hour flight.” Tired of his hold on her arm, Y/n pulls herself away before scrambling up into the body of the helicopter, grimacing at her lack of grace.

“I don’t suppose you’ll be providing in-flight snacks. After all, you seem to have such star spangled hosting skills.” She adjusts herself in the passenger seat, and never in her wildest days would she ever thought she would hope and pray for a vehicle to turn into a giant robot and prevent her from being sent to a government facility, but here she sits- hoping for just that.

“Are you going to be pushing my buttons this entire flight, or will I have an ounce of peace on the way to the Pentagon?” Fowler pulls himself up, lacking his own grace and nearly falling face first into his seat, forcing a snort to come from Y/n.

“Well, you’re more than welcome to send me back to the base.” The suggestion brings out a laugh of Fowler’s own, no other answer needed nor given. Starting up the chopper, he glances over to ensure the straps were done properly before handing a set of headphones to Y/n, before the sound of the blades becomes too loud.

Finally, the vehicle lifts off the ground and the flight to Washington D.C. begins, making Y/n wonder if she could properly time being over one of the larger ‘islands’ of sandstone littering the Nevada desert to jump out of the copter, but deigns it too risky to attempt. While she’s turning over possible solutions in her head, Fowler rings his boss, “Sir, Agent Fowler. We have a situation. I’m en route from the autobot base. I’ll brief you in person.”

Choosing to save her breath, Y/n continues looking out the window of her side of the vehicle, noting the sun ebbing its way closer to being at its highest point. That was one thing she hated about this area, while she found the landscape to be gorgeous, it quickly became boring seeing the exact same hues of orange, yellow, brown, and the occasional reds. It couldn’t have been more than fifteen minutes after Fowler informed his boss of his location that the sonar built into the dashboard started beeping with an icon flashing on the screen, getting closer to the center of the sonar’s radius.

“I am begging you to tell me that is either a big bird or a friend.”

“What in Uncle Sam’s beard-” Looking up from the dashboard, Y/n sees some kind of drone flying right at them and lets out a shout, pushing the steering gear to the side with her foot before the thing coming their way. Luckily, Fowler snaps out of his shock quickly enough to grab the steering before the both of you could go crashing into the canyon side.

“Watch it!”

“You watch the fucking drone!” And as if her luck wasn't bad enough, in the next moment, the helicopter jostles, claws of whatever had attacked them now sinking into the roof of the helicopter's cab. Moving in her seat, Y/n looks up to the ceiling and shrieks upon seeing the sharp talons that easily make up the length of her face stuck in the metal above her, forcing the agent to cover his ears.

With a harsh yank from above, the copter jerks in response and the last thing Y/n remembers is the feeling of the cold, hard glass making a sharp impact with the back of her head, before everything went dark.

* * * * * *

The feeling of weightlessness while simultaneously feeling as if something is pulling you down by your ankles is something Y/n can confidently say she's never felt before. That sensation accompanied by the frigid air around her and the pain of having her arms being held twisted uncomfortably in the air made her transition back to consciousness that much more unpleasant. Tension and pain racks her body every step closer she gets to being awake, drawing out a strained hiss from the woman.

“Ooh? Look who's finally decided to join the party.” A scratchy voice drawls from a few feet to her left. Opening her eyes, Y/n is met with two bright, red eyes made all the more piercing with the bot's white dots that must act as pupils. Despite the strain on her throat and body, she lets out an ear-shattering scream and kicks the new mech.

“Ach! Why you little-”

“Where am I?! Who the fuck are you?! Let me down!” Paying little mind to the irritated figure before her, she struggles in her chains, squirming and shaking.

“Awwww the little human wants to be let go?” A sharp talon pricks Y/n's chin and lifts it to bring her eyes back to his, the grin on his face a celebration of his premature victory.

“Yes! Please!”

“How polite. Such a rarity in humans.” He chuckles to himself, obviously thinking his little stab to be funny. “All you have to tell me, dear, is where the Autobot base is. Can you do that for me?”

“Don't tell him anything!” Finally, Fowler speaks up from Y/n's left, shocking her into whipping her head to face him, not having even noticed his presence prior to him yelling.

A silence fills the cold, dark room and Y/n looks back to the mech before her, a desperate look in her eyes, “I'm sorry, what's an autobot?”

The mech wrenches back, his grin twisting into an infuriated scowl. Standing to his full height, he wraps the chains that hold her around his hand and pulls them up and towards him, further twisting her arms until a sickening pop echoes in the room, forcing a scream to rip from her throat. Any kindness, faux or no, had vanished as the bot before her snarls, “What do you mean, you don’t know?!”

Y/n’s breathing is shallow and panicked, the burning sensation surging down her arm and through her shoulder causing her to squeeze shut her eyes. Luckily, it was only her right arm, but there was no time to appreciate that. After a moment, she opens her eyes to see the now-blurry mech leaned down in front of her through the tears building and streaming down her face, she hiccups, “I’m sorry! I don’t know what you’re talking about, I swear!”

“Fine. If you’re going to play like this, I have no choice but to escalate matters.” He brings himself back up to his full height and turns to another bot who presumably is standing guard at the door. “Bring the prod.”

Prod?! If struggling in her chains wouldn’t exasperate her dislocated shoulder, Y/n would be moving every which way in order to find some way to get out of this nightmarish shitshow.

“Please, sir. I don’t know anything about any Auto people! I was picked up by this man after getting lost in the desert.” Tears beginning to subside, Y/n glances at Fowler and then back to Starscream, “I’m sure you’re a reasonable… robot-”

“I am not one of your feeble human machines, I am Starscream! Current second-in-command and future leader of the Decepticons!” The door opens, letting more cold, stale air into the room, and the bot from earlier reenters the room, holding what can only be described as some futuristic bident. Starscream snatches the device from the other Decepticon, “Finally, what took you so long?!”

“I’ll be nice and give you one more opportunity, humans- where is the Autobot base?” Switching his tactics to address Fowler, he leans down to the man and holds the prod up to his chin.

“Sure thing,buddy, right after you eat my star-spangled shorts.” Fowler laughs but is quickly cut short as Starscream activates his prod, a pink electrical current running between the two prongs. Upon pressing it to Agent Fowler’s ribs, the man screams in pain, clutching his own chains in an attempt to ground himself.

“No!”

“As I imagined, energon and human nervous systems don’t mix.” As he keeps the energon-infused prod pressed to Fowler’s skin, his grin only grows. With each press of the instrument, the clothes begin to sear away, allowing the energon access to his bare skin, no doubt doing further damage, if the smell of burning skin is anything to go by.

“Starscream, leave him alone! Please!” Voices in her head plead with her to keep her mouth shut, to no avail. The man is suffering, and while Y/n wasn’t exactly Fowler’s biggest fan for taking her away from the Autobot base, she didn’t want to see the poor man suffer.

And he stops, but only for a moment. The humming of the torture device and the heavy gulps of air Fowler sucks into his lungs at the brief interlude fill the otherwise silent room. Starscream’s eyes flick back and forth, not really focusing on anything. After another moment, he gives a thoughtful hum of his own, “Perhaps you’re right. I may have been going about this all along.”

“Yes! I’m glad you-”

“If what you say is true, that means you’re an innocent human. And what a shame it would be if a, what do you humans call them- “protector of the people” was to allow a civilian to face such methods of… interrogation.” And without another moment’s pause, knives felt as if they were entering Y/n’s bloodstream from where Starscream jabs her, ripping yet another agonizing scream from her throat.

“Stop it, con! She has nothing to do with any of this.” Fowler barks, jostling his chain to attempt to wriggle out of his constraints.

“Precisely. The faster you tell me where the Autobots are hiding, the sooner I stop hurting our friend here.” Driving the point home he jams the prod back into Y/n’s ribcage, releasing another scream from the woman. Similar to when Fowler was receiving the same “Decepticon hospitality” Y/n’s clothes began to singe away. Fighting the desire to keep her eyes closed, she struggles to look at Fowler and give him the briefest of shaking her head, before letting it hang down, the weight of her own head too much to keep up.

I am not doing this just for you to give it away, Fowler. Don’t fuck this up.

She knew she couldn’t say anything that may give her away, so the hope is that her fellow prisoner could understand to keep his mouth shut, even if she is to suffer for it. The next jolt was to her right arm, as if that arm hadn’t already been pulled from its socket, just at the crook of her elbow. To drive home the fact that he didn’t plan on letting up, Starscream dug the prod in harder against her skin, drawing blood to the surface. He finally retracts the weapon and holds Y/n’s head up with a dagger-like finger on each cheek, turning her to fully face Fowler, not that she could see him very clearly, “Come now, Agent Fowler. I don’t think our friend has much more in her. Haven’t you realized the Autobots have abandoned you? I am the only one you can rely upon now. So, tell me what I want to know, or we’ll see how many more she can take.”

“Please… no more. I’ll tell you,” Fowler breaks eye contact with Y/n, ashamed to give up after she’s done so much to keep quiet. He couldn’t keep sitting back, letting her take the brunt of Starscream’s sadism anymore. It takes so much strength for him to muster the words, “They’re in… secret government base.”

“Fowler… no.”

“Go on.”

Shots being fired were audible from beyond the door across the room. And unless Decepticons practiced their aim in the empty hallways Y/n briefly saw, that means the opposition was aboard.

That means the Autobots had come to save them.

“You were saying?” Having also heard the commotion outside, Starscream becomes more antsy, and it shows.

“In the old steel mill… or was it under that carnival funhouse?”

Finally fed up with the disrespect and sass, Starscream frustratedly yells and stabs the prod back into Y/n, the intensity of the voltage much higher than it had been earlier. The shots were louder now, being heard even over Y/n’s screeches. If Fowler wasn’t halfway into unconsciousness, he would have tried to distract the mech as much as he could, but he couldn’t think past staying awake and alive.

“I’ve had enough of this.” Starscream begins unraveling Y/n from her chains, not trusting the others to keep the Autobots at bay, let alone defeating them. He may not leave this moment the victor, but like hell is he going to lose both hostages. Y/n doesn’t have the strength to fight back after all that had been done, barely even registering that not only is she free from her chains, but she’s also haphazardly being shoved into a cockpit and losing consciousness for the second time that day.

The door to the room opens a moment later, a silent Vehicon just stands in the entryway.

“Well?” He asks, patience draining with every passing second, quickly turning to shock when the Vehicon’s frame drops and both Bulkhead and Bumblebee are poised for blasting whatever stands in the room, immediately shooting the other Vehicon with Starscream. Aiming his arm towards Fowler, Starscream glowers at the interrupting bots, “Not so fast-”

“I wouldn’t.” Arcee taps him from above, having snuck her way in through the ventilation shaft.

“Oh, but I might.”

“Where’s Y/n?” Bulkhead keeps his blaster aimed towards Starscream, but with a brief glance around it’s easy to see there is no other organic life, other than Fowler- only chains that now hang empty.

“The other human? She said she didn’t know you, so we… parted ways.”

“NO!” Bulkhead shouts and immediately begins shooting, prompting the other to take fire as well. Starscream can only jump from side to side in order to avoid their gunfire.

“Apologies, Autobots, but I’m sure you can find her body down below somewhere.” He cackles as he transforms into his alt-mode, and races out of the room, knocking Arcee from the vent and Bulk and Bee into the ground.

* * * * * *

Y/n wakes up in another dark space- only this time it’s much smaller and warmer; there’s a sway to the room, if you can call it that, but she isn’t sure if the sway is from the nausea overcoming her or if wherever she is is actually moving. The last thing she remembers is a final shock to her body before passing out. Eyes adjusting to the light, it’s easy to determine the surrounding space is the inside of some kind of jet, but instead of the cockpit being parallel to the ground, it’s upturned, like the aircraft would be facing the sky. She was in a Cybertronian- likely Starscream, if the color scheme is anything to go by.

Pressing her hands to the ground, Y/n is quickly reminded of the fact that Starscream had ripped her right arm out of its socket. Looking down, she notices her clothes are burnt and ripped beyond repair- her blouse now adorned with asymmetrical, distressed sleeves that barely go past her elbows and the skirt being a shredded mess, likely from rough handling of Starscream’s razor sharp talons; Taking her foot and stepping on the pathetic scraps of fabric of her skirt, Y/n uses her functional hand and rips a handful of the fabric strips away. Y/n balls the cloths up and puts it in between her teeth as a makeshift mouth guard. The limb now felt numb, but she knows that popping it back in is going to burn; her left hand grasps the right arm’s bicep.

Deep breaths. Deep Breaths, Y/n.

And with an upwards jerk, she feels a brief click in her shoulder, but the limb doesn’t doesn’t stay in place, forcing a deep inhale through her gag.

Relax. You’re not going to be able to reset it if you don’t fucking relax. You just survive until Optimus gets you.

After another few deep breaths, Y/n tries it again and feels a more solid click as she screams, muffled by the burnt fabric in her mouth; letting go, her arm stays in place, though a reignited burn returns to the site of the wound. With her arm taken care of, getting out of this wretched place is next on the to do list. Banging a hand on the glass enclosing her in this dreadful mech’s cockpit, the needles in her throat become even more pronounced as she groans, ”Let me out.”

Nothing changes. His steps are still steady.

“Let me out!”

Again, nothing.

“STAR-”

“STARSCREAM, YOU INCOMPETENT FOOL! I ORDERED YOU TO AWAIT MY COMMAND!”

Upon hearing such a loud fury, Y/n immediately seeks out the most stable part of Starscream’s cockpit and hunkers down. If she has learned anything, it’s that these Decepticons generally deal with disputes through violence, and she doesn’t believe that stops within their own ranks.

“Please, Lord Megatron, I meant no- AGH!” and just like that, Starscream, and Y/n transitively, fly across the room at Megatron’s hand. And though Y/n can’t see him, it did not sound like it took much physical exertion for him to do so.

“Instead, your mindless agenda resulted in the disabling of my ship and the delay of MY PLANS!” Megatron raises his hand again, more than ready to strike Starscream again.

“My intentions were pure, master. I only wanted you to be rid of Optimus.” Y/n’s world tilts as Megatron brings his foot against Starscream’s head, smashing it into the ground and allowing sparks to fly; she grunts at being thrown from her “safe space” and rolls onto the glass under her that begins cracking under the pressure of Megatron’s foot. She hates crying, but after the third time death threatens to barrel down your door, the stress begins to cap off, and so the weeping begins.

“NO ONE RIDS ME OF OPTIMUS PRIME BUT ME! DO YOU UNDERSTAND? DO-” The sound of Y/n’s wailing, though faint to Megatron’s audials, catches his attention. Lifting Starscream above himself by his throat and turning him enough to get a glimpse into his cockpit, making perfect eye contact with Y/n. Slowly turning Starscream back to face him, Megatron tightens his grasp around his throat and hisses, “Starscream… explain yourself.”

“My lord, She is a friend of the Autobots! I took her as a hostage so we can extract information!” His voice comes out staticy, a sign Megatron may be doing more damage than he should as he continues constricting his grip.

“You are as stupid as you are a disgrace to the Decepticons. Bring the human out.” Megatron growls his command and releases his throat, sending his second-in-command scrambling to retrieve Y/n, who in turn dodges each grab at her body, thanking the fates for making his cockpit on his back while bi-pedal.

“Stop moving, you-”

“Keep the fuck away from me! I already told you, I don’t know what the fuck you’re talking about, you walking scrapyard, and me speaking to your troglodyte of a boss isn’t going to change that!” Unfortunately, there’s only so many places for Y/n to run to, and her Yakety sax impression comes to a close when he manages to snag a part of her skirt. Bringing her out on the palm of his hand whilst using his thumb to press her to lie flat on her stomach, he presents her to his master while scowling down at her.

“Why you insolent little-”

“You are wasting my time, Starscream! Is she telling the truth- have you really learned nothing from your own hostage?! Not only have you wasted our resources with your stunt, but you have given the Autobots a reason to storm this ship!”

“No, my liege! They won’t come here to find her- they believe her to be dead.” Starscream allows a shaky smile to creep its way onto his lips, hoping to at least somewhat appease the brute in front of him. Processing what he’s just said, Y/n stops trying to move her way from under the mech’s thumb.

They think I’m dead.

“And what does that leave us with? A soft, useless human who can’t even escape the confines of your servos, let alone provide any kind of productivity for our cause.

No one is coming to save me.

The image of Megatron’s face moving to be right in front of her entire body snaps Y/n out of her spiraling thoughts of lost hope, the heat and humidity coming from his mouth breezes against her, forcing goosebumps to crawl along her arms. The mechanical giant looks her person up and down, then scoffs,

“Worthless scrap.”

The woman bristles as he begins to make his way towards one of the room’s doors. Having noticed Starscream loosening his hold on her back, Y/n stands and snarls at the back of Megatron, “I’m sure you know all about being worthless, wouldn’t you.”

His heavy foot slams to the floor midstep, once relaxed stature stiffened as he slowly turns back towards Y/n and Starscream, in which the latter panickedly looks between the girl in his hand and the mech who has killed other Cybertronians for less. Megatron turns his attention to another mech Y/n had not previously noticed who is practically hidden in the lack of light on this ship- of whom looks back to Megatron. The two stare at one another, as if speaking with each other telepathically.

“Starscream, take that… thing to Knockout for examination.”

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Drv3 girls struggling to open a soda can for you only for himiko to open it easily

A/n:this is very much inspired by a scenario i saw in a wattpad story with some sdra2 characters that I thought was really funny

Kaede akamatsu

She was actually the one who suggested helping you when she saw you struggling to open the can

"Are you sure kaede? It's really tough"

"Don't worry, I got it. Playing piano really strengthens your fingers, you know?

She tries her best but eventually gives you the can back when she understands she can't open it

"Sorry y/n, you were right i think the can might be broken or something"

"Oh it's fine I'll just ask himiko"

"Himiko?"

She had her mouth wide open when himiko managed to open without any problem and needed a bit of time to let the shock go away

"Wow, himiko, I had no idea you were this strong you seem so lazy and short.......n-no offense, sorry"

Kirumi tojo

"Sorry kirumi do you mind opening this can for me?"

"Of course dear, I'd do anything for you"

Her whole ultimate is doing tasks for others, opening a can should be the easiest thing ever to her........except for this one it seems

She really doesn't want to disappoint you, so she tries for a while politely declining anyone who wants to help her.

She also tries other methods like using a towel or even taking off her gloves to open the lid but dejectedly gives up when she sees nothing works

"I am truly sorry y/n, I apologize for not being able to satisfy your request. Shall I call gonta?"

"Oh no Don't worry kirumi, I'll call himiko"

She's surprised by you choosing himiko, but even more when she actually opens it, she puts her gloved hand over her mouth to try to hide her shock

"Are you alright rumi?"

"......y-yes, pardon my surprise I just......didn't expect that"

Angie yonaga

She does a weird prayer before trying to open the can

"Oh great, atua. I ask that you give me the strength to open this can for my beloved"

She proceeds to try to open it for a few seconds before giving up and trying to blast it with divine power

"Oh, I'm sorry y/n but it seems atua is resting, and he can't open the can now"

"T-that's fine I'll just ask himiko"

"Hm?"

Initially she doesn't have too much of a reaction when himiko opens the can but she then clasps her hands together and smiles brightly

"Oh himiko it seems atua has chosen to bestow his power upon you. You must be a chosen one. You have to join me and y/n in his worship"

"N-nyeh?"

Tenko has to grab her and lead her away from your girlfriend

Tenko chabashira

"You asked the right person y/n, I got it"

She, in fact, did not get it

She genuinely tried her best though, she's pretty strong, so she just tried to pull the lid off , before trying again with all her strength and finally using some weird neo aikido move on it.

She'd rather die than ask a male for help and she really wants to impress you so she does anything she can to open it until she's sweating and breathing heavily

"A-are you ok tenko? If you can't do it, I can ask-"

"N-no don't worry, it's just a little....tight....I-I can do it"

We she finally gives up, she slams her head on the table in disappointment

"It's fine tenko, don't be like this himiko can do it"

"........hi.....miko?"

The moment himiko opens the can, she gets up and smiles in happiness. It's like a switch was flipped on her

"Wow you're so amazing himiko, did you use some of your magic?"

Miu iruma

"A soda can? really? You can't open a fucking soda can?"

"You try if you're so confident"

"Of course, I'm confident for a good reason"

The words die in her mouth as she struggles to open it, she cusses for a bit before throwing the can on the ground while blushing intensely

When even that doesn't work she puts her goggles on and tries to see if there's something wrong with it, when she concludes it's just a normal soda can she throws it again and swears at it one last time for good measure

"Soooo it's just a soda can isn't it?"

"S-Shut up, I should invent something for that"

"Don't worry I'll just ask himiko to open it"

"Eh?"

She blushes even more and her jaw drops when she sees himiko has, in fact, managed to open the soda can

"W-what the fuck? How did that flat chested shortstack did it? OK that's it, I'm definitely inventing something for that"

"A can opener already exists you know?"

"Well mine will be all robotic and better"

Maki harukawa

"You can't open it?"

"Yeah"

She sighs before taking the can from your hand, closing her eyes and pulling the lid.

This girl has the training of an assassin, she could choke an adult with her bare hands. she can open a soda can.......

not this time, apparently

When she feels that it didn't open, she opens her eyes and makes a surprised "Hm?" Before trying again repeatedly

She's this close to pulling out a knife and just slicing the lid when kokichi starts to tease her

"Geez you can't even open a soda can? And I thought you were supposed to be-"

"Shut up. Do you wanna die?"

When she gives up, you give her a kiss on the cheek to cheer her up and call himiko.

When the magician opens the can she has the most shocked expression you have ever seen on her face

"...........what? How did she........*sighs* whatever"

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vividraft · 3 months ago

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I'd pay for your number!

⇢ ˗ˏˋ fem!reader x yae miko, hu tao, yelan (seperate)

⇢ ˗ˏˋ summary: how would the girls get your number, even though they're at your work place?!

⇢ ˗ˏˋ important notes: this is a repost from my old account (@/rainstops)

⇢ ˗ˏˋ a/n: this is probably like... really awkward because i can't flirt...

old post masterlist tba !

yae miko

Miko was never one to fall for anyone who she sees. But as soon as she walked into her local starbucks, she noticed you behind the counter. It took her just a glimpse to notice that you were new. She was a regular at this shop, and on any other day she would've gone to any of the other workers because they know Mikos order. But luckily she happened to get out of the house extra early.

You greeted her with the probably sweetest smile she had ever seen. It made her heart flutter, and almost made her mess up her order. What is happening here? she is usually never like this! What spell have you cast upon her to make her act that way?

while ordering she was fumbling over her words and she was fidgeting with her fingers. and now she was just supposed to walk out of the store like nothing had happened? as if she wasn't absolutely crushing on you, even though she has said only like two sentences to you? (even if she was in slight denial about crushing on you).

yae miko decided to shoot her shot, but the way her mind was all blank when she locked eyes with you, did not help her to come up with something.

suddenly your sweet voice interrupted her thinking. "sorry did you want caramel on top?", really anyone else would've never forgotten mikos order, not in a thousand years, and if someone did, yae would wonder how that's even possible.

but in your case, it was okay. Seriously, even if she needed to repeat her whole order to you, she would have done it happier than ever.

"well i think you sweetened my day more than that caramel ever could hm?"

oh god why did she say that.

you just blinked at her a few times. "So is that a no...?", did you even realize she was flirting with you?!

miko sighed. "Just put caramel on it", she shook her head. she wasn't going to achieve anything like this.

Well luckily your co worker came to the rescue! "[name] did you not realize that the girl you are serving right now was so obviously flirting with you? Seriously, you need to give her your number or something. The sigh she let out was almost painful to hear. also she's one of our regulars"

luckily you were standing with your backs to miko, and whispering. and when you mouthed an "ohh" you immediately knew what to do. Even if you were kind of oblivious to flirting, it's not like you were entirely stupid.

"Here's your order, and I hear you're one of our regulars? I look forward to regularly seeing you", you leaned over the counter, sweetly smiling at her.

god, what was that feeling? her stomach and head felt all fuzzy, and her heart was about to burst out of her chest. she felt her cheeks redden. What was she supposed to say? you knocked her whole vocabulary out of her brain with just one sentence. Were you even flirting with her? or was she being entirely delusional?

well she had everyday from today on to figure that out, didn't she?

Hu tao

Working at a funeral parlor, of course some flowers were needed. She was a regular, running to the flower store next door. She’s even befriended the friendly old lady who owns the shop!

Yet when she was told to get some more flowers, she groaned. She had other work to do as well! Can‘t someone else do it? Well it wasn‘t too bad of a task, she could chat with the nice lady again, and then return to the task she was finishing before.

So when she stepped through the door with the little bell above it, she didn’t expect someone so… young?

The smell of the flowers hit her, and that’s also when she saw your face. Your soft smile at the sight of a customer walking through the door made her heart flutter.

“Hi, how can I help you?”, your smile wandering from ear to ear. Hu Tao was screaming on the inside. How was your voice so sweet? And your smile so gentle and your face so gorgeous??

…was it always this warm in the store?

“O-oh! I’m from the funeral parlor next door, I was just looking to get some flowers for… funeral decoration”, Hu Tao internally cursed herself. Since when was she stuttering over her words like this??

“I think Grandma- well you know the owner of this store, told me about you! Hu… Hu Tao?”, YOU KNEW HER NAME??? This was a foreign feeling for Hu Tao, how come someone could make her feel so… you must’ve bewitched her!

"Yeah that's correct!", phew why was she getting so dizzy?

"Okay then hu tao which flowers would you like to buy?", you leaned onto the counter, your hands holding your head.

"Just... two bouquets of spider lilies... please", dammit! Was she not capable of forming a full sentence anymore?! Why did her face feel so hot! Focus hu tao focus!

instead of focusing hu taos thoughts drifted into a whole different direction. what would you, the cute flower girl look like handing her a few red roses? or maybe hu tao could give you some roses herself? she would love to see your face turn as re as the roses... or-

"Here are the bouquets! anything else?", your voice snapped hu tao out of her thoughts and she jumped a little.

hu tao needed to get out of here, before her head was going to burst and her heart was going to fly out of her chest.

"thank you!", hu tao just said while grabbing the bouquets, slapping some money on the counter, and running right out the store.

you looked after her, smiling.

"weird girl", you laughed and shook your head, while noticing the huge amount of money she left on your counter, which was far beyond what she owed you. you took a mental note of asking her about it the next time she came here. After all, you were going to see her pretty frequently now, no?

hu tao on the other hand, was out of breath from running. Why was she even running from you? hugging the flowers, she looked down onto them. from now on, she was going to make sure that she was the one who picked up the flowers every time...

yelan

another loss. over and over she kept losing the horrible gamble she was in right now. anyone else would have chosen a different game, a different table - or even a different location by now!

but... yelan just couldn't bring herself to move away.

why? - because you, the dealer of the table were just too cute! yelan couldn't believe her own thoughts, but here we are.

yelan was not even paying much attention to the game anymore. her attention was mostly on you, trying to figure out if there was a way she could get your number, without having to directly ask for it.

even you were wondering by now why she hasn't left the whole entire place yet. not like you wanted her to leave, you didn't want to lie to yourself, and in all honesty, she was kind of attractive. nonetheless, she seemed a little... out of it. Has she had too much alcohol?

One way or another, your shift was about to be over. your other co worker was already walking up to you to take over the table.

you greeted him and with a simple and quick exchange, you left to go get your stuff, and then head home.

as always, you walked past the bar. to your dismay, a weird old creep stopped you and started flirting with you.

"hey cutieee - where ya headed", you weren't standing particularly close to him, but even from where you were standing, you could tell that he reeked of alcohol.

you decided it was best to ignore him and just keep walking. Yet the man had other plans for you. He yanked you by your wrist, and you pulled you closer to him.

"sir please let me go", you tried your best to remain somewhat professional and not punch him in the face right then and there.

but it didn't seem like he was going to let go anytime soon. He kept babbling something about going back to his place, while you tried to push yourself away from him, since convincing him with words didn't work. you weren't even sure if the words arrived in his brain.

you were about to ask literally anyone for help, when a woman stepped in.

she pushed the man off of you, and stood between the two of you, keeping you safe from him.

"didn't you hear her, you creep? she doesn't want anything from you", this obviously seemed to anger the man, yet the woman seemed to not care about anything his drunken state had to say to her.

she simply rolled her eyes, took your hand and walked away with you.

"Are you okay?", she asked.

"ah- yeah thank you so much for helping me", and saying the things i can't say, you wanted to add, but figured it was unprofessional.

the woman in front of you sighed.

"do these kind of things happen to you a lot?", she asked.

"Kind off yeah, but it's what you expect when you work in a place where alcohol is being sold", you answered.

"well if anything happens, just call me", she said, handed you a slip of pape, before wandering off without another word.

Only after she left did you notice your quick heartbeat in your chest, as if your heart was begging to be left out of the place where it belonged and follow your savior, the woman.

maybe you were going to call her even if it wasn't 100% necessary.

#! vivis drafts #genshin impact #genshin x reader #genshin fanfic #yelan #yelan genshin impact #genshin yelan #yelan x reader #genshin #hu tao #hu tao genshin impact #hu tao x reader #yae miko #yae miko x reader

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siderealscribblings · 2 months ago

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99 Years, 11 Months, 28 Days

"No! No, you didn't say she would be here!" Yae Miko hissed, hiding behind Neuvillette's shoulder as a young woman in brown who definitely hadn't been there before grinned at her. "I did not agree to come down here with that demon woman !"

The demon woman in question was barely taller than Furina, a gangly creature who looked to be more hair and sharp grinning teeth than a person. The glint in her eye gave Neuvillette pause, as though it might suddenly leap out and spark a fire. On her fingers sparkled a few dozen rings studded with glowing golden lapis that clackled as she waved at Miko.

"Hiiiiiiiiiiii there Miko~" Hu Tao said to the suddenly terrified kitsune. "What's it been, a hundred and twenty years?"

"Not long enough!" Miko hissed, ears and tail puffing up like an angry cat. "Not nearly long enough!"

"Who… how did you get in here?!" Neuvillette demanded, glaring at Zhongli. "Did she come with you ?"

"If you want to be pedantic, I came here with her ," Zhongli shrugged. "Traveling across the continent is no small feat without a psychopomp to ease the passage."

"And I've been here the whole time," Hu Tao sighed. "You held the door for me ; looked right through me . But nobody ever pays attention to death until it's staring them right in the face."

"Death?" Neuvillette echoed. "What do you mean death?"

"Forgive me, this is Hu Tao…better known by her adeptus name as the Unbound Flame," Zhongli said, watching Neuvillette's expression darken. "I take it you are familiar with her office as a chief reaper of souls, mortal and divine?"

This is the Unbound Flame?! Neuvillette thought. Since his run in with Rex Lapis a few years back, he had spent hours reading up on the Geo Archon's exploits over the years in case they ever tangled again. As death followed war, the Unbound Flame followed Rex Lapis, a capricious little trickster goddess credited with everything from the invention of poetry to the final defeat of Osial's wicked cultists. A formidable force…who Neuvillette expected to be taller or at least look older than a fresh-faced university student. Even after so many years with Furina, it was hard to believe that power could live in such small packages.

"Anyone who has studied the Archon Wars knows about the Unbound Flame," Neuvillette said quietly.

"Then you know that no one understands death better," Zhongli said. "And if there is a way to speak with the departed souls of these men, she knows it."

"Normally I'd let the dead rest, but something tells me these poor fools aren't sleeping quietly just yet," Hu Tao said, leaning in to inspect the corpses closer. "Do you know how they died?"

Neuvillette glanced at Zhongli who just nodded. "They complained of pain and the gardes that found them said they started swelling suddenly. Further examination reveals their organs all ruptured as they were suffused with a lethal amount of Hydro energy. How that Hydro energy got there, I cannot say. "

"Aiya, that's a bad way to go," Hu Tao clucked, running her fingers over the dead men's necks with the practiced ease of the world's oldest undertaker. "Osial had water snakes that would swim in rivers and bite our soldiers during the Archon War. They puffed up like this…but it usually took them hours to die. And then there are these weird tattoos."

Hu Tao traced her finger along the slimy tattoo, wiping her fingers as Hydro clung to them. "If we're not dumb enough to send assassins with Milleleth feathers, Focalors isn't dumb enough to brand our soldiers with her sigil before killing them."

"So what did?" Neuvillette demanded. "Do you have some way to speak with the dead?"

"Oh she does ," Miko hissed. "She just loves pulling spirits out of the threshold between worlds to torture people for her sick pleasure!"

"You know, for someone who likes to mess with people as much as you do, I thought you'd be able to take one little joke with a little more grace," Hu Tao clucked.

"I was lost in the forest for three days convinced that I had fallen into a plane of the Abyss!" Miko snapped. "You chased me around disguised as a giant vishap and convinced the tanuki that I was their lost queen and needed to be kidnapped for my own safety!"

"...like I said, one joke."

"I don't mean to interrupt," Neuvillette said, though that was exactly what he meant. "But there is a small matter of national security we need to deal with."

"Now that is a small matter," Hu Tao sighed. " National security always struck me as an oxymoron like jumbo shrimp or living dead. As soon as you secure the stupid thing, it goes and gets itself insecure all over again."

"You don't say?" Neuvillette said, his limited social graces already stretched to their breaking point. "Can you speak with the spirits of these dead men or can't you ?"

Chapter 1

#the games of divinity #my writing #neuvifuri #furilette #lock stock and two smoking barells we are locked and loaded

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melishade · 19 days ago

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I can't get the idea of Elita-1 and Optimus getting married mid Rumble. Like, who married them? When exactly during the Rumble did this happen? How did everyone react to the most badly timed proposal ever?

If they got married around the beginning, then they would look for a priest, have the world's fastest wedding, and then run into battle the moment they stop kissing.

If it happens during battle before the Autobots arrive, then they'll have to improvise. I like to imagine that Megatron marries them, but what authority would he have for that? "By the power in me vested by...Unicron, I guess." Maybe they'll ask Hanji to do it since she's the commander. What would also be funny is that the Autobots and Council would find out about the wedding through Megatron's memories. Which would be the last thing anyone on Cybertron was expecting to find in Megatron's mind or how they expected to find out about Optimus and Elita's engagement.

But if it happens after the Autobots get there, then their already hectic day is about to get a while lot weirder. Optimus is alive, there's a world like Earth that's has giant cannibalistic humans, Megatron is there too and he's good now, Elita-1 is also alive, the end of the world is happening, and there's a wedding happening during the apocalypse. Nothing could top how crazy this day has been for everyone. There's no way everyone isn't distracted by the most bloody wedding ever.

This day would simultaneously be the best and worst day of Optimus life. Likely more worst than best, but he married the love of his life, so there's one pro at least.

Previous Episode of the Beloved Timeline

Yes! The most POTC coded marriage throwing everyone for a loop!

But it would not happen before, it would happen during the fight. Because here's the thing: Optimus and Elita have agreed to not become sparkbonded unless the war was over. Unless it was absolutely safe to do so. But if they are faced with the Rumbling, and screw it, in this timeline they have to face the Rumbling and an Eren with the powers of the Armored Titan, they know that it's certain death. One of them could very well die in this moment. And they've been separated before. They can't do it again. Even if just for a moment, they know what it's like to be of one being.

So here's how this will go:

The Rumbling gets triggered, and Megatron and Elita jump into the fight together before Optimus. The two have managed to be on the same page at the very least and know that they can't live in another world falling to ruin. So they go first, Optimus follows soon after. They get thrown off and the three of them end up having that conversation of reconciliation. Elita is obviously worried about Optimus' mindset in regards to Eren. She feels guilty that she didn't stop him in time, and she felt sympathy for him, but he caused too much damage and he refused reason. She was on the same page as Megatron: let Megatron do the deed and save humanity.

So the three go to Eren's titan form to stop him, but Optimus doesn't try to save survivors in a panic this time around. Elita is there to grab and ground him so the trio can focus on the titan threat. And just as they're about to get overwhelmed, Ultra Magnus' ship comes in to help blast the threat away and give them all some room. And not only are the Autobots surprised to have confirmation that Optimus was alive, but Hanji and Onyankopon neglected to bring up the fact that Elita was alive too! And then this is also the moment majority find out that Elita and Optimus are lovers!

Smokescreen: Optimus, Elita One is your conjunx?!

Miko: I can't believe Optimus gets laid!

Jack: MIKO!

The two teams split off like in the main timeline. Optimus and Elita do remain on the titan while Megatron is taking care of stuff on the ground with Ultra Magnus. The rest of the teams remain the same. But as everyone is fighting, Optimus is the one that asks Elita to be sparkbonded. And his comm. link is still on so everyone hears it and is either flabbergasted, excited, or annoyed as hell! They are in the middle of a fight for humanity! WHAT ARE YOU DOING OPTIMUS?! And Optimus just tells her truthfully that if this is the end, just for a moment, let's experience what it is to be truly one.

Elita is overwhelmed with emotion. She wants to focus on the fight, but she's recognizing how dangerous this is. There are high risks in being sparkbonded. If one of them dies, the other goes through tremendous torment, being severed from their other half. But the thought of being separated from Optimus regardless of if they were sparkbonded or not filled her with great fear. Just for one moment, let them experience this moment together. Elita shouts over the comm. link for someone to actually marry them. Now it's Optimus' turn to be taken aback. That takes up more time than the sparkbonding! But then:

Ultra Magnus: Now is not the time-!

Hanji: Levi will do it!

Levi: The fu-! WHY ME?!

Hanji: THIS IS PAYBACK FOR NOT TELLING ME ABOUT OPTIMUS HAVING A GIRLFRIEND! I WILL COACH YOU JUST DO IT!

Levi: Why not Megatron?!

Megatron: Elita will kill me if I do it! And I’m the least qualified!

So Levi is Barbosa in this situation!

So as they are all fighting, Levi is repeating what Hanji is saying everyone is fighting. Levi keeps on getting interrupted before he can finish what Hanji is saying and just screams at them to:

Now I’m going back the fandom interpretation of the sparkbond, where both parties open their chests to reveal their sparks and let their energies mingle together. So Optimus and Elita kiss, open their chests, and officially become sparkbonded. As they do, they feel each others memories, their thoughts, their feelings. They have officially become one.

Optimus and Elita release each other, and Optimus feels a sense of urgency from Elita before she strikes a puppet titan that was behind him. And now because they are sparkbonded, the two are fighting much more in sync now. For a moment, Optimus able to forget for a moment the spark break he’s feeling and be in the moment.

Until Bumblebee, Smokescreen, Miko, Annie, and Ymir are thrown off the Founding Titan. Elita bolts and manages to grab Ymir before she plummets below, but Annie isn’t so lucky, and this time, she’s killed by the Colossal Titans below. Jean still loses his leg, forcing the remaining humans to get him out of there, leaving Optimus to help Elita and Ymir. Megatron comes in with the Star Saber and Optimus uses it to decapitate Eren’s Founding Titan, but the Titan shifter himself manages to survive by moving the source of the power to his head like in the main story line.

Now as Optimus is engaging Eren alone, Elita can feel his hesitance when it’s coming to actually killing him. She can feel guilt, doubt, sorrow. She catches a few glimpses of Optimus’ memories of him and Eren, and she finally understands why he couldn’t let Eren go. How could he? But then Eren breaks Optimus’ mask and Elita has to go in to protect Optimus while Eren is having a breakdown.

So it’s Elita vs Eren while everyone else is either trying to assist her or take care of the puppet titans. Elita demands to know why as she’s fighting Eren! Why would Eren go through all of this?! Optimus loves you! How could you?! Meanwhile, Eren is hesitant about landing a painful blow on Elita, even if he could find an opening. He saw the marriage in the Paths and the sparkbond. He has no idea what damage will happen if he hurts Elita severely. But he gets over his doubt the minute he gets overwhelmed by everyone else and launches the attack that kills Connie. He knew Connie longer that he knew Elita. He shouldn’t have qualms about killing her. Not anymore.

Eren launches a spear at Elita while she’s distracted, but Megatron jumps in and takes the hit instead of doing it for Bumblebee like in the main timeline. Elita is genuinely worried about Megatron staying alive, but feels pain in her chest and a sinking feeling in her gears. Elita turns and stairs in horror to see Optimus and Eren having stabbed each other, Optimus landing the more lethal blow via mid decapitation. Optimus kills Eren and the source of the Titan power in the same manner. And as Optimus is screaming out in sorrow, Elita gets a double whammy because she can see and feel his despair.

And then she feels emptiness as Optimus collapses from his injuries.

A few notes:

-Optimus survives. Calm down. Elita is constantly waiting on Cybertron for Optimus to wake up. She feels Optimus’ strength grow each day, but the emptiness she felt when Optimus collapsed filled her with so much terror.

-Also, Kenshin’s whole family survives. Before the Rumbling, Elita warned to royal family to go as far away from Paradis as possible until she gives the okay. So the family is far enough when Optimus stops the Rumbling, thus saving all three of them.

-The council does see footage and Megatron’s memories, but from the footage of the Rumbling is where they see Optimus and Elita sparkbond. Majority of the council is shocked, Jazz however is like:

Because he was friends with Optimus before the war, so he had an idea about Elita but wasn’t sure if the two were dating. But seeing them sparkbonded gives him the biggest vindication ever!

-The Survey Corps demand an after party once everything has calmed down since there’s still political fallout.

-Primus and the Primes celebrate Optimus and Elita’s sparkbond in the Paths.

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argentimybeloved · 6 months ago

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I hate seeing people STILL defend hoyo/Genshin even after Natlans trailer. I’ve seen so many excuses but none of them really work.

((if I said anything incorrect or accidentally offensive please correct me!!))

Rant(?) UTC

— “It’s a CN (Chinese) company, what did you expect?”

Just because China has a racism/colourism problem does NOT mean anything. You’re going to excuse it just cuz of that?? On top of that, CN players have ALSO disliked the lack of PoC characters. Also, blaming it on the fact that they’re Chinese is racist in itself I believe. You’re generalising a whole country as well.

With the talk that they only care about the CN fanbase is also wrong, cuz again. Even CN player base are mad about it.

On top of all that. Reverse 1999 and Dislyte, 2 games by a Chinese company have AMAZING rep from what I’ve seen and heard. They have a diverse cast and not only do they have a large variety of skin tones for their characters but their designs aren’t sexualised (*cough* Raiden and Yae Miko *cough*)

— “Oh you have (Insert character like, Kaeya, Xinyan, Candace ect) though”

And most of those characters are getting whitewashed by the company still!! Sure we have some character that DO have darker skin. But the art that the company posts of them, you’ll usually find them whitewashed.

I’ve seen people say they should be happy with Iansan.

Why?? That’s one character with darker skin in a nation based off of countries with people with darker skin.

Their skin colour is more ashy as well (as stated from other people I’ve seen, so correct me if I’m wrong there)

If you’re going to take inspiration from various countries for your game. AND make characters based on said countries, represent them better. Don’t just make them white when the people from those countries aren’t.

— “It’s HYV what did you expect??”

Oh I’m sorry, so I shouldn’t have expected for a nation to be accurately represented?

Also, many people who say this, usually have said “oh wait for Sumeru, wait for Natlan”

And now that both of those nations are released it’s:

“What did you expect”

Make up your mind please and thank you :3

And it’s not uncommon for people to wait to see if there’s at least SOME change to a game they enjoy

I’ve actually seen people say “Wait for more characters to be released”

HOW LONG DO PPL HAVE TO WAIT TO GET GOOD REP 😭😭

— “People complain yet still play the game”

People can complain and still play the game.

There’s good aspects to Genshin. The music and landscapes. Animation too. People can enjoy the game for that reason and still criticise the game.

Of course some people can quit the game due to how Genshin deals with PoC characters but others may stay for their own reasons. As long as they don’t IGNORE the problem then fine, they can keep playing. It’s their own choice.

— “They’re not white though!!”

What…

Have you seen the cast from the Natlan trailer??

I have actually seen this as an excuse and it honestly confuses me so much. Do people genuinely think that the Natlan cast isn’t mostly white people?? I hope not…

— “There’s white people in those countries too”

Okay and? Chinese people can also have tanner skin and we don’t have characters with said skin tone in Liyue.

Same with Japan.

What’s your point?

Natlan AND Sumeru are both nations based of countries that have people with darker skin. Yes you may find a white person in those countries too but that shouldn’t be your excuse of why there’s such a lack of diversity in those nations. If there’s a diversity in the countries their based off of, so should the in game nation.

— “Their designs are pretty though!”

(Not rlly an excuse but felt like I should add it)

I’ve seen people saying they like the characters design and think there pretty and that’s fine!! Can’t fault you for liking a characters design. I also do find some of the designs pretty. I will admit. It’s when you defend their designs when it becomes a problem. Just cuz you like a characters design doesn’t mean you can ignore the lack of diversity for PoC.

Especially when they’re the ones being represented

That’s all the excuses I’ve seen going around. The more common ones, I’m unsure if there’s more (hopefully not…) but if there is feel free to comment about it

Apparently the ZZZ team have talked about their dislike about this whole mess. Which hopefully means they’ll do better but it is also the same company.

I’ve seen a good few concept art of characters who DO have darker skin tones but apparently genshins higher ups made them lighter. Can’t fully confirm that but I have seen concept art with characters with darker skin tone.

Once again, if I said anything incorrect or accidentally offensive please correct me as well!! Thank you :)

(Silently hoping I won’t get death threats for this to the point I have to delete it 👍 - Will likely private my DMs if I can)

#Genshin #Genshin Impact #Natlan #Hoyoverse #Hoyo #mihoyo #genshin rant #Genshin impact rant #Genshin Natlan #Genshin impact Natlan #rant #Genshin x reader #Genshin impact x reader #took one look at the characters and was baffled

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definitelynotafurinasimp · 2 years ago

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Would they catch you?

maybe trying to jump into their arms while they hold something wasn’t the best of ideas

characters: most adult/teenage characters

warnings: none

a/n: I always wanted to try something like this, so I decided to do a quick one to distract myself from how much stress school causes me atm.

also, these are my own headcannons for this type of scenario, if you disagree with any of those or have your own, feel free to write them down, since I love learning what others think of these characters that honestly kinda grew on me.

Anyway, hope you enjoy!

The moment they notice you sprinting into their direction, shouting for them to catch you, they drop or put away everything in their hands. Once you eventually are in their arms they are finally able to let out a sigh of relief, happy that they managed to catch you this easily, and who knows, maybe a chuckle or two escapes their mouth as well.

Ayaka, Albedo, Beidou, Childe, Heizou, Kaeya, Lisa, Aether, Shenhe, Yelan, Kazuha, Xinyan, Zhongli, Thoma

They yell at you not to try it only to quickly drop everything once you actually leap into the air, easily catching you as you giggle to yourself as you enjoy the feeling being held, even if you can expect a big lecture afterwards.

Candace, Cyno, Eula, Jean, Keqing, Kuki Shinobu, Ei, Xiao, Lumine, Noelle, Kokomi, Gorou

While they prepare themselves as best as they can, the sheer force of your leap, coupled with your run-up and their surprise causes them to tumble backwards, falling onto the ground with you still in their hands. But while they may have landed pretty heavily on their butt, they can’t help but laugh at the ridiculousness of what just happened.

Amber, Bennett, Venti, Yanfei, Xiangling

Sure, they could catch you, but they did warn you not to do something so stupid and it would be a shame to get that new mug they just bought destroyed by letting it shatter on the floor. And while they’ll make sure to make up for it, it wouldn’t be a bad idea to prepare for a sore behind coupled with a “I told you it was a bad idea” or even a smug.

Ayato, Faruzan, Mona, Rosaria, Sara, Scaramouche, Yae Miko, Ningguang

Panic sets in the moment they see you take off, and while they may try to catch you, it’s too late for them to lift their arms, causing you to crash into them before tumbling down together. Be sure to apologize a lot and to give them a much quicker heads-up next time… or don’t even try again to begin with.

Chongyun, Collei, Ganyu, Layla, Barbara

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cherryplasmids · 2 months ago

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i can write a thesis on why prime is such an amazing show but i would like to point out three things i had issues with. this isn’t coherently written, just rambles i want to get off my chest

1. the fact that we didn’t get to see knockout mourn breakdown’s death IRKS ME. there’s barely any mention of BD after mech kidnapped and committed acts of body horror against him. even when he is mentioned, it’s always in a flippant manner. that was KO’spartner (in all ways) and we don’t see, in any way, that the death actually hurts KO.

in fact, KO should have become an autobot as a result of BD’s death/body desecration. no one gave a shit about BD, including megatron—someone KO expected to have at least a shred of worry over a loyally capable decepticon soldier. no dice—KO was demoted from prolific medic to loser lackey ( he's still fun tho! i still love him!) as the episodes go by with still no opportunity to mourn. at least with the autobots they’d have some apprehension over his defection, but OP would have understood.

imagine the miko and KO interactions if he expressed reluctant and embarrassed interest in human culture!!!!!!

HE SHOULD HAVE BEEN AN AUTOBOT EARLIER

(by association, BD should have switched sides after he realized that his comrades, except KO, left him for dead after the initial mech experiment)

(i just wish we got to see more of them together)

2. dreadwing should have been better utilized. not sure if the writer’s didn’t know what to do with his character, but megatron literally made him 2nd in command, then he would disappear for episodes at a time. when he did appear, he failed at every mission given to him. he definitely should have switched sides, too. then again, not sure what could have been done with his character as an autobot either

3. beast hunters…lasted like four episodes. branding wise, titling season 3 like that made it out to be more than it actually was. predaking as a whole was also useless to me. his entrance was grand, but the payoff was totally not worth it in the end. compared to ultra magnus who’s entrance was lackluster, ended up being a necessary addition. i didn’t even like him in the beginning, but i grew to really enjoy his character development—especially his relationship with jackie

#written on mobile and very rushed #someone with eloquence could further elaborate if they’d like #or disagree #but these two things bug me the most about the show #i’m sure there’s others but knockout and breakdown live in my mind rent free and i need to talk about them #transformers #maccadam #transformers prime #tfp #tfp knockout #tfp breakdown #tfp dreadwing #tfp ultra magnus #🍒⚡⌚🤖🚗

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mayullla · 1 year ago

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Sorry it looks like I misunderstood the usage of original character, but may i have Yan!Gorou with fem!reader then?🦋🌺

Title: It Can't Be Helped

Character(s): Gorou (Genshin Impact) Summary: Gorou was always flustered when he visited your shop. A stuttering mess sometimes when you tease him so much. Yet he can't help himself but go back to the shop every time to look for you. Warnings/tags: A very very flustered Gorou (and also lil gross), teasing clothes designer! reader, fem!reader, yandere themes, stealing

[ - A little present~! Event - Closed - ]

It was a short of affectionate bullying.

Really sometimes you blame Yae Miko for how you have become to adore Gorou so much. A flustered little puppy as you dressed him in clothes and outfits that you have designed and created.

You were a designer in Inazuma when the head shrine maiden Guuji Yae showed up at your small shop. Yae Miko told you your skills were just what she was looking for when she first handed Gorou to you asking you to make him "pretty" as possible for a signing event that she had planned in the future.

She wanted to know if it was even possible to have it happen in the first place as Gorou had to act like Mrs. Hina for an extended period of time and what helps more to really get into character than to dress up as said character! Though you suspect that she just wanted to tease the general, you couldn't help but find the situation amusing as you looked at the bashful general.

But given that this was a commission, you did your best, you didn't expect yourself to enjoy teasing the general as much. The general was clearly flustered as he was forced to follow the kitsune's whims. And while you did try your best to make it as comfortable as possible there was only so much you could do. How his face was red, or how his tale would startle at the slightest movements or touch from you, or how his ears would flop down pitifully when he was told you were not finished yet with dressing him up.

'Cute.' You thought to yourself back then as you tease him. You could definitely understand why Yae Miko loves to tease him so much.

Forcing him to sit down you started adding his wig, making sure that everything was perfect but at the same time, careful so you were not pulling his hair or ears.

You were focused and didn't tease the general as much, glad that the general even with his flustered state stayed still and quiet letting you finish putting in his wig. Later was the face too, as you complimented his skin on how it was so smooth. The general's face turned a bright red again you could feel how hot they were when you touched his cheek inwardly holding back a laugh. Putting on creams on his face, and cleaning out his brows you noticed that he continued to stare at you the whole time.

While it was normal for someone to do such a thing sometimes needed. You can't necessarily do much when you need your face to stay still. But most try to avoid eye contact most of the time when they could. Gorou even when you told him to look down for a moment to apply a little eyeshadow to his lids keep on trying to stare at you at any chance he could get.

"You have been staring so intensely. Is there something on my face?" you asked looking at him finally making eye contact rather than his skin. His face grew red in shame, caught so quickly.

"N-no no! It is nothing like that... I-I didn't mean to stare. S-sorry..." Gorou stuttered, his ears down as he looked anywhere but at you. You smiled at the general telling that it was fine.

Whether things that Yae Miko had in plan for Gorou that day you weren't able to see as you were busy with other clients to care for. But Miko did tell you that she would visit often. But rather than Yae Miko it was Gorou who tried to come often as he could. You saw how hesitant the boy would look from the outside of the window of the shop, walking back and forth on whether or not he should enter.

You invited him into the shop taking out tea and cookies for the general to enjoy, as he tensely sat on the chair. The light yet long conversation was nice to pass some time. You found out how much he loved sweets as he stared at the cookies you brought with much enthusiasm. How shy if not bashful he gets again when he realizes how much he spoke in so much excitement, like his respect for Sangonomiya Kokomi, or how he cried that one time cause of onions.

You had a few more chats like these even after the first one. You started to look at him fondly almost as if he was your little brother. You have teased him so many times, as you dressed him up with outfits that you have made, telling him that they were for clients and you needed a model to make a few more changes on them, most of them extravagant that made him shy and flustered, whining that you should stop teasing him this much.

But you just can't help yourself much.

You sometimes wonder tho, when you notice some of your things were gone. Not necessarily the shops but ones that actually belong to you and your personal routine. Like maybe a clip for your hair, when you were so focused on sewing you didn't want your hair getting in the way, or maybe a pin cushion for your needles, or that measuring tape that you keep on you sometimes in a pocket or maybe around your neck, napkin, or maybe a lipstick of your favorite color (or chapstick.) There was also that one time also when you could not figure out for the life of you where that one teaspoon go.

It was odd, strange as you looked everywhere for most of your items, were you really that clumsy to have misplaced them you thought to yourself. It happens sometimes, even if you were not the type to do so. You were just glad that you didn't lose anything of far more importance.

Maybe you should have been more cautious of the general whom you looked to as a little brother. Maybe you shouldn't have promised him to exchange letters every so often when he finally heads back to Watatsumi Island. You shouldn't have realized the guilt in his eyes when he looked at you, that inside his bag it had your belongings.

He was desperate, he wanted something from you. Something like the cookies that you got for him sent him over the moon but he wanted more. The cookies didn't have your scent, it would disappear in a day or two by the time he would reach Watatsumi Island. Gorou wanted something else and after so much anxious back and forth in his mind, by the time he left your shop, stepping out, he had already stolen something.

Hidden in his pocket was something that belonged to you but was not important enough to make you really worried (at least he hoped), as he waved goodbye to you that day.

The smell on your measuring tape reminded him so much of you, as he went to his dreamland continuing to sniff it. The clip he snatched was continually reminded of your face, fully exposed and not hidden by hair strands or bangs. The lipstick or chapstick that you used for your lips, he fantasized about when he could touch your lips, the smell of the formula on his own lips from yours. The teaspoon he took after he continued to stare at you as you ate the cake that he brought you. He wondered if this was an indirect kiss if he were to kiss it... if it means something.

He hoped that it did.

Gorou wanted you so much, the more time he spent with you. He didn't know what to do, the feelings so strong he couldn't even think straight. He could not help but stare the first time the two of you meet but the more and more time that was spent with you, he could not help himself.

He was in love, he was in love with you.

So deep in love, that he wanted to cling to you more and more. He sends you letters often, all of them so heartfelt and adorable, yet if you choose to be more critical of them maybe you would have noticed how creepy some of them were.

This obsession made him so crazy and he just can't help it.

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