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Ethereal- Chapter 2

TFP Optimus X Reader

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

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

Wordcount- 4797

Warnings- depictions of violence

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

'ΑΝΑΖΗΤΗΣΤΕ ΤΙ ΕΙΝΑΙ ΑΥΤΟ ΠΟΥ ΕΠΙΘΥΜΕΙΤΕ ΝΑ ΕΧΕΤΕ'—

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Syndesmos..."

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

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

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

"Aposyndeo..."

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

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

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

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

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

some carification on y/ns spells in this chapter

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

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

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

Aposyndeo- a spell that breaks the syndesmos enchantment

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

Love, Blip x

[kandy-sticks-zaza-blogs]

Y/N becoming a Prime when the Matrix chose them like a magnet

Y/N:WHAT DID YOU DO TO ME?!!

Optimus Prime:WHAT DID YOU MEAN WHAT I DO TO YOU?!

Y/N:I DIDN'T KNOW BEING A PRIME WAS CONTAGIOUS!!!

Hot Rod:OK!OK!OK! EVERYONE JUST CALM DOWN!! Do you wanna tell us how you did that?

Y/N: I didn't do anything,All I did was PICK up the Matrix and then WHOOSH, I'm in a TIARA!

[yasashii-leaf]

just merformers...i'm quite proud of the design.

[1moon-lavender]

wheeljack: *looks at y/n silly*

y/n: *drinking coffee* don't you dare speak to me wheeljack.

wheel jack: frag how did ya know...

y/n: *throws a book at him*

wheel jack: OW!

knockout: your really calm for a human who has just been kidnapped...

y/n: I've gotten over it so yea....by the way where are we headed?

knockout: France I think

y/n: hmm nice if you could just drop me off at the closest book store that would be great

y/n: I could just kiss you

ratchet: I'm sorry what?

y/n: what?

y/n: I want to see my son.

bulkhead: here he is *picks up bee*

bee:......beep....*ok*

y/n: I want to light something on fire...

Miko: same...

ratchet: *hiding his tools*

rachet: finally the kids are gone now I can work in peace

y/n: *yelling in the distance* RACHET IM LOST

rachet: frag

[dragonridernoobie]

TFP ancient predicon reader, predaking will soon learn he's not the king when meeting them seeing they just meet a predicon emperor/empress ( trying to be neutral here)

Who just told them to bow down to the true king/queen of the beast

I think I understand what you mean (I'm known for not being the brightest) so I will try my best! Also, thank you for having patience with me! I am going as fast as I can with my hurt amr/hand.

Predaking X Predicon Reader

Predaking knew he wasn't seeing things. He was right! There is another predicon. Though, he doesn't remember another predicon being made in the lab with him. And there were no records of another predicon being made before him.

So, who was this predicon? With a mission on his mind, he set out to find this random predicon and see who or what they are.

He found them the next time he was out to find a cybertronian artifact. They stood still, stearing at eachother. They didn't move, speak, or attack.

After a while, Predaking decided to speak first. Making sure his voice is loud and and strong.

"I am predaking! The king of all predicons."

"That'd a stupid name."

"What-How dare you! You will respect you're king!"

Ya, this other predicon beat the living shit out of predaking. This predion was not a lab made one. This one was a original. They where called (Y/N).

(Y/N) attacked him in ways he never new was possible or seemed stupid to do. After they beat him, he ask if they show him the ways of the predicons since he is only a lab made one.

(Y/N) only agreed to this if predaking leaves the decpticons since (Y/N) is with the autobots. Obviously predaking dident want to since he made to serve the decpticons but with knowing his roots and his kind from a real predicon, he had to.

So, he left the decpticons and joined the autobots. (Optimus welcomed him with open arms) and there, is when (Y/N) showed him how to be a predicon.

How to fly in ways that makes the air bend at you're command, so you can fly faster, slower, upside down, or anything.

How to breath diffrent type of fire, blue for the coldest fire and purple being the hottest.

How to find energon with only you're sense of smell and instincts.

And how to act like one.

After years of this, predaking is happy. He has become one with his instincts and now became real predicon.

(Y/N) was still on his side when they went to cybertron and when the new 2 predicon where found and made by the decpticons, they brought them in with open arms and showed then their original ways.

They flue thru the sky's of cybertron, enjoying how free it is. They enjoyed They wernt alone. (Y/N) was happy to know they weren't alone.

The autobots helped them make more predicons just like Shockwave did. When more and more predicons where made, they took them and showed them the right way.

How a predicon acts, lives, eat, etc. They helped cybertron grow. They help bring back the land to life and made sure to make peace with the autobots.

After everything. Predaking was happy. He had his species, had friends, family, a purpose, and a old friend who showed him how to be what he is.

Predaking is happy.

He is free

He will portect all of it.

[gardens-light]

In The Name Of Love

Believing that chaos had settled down, you and the Autobots decide to hit the road again. Leaving the abandoned cathedral behind, and moving on- to where? Neither of you knew. For the next plan of action hadn't been thought yet. But chaos never rests. For little did any of you know, that something else was brewing- a danger so much bigger than yourselves was coming after you.

Content: Events takes place in Transformers- Age of Extinction, (Minor spoilers). Mild coarse language. Reader insert. Optimus Prime x F/Human Reader.

Sparkmate Series: Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 7 (End)

A small hiss escaped your lips, feeling Tessa's confused stare as you wiggled into a new pair of jeans. Rubbing your behind and upper thighs, as you attempted to soothe the bruising that began to form.  

“What happened to you last night?"

"Nothing." You simply spoke, avoiding your sister's gaze as you packed your bag. "I uh... got up to get a drink. Must've lost my footing while going down the stairs."

"Oh really?" Tessa raised a brow, while crossing her arms. "Because I thought you told Dad, that you fell in the pool next door, and Optimus caught you."

A small chuckle left her, as you tried to hide your blushing face. Simply turning your back on Tessa, adjusting the backpack upon your shoulders.

"Th-That's what I meant." You lowly spoke, trying to hide the embarrassment within your tone.

"Here's a tip, Sis." Tessa teased, while patting your shoulder. "One, if you're gonna lie. Stick to one story."

You tilted your head a little, "and the second?" you questioned. Slightly hearing that there was more to your sister's statement.

But all she did was turned and faced you, giving you a cheeky smile. "And two... you're not as quiet, as you think you are..."

--- 

A sudden screech of Optimus’ wheels filled the air, as he swerved from an oncoming attack. Avoiding a missile, by entering the left lane of the highway.  

“What’s happening?” Tessa asked, as her body slid into you. Both of you pressing against the driver's door.   

Innocent bystanders blared their horns, as the Autobot cut them off. Causing his passengers to slide against his passenger door, dodging another attack from an unknown enemy ahead.  

The roaring sound of Drift’s and Crosshairs’ engines caught your attention, watching them overtake their leader with effortless speed. Returning fire at the enemy, while Hound and Bumblebee escorted cars off the highway and into the field upon the left.  

“What the fuck is that?” Shane’s voice yelled.  

Your heart raced a little quicker, breath getting stuck in your throat as your wide eyes gazed at the road ahead. Casually strolling towards the Autobots, an unknown Transformer of gun-metal silver caused your hair to stand on end. From what you could tell, no clear sign of Autobot or Deception marked their mechanical body. The two cannons adorning the metal plates of their forearms, caused your stomach to twist in a sickening knot, as the weaponry put Hound’s to shame.  

A scream escaped your lips, as Optimus harshly drifted towards the left. Tires screeching more and smoke emerging from the back of the truck, as his brakes pressed against the floor. Optimus’ plates began to shift and change, as he slowly rolled out of his altmode, causing Shane and Cade to fall out of the passenger side. Luckily having a somewhat soft landing as their bodies rolled against the grass.  

A low growl escaped the Autobot’s lips, as he clutched you and Tessa against his chassis’ with his free servo, Optimus tore up the tar road as his grip dug into it. Slowing him down just a little, leaving Cade and Shane a few meters behind.  

Kneeling against the torn-up road, Optimus looked down at you and Tessa, as he carefully placed the two of you onto the ground. “Are you girls alright?” 

“Look out!” but your warning came too late, as a missile from the unknown enemy ripped through Optimus’ shoulder. Green energon seeped from his wounds and onto you, as he tried to use his large mechanical body to shield you from the blast.   

“Prime!”  

Fear erupted through Optimus’ Spark, his optics widening in disbelief, as a familiar voice boomed from the unknown enemy ahead. Pain clutched onto his wires, as the sound of your sobbing voice called out to him. A scream escaping your lips, as your terrified gaze watched the Autobot take another hit.  

“Optimus! Optimus, get up!” You pleaded, reaching out for him. The ground trembling as he landed upon his back. His helm crushing the hood of the white SUV behind him.   

“I-I can’t... get out of here. Both of you.” His voice spluttered, groaning in pain as Optimus’ body had trouble moving.  

Looking over her shoulder, Tessa saw Cade waving his arms. Gesturing for you and Tessa to come back to him. Her heart ached from racing, breath stolen from her lungs, as her father’s panicky words filled the air. With tears streaming down her face, Tessa wrapped her arms around your waist tightly. Hugging you from behind.  

“We need to go, Sis!-” 

“I won't leave him!”  

With great struggle, Tessa started to pull you backwards. Forcing you towards the direction of the SUV behind Optimus.  

“We need to hide!” she protested.  

Pushing you into the back passenger seats, Tessa closed the door. Quickly wrapping an arm around your waist, while placing her free hand over your mouth. Muffling your cries.  

“Hello Prime.” 

“L-Lockdown?” Optimus’ worried optics gazed up at the bounty-hunter. Watching his old foe lower himself to the Autobot’s level. “What are you doing here? Who sent you?” 

But Lockdown just gave him a smug expression. “Collecting you... our creators want you back.” 

“Cr-Creators? What in Primus name-” 

“Haven’t you ever wondered where you came from?” a small scoff escaped his lips. “Did you honestly believe you were born? No, Prime. You were built! Built for a purpose. A purpose you’ve strayed from.” 

Lockdown’s green optics narrowed onto the SUV, raising a metal ridge as Optimus tried to discreetly push the veicheal away.  

“I feel sorry for you, Prime. Your allegiance to these humans. The trouble with loyalty to a cause, is that the cause will always betray you...” 

--- 

Cade’s worried gaze helplessly watched Lockdown return to his full height. The bounty hunter’s plates shifting and churning, retracting the cannon upon his forearm and revealing a holo-pad. Cade’s pounding heart jumped into his throat, as a daunting UFO emerged from the overcast sky. Hovering over Lockdown, as a small escape pod broke away from the ship.  

“No... No! Girls!” Cade screamed running down the road, as fast as he could.  

--- 

You and Tessa frantically watched a net deploy from Lockdown’s escape pod. Covering the SUV and Optimus.  The pair of you holding tightly onto one another, both of your voices calling out for Cade.  

“Girls! Girls! Get out!” Cade’s voice yelled, his hands slamming against the passenger window.  

“Dad! Help us!” your sister pleaded. Tears streamed down her face.  

Another slam met the back windscreen. Your wide eyes helplessly witnessed Shane’s bloody knuckles smear against the window.  

The engines of Lockdown’s pod fired up, dragging the net upwards. Causing you and Tessa to roll into the SUV’s trunk.  

“Girls! Girls! Break the window!”  

“I’m trying, Dad!” you spoke. Kicking the rear windscreen as hard as you could.  

As the net lifted higher, pain etched throughout Cade’s fingers as he tried to hold on.  

“Girls! Keep breaking the glass!” 

Tessa’s scared expression witnessed Cade’s sweaty hands. “No! No!” 

“I-I can’t hold on!” the burning caused him to hiss. His clutch begging to be released.  

“No! Dad don’t leave us!” Tessa pleaded.  

“Break! You fucking piece of shit!” your demanding voice roared. As you began to take out all fear and frustration onto the rear windscreen.  

“Break the glass, Y/N!-” 

“Dad!” you and Tessa screamed. As the pair of you watched Cade fall back down... 

In The UFO 

“Take those humans to the trash!” Lockdown ordered his small robotic minions.  

“No!” Optimus protested. Trying to struggle against his restraints, as the bounty-hunter dragged the Autobot by his pedes. “Lockdown! If you harm them, I’ll-” 

“You’ll do what, Prime?” he mocked, barely looking over his shoulder. “Besides, don’t you remember this ship?” 

Optimus took a slight look around. Strange prisons held other lifeforms, their snarls and groans filled the air. Parts of the ship looked broken- or more like torn apart. Gun-metal gray covered everything, like it was Lockdown’s signature colour. 

“It was built for all you Knights. The ‘Great Crusaders’ to explore the universe. But, as you can see I’ve commandeered it! Made it my own personal prison.”  

“Welcome back to the Knights Temeos, Prime.” Lockdown gestured at the center of the ship.  

Optimus barely recognized the once great hall, instead of impressive weapons of old. Circular cages and solid prisons with barred doors took their place. The ancient text long stripped away, allowing room for the decapitated heads of Lockdown’s past foes.   

“Y-You... You have disgraced it.” 

A scoff escaped Lockdown’s lips, as he approached one of the solid prisons. Turning a crank, making the metal bars raise and lock into place.    

“You should be grateful, Prime. This is only for the rarest of specimens.” Lockdown spoke with a smile. “The worst of the worst. It’s taken centuries, but I’ve collected all of the Knights. Including you.” 

Optimus struggled against Lockdown’s vice grip, as the hunter forced the Prime into the prison. The Autobot groaned in pain, as the hunter forced his arms above his head. Inducing further injury to his damaged shoulder. As the chains harshly nestled against Optimus’ wrists, the Autobot’s optics widened as Lockdown tilted his helm to the side.  

A low growl came from the Optimus, as he attempted to shift his body weight away from Lockdown. Trying to stop the hunter’s digits from playing with your iron ring.  

“Don’t touch that!” 

Lockdown examined Optimus’ course expression. His sly smile widening, as the hunter fiddled with the item. Finding pleasure of how much it annoyed his prisoner, “now why would you have something like this?” 

A dark chuckle escaped Lockdown’s lips, “don’t tell me... you’ve interfaced with a human!-” 

“Stay away from her!-” 

“Oh Prime... wait till your Creators hear about this.” Lockdown teased. “All this species mixing with species. It isn’t right... isn’t normal. It upsets the cosmic balance, and the Creators don’t like it-”  

“If any harm comes to Y/N, I’ll have your head!-” 

“You were built to do as you were told, Prime!” Lockdown snapped. “The Creators wants to wipe their chessboard clean and start a new. Beginning with you!”  

Lockdown’s digits wrapped around your iron ring, ripping it away from Optimus’ wrist and throwing it against the floor.  

“No!-” 

“You should be ashamed of how far you’ve fallen, Prime!” the hunter spat while exiting the prison. Turning the crank, causing the metal bars to fall down and lock into place. “For she’s just a human!” 

“She’s more than that to me.” Optimus lowly spoke, his optics watching your ring roll along the floor. Stopping against the barred door, “but I wouldn’t expect someone like you to understand such thing...”  

--- 

You and Tessa remained hidden in the truck of the SUV. Slowly peering over the back passenger seats, frightened eyes looking out the windows. Trying to find some form of familiarity in the alien surroundings.  

Small robot minions dragged the vicheal into a circular room, the space of metal walls and floor was tight and small. As the large furness in the middle took up the space. Mechanical tendrils grabbed parts of random metal and junk, effortlessly pulling them apart and throwing them into the furness. 

“What the fuck is this place?” you whispered.  

“I don’t know.” Tessa climbed over into the back seat, “but I’m not waiting around to find out-” 

“Tessa! Wait!” 

She slowly opened the back passenger door, once the SUV stopped moving. But her scream filled the air as the sight of Lockdown’s robotic minions greeted her.  

A echoey but mechanical scream erupted from the minions, using their claws to try and grab Tessa.  

“Tessa!” 

She tried kicking one of the minions off her leg, as you clumsily climbed over the back seat. Grabbing a crowbar and smashing the minion's face.  

“Get away from my sister!” You yelled.  

Finally, achieving some distance between yourselves and the robotic minions, you grabbed Tessa’s hand and ran towards the nearest exit.  

“Optimus?” 

“Optimus? Where are you?”  

Your voices echoed throughout the large hall. Tessa’s grip refused to let your hand go, as your fingers wiggled. Trying to loosen your sister’s grip, as your palms felt hot and sweaty.  

Your worried eyes scanned your surroundings, trying to sense your way through strange halls and which direction would be best to follow. Please be alright...  

Back On The Ground  

“Come on! Come on!” Cade hurriedly spoke to Shane, as Bumblebee’s tires came to a screeching halt.  

Both exiting the Camero and running towards the railings of Mehigan Avenue's bypass. People abandoned their cars, as their yelling and screaming voices filled the air. The Autobots changed out of their altmodes, following Cade and Shane’s lead, while Lockdown’s ship hovered above the river nearby. 

“This is a bad idea.” Hound grumbled, shrugging his shoulders. “But hey, I’m all for bad ideas.” 

Drift helped give Shane and Cade a boost, climbing onto the roof of the ship. As its thrusters slowly picked up speed. All shakily making their way towards an opening within the ceiling of the ship.  

“This is crazy.” Shane breathed, slightly peering down into the ship’s metal interior. 

“Look.” Cade caught Shane’s attention, “you wanna cut and run? Now’s the time to do so, Lucky Charms.” 

“I’m not here to help your get your daughters.” Shane spoke, finding his confidence, “you’re here to help me rescue my girlfriend, and future sister-in-law.” 

Cade raised an eyebrow. Cocky bastard...   

--- 

“We’re behind enemy lines now.” Hound lowly warned, as he helped Cade and Shane onto the main platform of the ship. “Lockdown’s ship is bound to have booby traps. So eyes open!”  

“Beware of his bone grinders, brain blinders, flesh peelers.” Crosshairs flat tone sounded almost admirable, rather than a warning. As his green optics scanned the main bridge, “also chromosomal inverters, catatonic sludge, black hole trapdoors, and of course, radiation.”  

“We must be quick.” Drift encouraged, “we have the element of surprise. Let’s try and use violence as a last resort.”  

Most of the Autobot’s silently nodded, but a heavy sigh left Crosshairs. “Well, we looked. They’re not here. Let’s go-” 

“What?” Cade challenged, his eyes giving the green Autobot daggers. “Hey! I’m not going anywhere without my daughters-” 

“I’m unclear. What’s in it for me?” 

“What’s in it for you?!-” 

The whirling of Hound’s cannon interrupted Cade, causing him to fall silent and back away from Crosshairs. As the gray Autobot placed the barrel of his weapon, into Crosshairs’ neck. 

“Easy. Let’s use words.” Crosshairs spoke, holding his servos up in the air.  

“What’s in it for you, is that I don’t kill you.” Hound boldly spoke. “We’re getting the boss back, and the girls. Copy?” 

“Okay, okay.” Crosshairs watched Hound slowly withdraw his weapon, “very persuasive. Textbook machismo... well then. We’re going to need to sabotage something.”  

“Better hurry.” Drift warned, “because the dark-matter drives are preparing to take off. I give us... ten minutes.” 

“Is that what that sound is?” Shane’s panicky tone questioned. “The engines filling up? Are you telling me, that this thing is going to be taking off in ten minutes?” 

“Could be nine...” Drift shrugged his shoulders, “worst case... seven-” 

“Cade, Shane. Search the cell blocks.” Hound instructed, “we’ll find Optimus.” 

“Let’s stop this nightmare ship...” 

--- 

“Optimus?... Optimus?” 

Your voice echoed throughout the large hallway, the walls and floor looming over you and Tessa, making you both feel smaller than you already were.  

“Where are you?” 

“So... how did it start?” Tessa randomly questioned.  

You gave Tessa a little side glance, seeing the corners of her mouth turn up a little. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.” 

“Right...” her teasing tone mocked, “because most people totally go from, ��I’m going to take this alien apart’ to ‘I’m going to fuck it-” 

“Tessa! What the fuck?” you questioned between coughs, as you choked on your own breath. “What on Earth are you talking about?-” 

“Y/N, I’ve been sneaking around with my boyfriend for months.” Her tone teased, “plus, you’re my sister. I can tell when you’re lying.”  

Tessa lightly chuckled, as she watched the blush form across your features.   

“But seriously... how did it start?”  

A heavy sigh left you, knowing that she wouldn’t stop until you answered her. “I... wouldn’t be able to describe it.” You lowly admitted, trying to avoid Tessa as you felt her smiling gaze. “At first, all I wanted was to figure out how he worked. How I could use their technology to help with Dad’s inventions. Then Optimus came to life, and my thoughts kept reverting back to the reward money you spoke of. So as I begun fixing him, my mind thought that we could gotten more money by handing over a working Transformer, rather than a dead one.” 

“What changed?” 

“I did.” You simply answered, “the more we talked, the more I realized how wrong I was. The Cybertronians, they’re not simple-minded machines that the government would make us believe. They’re living beings with souls, life, dreams. You should have seen how Optimus spoke about his home world, the hurt and pain I saw within his eyes, as he told me about how their war tore it apart. And the joy that just... just radiated from his Spark as I fixed him. It was like, it had been a very long time since Optimus felt such happiness. Such peace...” 

“Kinda sounds like love at first sight.” Tessa spoke. 

A small chuckle left you, “I guess you could say that... kinda like you and Shane being Romeo and Juillet.” 

Tessa gave you a playful nudge, “I can’t wait to see Dad’s face when he finds out-” 

“He’s not- wait. Did you hear that?” 

Both of you stopped in the middle of the hallway, the low sound of growling coming to your ears. Hearts slowly picking up rhythm, as your hair stood on end. Eyes widening as the sight of four, mechanical dogs prowled towards you.  

“Oh shit-” 

“Run. Run!” 

Grabbing Tessa’s hand, almost dragging her as you both ran in the opposite direction. Yelps and screams escaped you and Tessa, as you ran from one hallway into another. The sounds of the dogs snarling indicated that they weren’t far behind.  

“Quick! Through this way!”  

You shoved Tessa through the bars of a cell, following just in time as the dogs tried to bite their way through the bars. The pair of you backed away into a corner, while the dogs continued to bark and snarl. Alerting the minions of your location.  

“What we do, Y/N?” 

“I’m working on it.” 

Both pressed yourselves into the corner, as your terrified expression helplessly watched one of the dogs squeeze itself through the metal bars. The others backed away, allowing the minion to shoot through the bars. Slapping a hand over Tessa’s mouth, muffling her screams as you shoved her into the wall. Using yourself as her shield. 

You closed your eyes tightly, preparing to feel the beast’s claws pierce into your back. As you placed a free hand over your mouth, trying to muffle a high pitch scream that slowly began to bubble in your throat.  

‘Bang!’ 

A gunshot echoed throughout the cell, followed by the sound of a canine whine. You and Tessa froze, breaths trembling as you nervously waited for what followed... 

--- 

“They could be anywhere.” Cade muttered. Looking around at his surroundings, as he entered a chamber just outside of the Knights Tomeos. Climbing over the center piece, weaving in and out of the swords that stuck out, as he tried to get a better view.  

“It’s like finding a needle in a haystack.”  

“We need to find them- whoa! Shit!” 

Losing his footing, Cade quickly grabbed the center sword. Slightly pulling it to the side, trying to stop himself from falling any further.  

Shane gazed at the floor, as a low rumble echoed beneath them. Cade glanced around as the metal plates of the chamber began to shift and change, walls caving in on themselves and statues of armored knights rose from the floor. The large feature wall behind them revealed an array of weapons. 

“Come here! Help me!” Cade shouted, jumping off the center piece and approaching the feature wall. “Grab something that we could use!” 

“Ahh... Cade?” Shane whispered after a while. Wide eyes looking at the red lasers scanning the room. “What’s that?” 

Strapping an unusual looking cannon to himself, Cade peered over his shoulder. Seeing the minions slowly approaching the entrance to the chamber. “I don’t know. But on my signal, run behind that center thing.” 

Silently counting to three, Cade quickly leapt away from the wall. Grabbing Shane and pulling him behind the center piece.  

“I’m not going down without a fight!” he groaned, holding the weapon and placing a free hand upon Shane’s shoulder. “They’re going to turn that corner, and we’re gonna take them! You ready, or you gonna bitch out on me?” 

“No! I’ve got your back!” Shane bravely spoke.  

“Are you ready?” 

“Absolutely!” 

The sound of the minions' footsteps came closer.  Causing Shane’s already fast beating heart to pulse a little more rapidly.  

“Don’t bitch out on me, Romeo! Are you ready?” 

“Yeah! Yeah!” Shane hurriedly spoke. Waiting for Cade’s count down from three.  

“Two! One!-” 

“Wait! Wait!” Shane cried, jumping out of his hiding spot. His terrified expression gazing at the minions who aimed their weapons at him. “I surrender! I surrender!” 

Fucking knew it! Cade’s thoughts hissed. Still hiding behind the center piece.  

Adrenaline running through his veins, Shane threw the weapon onto the metal floor. Quickly hiding for cover again, as the weapon fired. Causing a bullet to ricochet off the walls, and into the minions. 

“I’m sorry! I’m sorry!-” 

“What’d you do?” Cade asked, cutting off Shane’s frantic apology. “How’d you do that?” 

“I have no idea!” 

“What my daughter sees in you is beyond me!”  

After fidgeting with the weapon for a moment, Cade’s eyes lit up in excitement as the cannon whirled to life. Lighting up with a purple hue.  

“Stay here, Lucky Charms!” 

Moving away from the center piece, Cade unleashed a wave of gunfire upon the minions. Standing his ground, as his adrenaline beating heart surged excitement through his veins. Allowing the bullets to pierce into the mechanical beings, tearing them apart.  

“I’m so gonna patent this shit!” 

--- 

“That was Dad!” Tessa whispered.  

Tessa quickly maneuvered around the mechanical dog, its whines echoing throughout the cell. It tried to nip at your ankle as you stepped over it. But as you looked down, your heart ached a little as energon pooled beneath its body. A mixture of snarls and whines escaped its throat, orange sparks zapped out of its mechanical joins, causing the creature to wince in pain. 

The glowing of the Matrix caught your attention. Carefully pulling out the pendant from under your collar, eyes shifting between the pendant and the injured beast.  

Sensing your hesitation, Tessa looked over her shoulder. Pulling a confused expression, as she watched you kneel beside the creature.  

“What are you doing?-” 

“Hang on for a sec.” You whispered, “I just wanna try something.” 

Your hand hovered over the dog’s forehead, flinching a little whenever it tried to bite you.  

“That thing isn’t like the Autobots!” Tessa hissed, “Dad’s trying to find us!” 

“I just need a minute.” 

Your fingertips quickly scratched behind the beast’s ear, before bringing your hand back to hover above its nose again. Allowing the dog to catch your sent, between each testing pat.  

“You’re alright, boy.” You cooed, while scratching lightly behind its ear. Using your free hand to remove the necklace, allowing The Matrix pendant to carefully hover over the wound upon its belly. “Let me help you.” 

The Matrix glowed brightly, small blue sparks clashed with the orange ones, that zapped out of the dog’s wound. The beast continued to whine, its body twisting in pain.  

“Good boy. Good boy.” Your voice hummed, gently scratching underneath its chin.  

The Matrix hummed, spinning rapidly causing the chain to twist in your hand. Before a blue flash burst over the beast. A low pant escaped its mouth, as you watched the dog struggle onto its feet. The red glow in its optics fading and changing to a brilliant blue.  

You smiled at the creature, its mechanical tail wagging while barking happily at you.  

You turned back to Tessa, her dumbfounded expression gazing at you as her jaw hung low.  

“What? I’ve always wanted a dog.” You spoke with a smile, placing the necklace around your neck again. “Come along, Torgal.” 

--- 

“Dad!” 

“Girls! Girls! Over here!” Cade yelled, quickly approaching the entrance of the chamber.  

A huge smile spread across his features, as Tessa ran into the chamber. Opening his arms wide, preparing to embrace your sister.  

“Shane! I love you!” her voice cried, flinging herself into Shane’s arms. While Cade stood beside them with an unamused expression, “I love you! You saved me! You came back for me!” 

“Of course, I did.” Shane cooed into Tessa’s ear, running his hand through her blonde locks. “I will fight to the ends of the Earth, just to bring you back.” 

“Oh, yeah. He saved you. Sure.” Cade muttered, a small smile teased the corners of his lips, as your sweet chuckles came to his ears. “Y/N...” 

You wrapped your arms around Cade, feeling him embrace you tightly. “I’m so sorry, Dad-” 

“You have nothing to apologize for, Sweetie.” He cooed into your ear. “I’m just glad to have my girls back-” 

“Optimus!” You cried, catching a glimpse of the Autobot in his cell. As you looked over Cade’s shoulder. 

Cade winced as you accidentally shouted into his ear. Pulling away from his embrace and running into the Knights Tomeos. 

“Can’t you girls be happy to see me for once?” Cade sighed, raising an eyebrow as his eyes watched the mechanical dog follow you.  

You approached the bars, banging your palm against the metal. “Optimus! Optimus, it’s me!-” 

“Y/N?...” Optimus’ optics needed a moment to focus, before realization sunk in. “Sweet Spark!”  

“I’m here! Just hold on!-” 

“Big boy coming through!” Hound’s voice boomed from the hallway, “move! Move!” the Autobot demanded as he stormed through the entrance. Causing Tessa, Shane and Cade to scatter out of the way.  

“Boys! Boys, over here!” you shouted, banging your palm against the cell. As Torgal tried to claw and bite his way through the bars.  

“Nice find, Y/N!” Hound complimented, quickly approaching your side, as his optics roughly studied the barred door. “Alright, Little Lady. Back up-” 

“Hold on, boss! We’re coming!” Crosshairs called out.  

Letting out a grunt, Hound forced the door open. Allowing you to enter, as he quickly got to work of releasing Optimus from his restraints.  

“The arms of this Knight Ship detach.” Optimus spoke. “We can break fee. It’s a separate ship-” 

“Where’s the cockpit?” Crosshairs asked, “right or left?” 

“Right.” 

“I’m on it-” 

“Y/N.” You looked up at Optimus, his helm lowering as he tried to rest against your forehead. “Are you hurt? Did Lockdown do anything?” 

“No.” Your calming voice soothed his aching Spark, “I’m alright. I’m not hurt in any way.” 

“Not knowing what happened to you, my Sweet Spark... I feared the worst.” 

You placed your hand upon his cheek, caressing Optimus’ faceplate with your thumb. “Hopefully this would wipe away any fears.” 

A loving hum vibrated through Optimus’ Spark, as your lips softly enclosed over his. Both closed your eyes, as Optimus finally felt his arms fall free from his restraints. Wrapping his servo around your waist, as you melted into his embrace.  

“Break it up lovebirds.” Hound interrupted, “we’ve got a ship to catch.” 

“You’re right, Hound.” Optimus spoke, breaking apart from your lips as his servo lifted you up. Gently holding you against his chassis. “Lockdown would be in Deep Space before he realizes I’m gone.” 

Torgal sniffed at your iron ring upon the floor, barking at you as he got yours and Optimus’ scent. 

The Prime smiled down at the dog, as Torgal carefully picked up the item with his mouth. Dropping it into the palm of Optimus’ free servo.  

“Would you do me the honor of placing this back on?” 

You smiled, reaching for the iron ring and threading it through the cables of his wrist. “Of course, my love.”  

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[uselessmicrowave]

I just had a rough night could I request some comfort with Optimus and an FTM reader (it can be headcanons or a drabble it's up to you) thank you

Optimus, in his good sense of your emotions, scoops you up off of the couch in the commons, away from Miko and Jack arguing over a video game. You don't protest at all, hugging onto his servo as he holds you protectively against his chest.

"You can tell me anything. You can talk to me, if you need, my spark." the prime says comfortingly, walking into his habsuite and shutting the door behind him. "It's okay to talk to me."

"It's hard to just... explain..." you mumble, looking away as he sits down on his berth, you in hand.

"Then you don't have to." he says quietly, slowly laying down on the berth, you against his chest and cradled by his servo to not disturb you. "We can stay here as long as you need, Y/n."

And you do, you nap on his warm chassis, blanketed by gentle servos. He smiles down at you, a warm look on his faceplates. He wishes you had gone to him sooner about this. You work so hard for so many things, it's only fair you get as much rest for as much work you have.

[mariacrow]

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

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

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

2nd person

female reader

malfunctions, drama, crossovers

romance, flirting, realization, last goodbyes

abbreviations: BTF = Bayverse Transformers; TFP = Transformers Prime

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

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

added characters: Simmons, Galloway and Mearing

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

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

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

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

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

“Someone’s jealous-“ Bulkhead said.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“There must be a way!” Optimus said.

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

“MONTHS???” Miko shouted.

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

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

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

/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\

<> Washington DC, Bayverse <>

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Sideswipe at your service, m’lady~”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Ratchet…” you thought.

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

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

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

…

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Do I know you, girl?” he asked.

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

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

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

…

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

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

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

…

One day…

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

��

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Dividers belong to @patches-1105 ❣️

[kawaiigirly21]

Quick announcement!! I'm replacing Nova-3 with Snowflare in my Spark story!! The two chapters already out will be edited and a new chapter will be uploaded by this afternoon or this evening!

[jellyfishxxi]

Simmons: Hey, how y'all-

Y/N: *ANGRY SCREAMING AND THREATS OF VIOLENCE*

Simmons: *little girl scream* GET YO FUCKIN DOG BITCH-

Optimus: They don't bite.

Simmons, being dragged away: YES THEY DO-

[pittie-cratch]

Ok I wanna ask this because I love the way you drew bumblebee, can you please draw Y/N and TFA Optimus, Ratchet, Bumblebee, Bulkhead, Prowl, and Sari group hug please ((they are my comfort characters/comfort group) please. Also your art is amazing

I'm bad at draw interactions, but here we go:>

I loved the idea and decided make full art

*cough,cough* by the way, if someone wanna support me, you can, maybe, buy me a coffee *cough*

Thank you, and I hope u like it^^

[isabellavolere]

Transformers Prime—Part 9: The Imposter

Masterlist

<-Previous Part

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

***

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

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

Hmm, well that looks…less than ideal.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

***

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Lobbing.”

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

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

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

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

“Were you in the Warrior class?”

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

“I don’t know wha—”

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Not one bit.” 

“You and me both.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

***

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

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

“Tell ‘em Jackie!” Bulkhead laughs. 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

”What?” Wheeljack asks.

”You don’t seem like yourself.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“You alright?” Arcee asks Bulkhead.

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

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

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

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

You all remain silent, unconvinced of his response.

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

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

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

”Not Jackie,” Bulkhead counters. 

***

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

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

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

“Hey. What are you guys talking about?”

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

”That’s a heck of a story,” he muses. 

“Yep. Tell it,” Bulkhead commands.

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

“Miko, stay out of this!” 

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

“Bulkhead, easy,” Arcee says.

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

”Tell it!”

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

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

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

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

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

Oh. Ooooh. 

And then you understand; this bot is not Wheeljack.

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

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

”Miko!” Bulkhead yells.

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Is there a real Wheeljack?” asks Jack.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Ugly’s mine.” 

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

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

“Uh, I lost track!” Miko exclaims. 

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

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

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

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

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

***

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

“Leaving the party so soon?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Well, naturally.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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After being restored to life in a new body with no memory being created you moves into the Autobot Academy as you meet new faces around at the academy

Who would you befriend with?

Hot Rod-This guy is a total hotshot since he have good archery and speed.

Blurr,A fast talker that nobody understands him even though he's faster than everyone in the speed of light.

Sentinel-A prideful annoying jock kinda guy who always talks about himself.

Optimus-He's a successful student that good at saving everyone.

Elita 1-An energetic friend that would love to explore.

Jazz-a pretty smooth student who is very chill but good at martial art.

[yasashii-leaf]

• The human in Optimus' group is considered a member of the group, but a member unable to hunt frequently therefore Optimus brings fish to the human... Problem, their new member doesn't seem very interested in the fish...

Worried Optimus explains the situation to Ratchet, who takes matters in hand (tentacles)...

In the end it was a failure.

More ???

• Arcee is strongly inspired by the Opisthoteuthis Californiana(It's long🙁)... Or the octopus flapjack. Arcee loves Arachnid, Arachnid is torn between loved or hated *cough* Tsundere *cough*. Oh also Arcee is considered quite old among the mer.

• Elita-one hates Arachnid.... For reasons unknown at the moment...Elita-one is very territorial like many females of her species...

• mating season, the time when merformers do courtship, and all the stuff... uh... mating seasons??? yeah everyone tries to have companions in their own way, sometimes they will fight, dance or sing, well it all depends on the merformers.

Otherwise some just prefer to get it over with and do it with a companion from the previous year...

Couples who are already well formed always like to do romantic things...

• Jazz is visually impaired, he uses his other senses to orient himself, his senses are so good that he is able to smell and hear many things (smell, vibrations, sounds and touch). Jazz's whiskers are sensitive (like touching it tickles).

• Prowl lost an eye because of poachers... If before he was wary of humans, he is now on his guard when he is in the presence of a human.

•I decided to change the coloring of elita-one it's another shade of pink

[starheart-blog]

Transformers bayverse Optimus prime X reader.

(I want more of this on Tumblr, it needs more love! I fine with the bayvese movies, I don't mind it.)

[thicctails]

˗ˏˋ ★ ˎˊ˗A Gift From The Earth To The Stars˗ˏˋ ★ ˎˊ˗ A Platonic Dragonformers x Reader Fanfiction

Chapter 1 ~.~ Baby Mine

A cool breeze blew through the soft, new grass of the valley, the green shoots having recently flourished since the last remnants of snow had finally melted away. It carried the scent of new life, tinged with the dampness of a recent rainfall. There was no such rain tonight, the sky above clear and full of glistening, twinkling stars and a bright full moon. Insects chirped and warbled out of sight, frogs croaked melodiously from a nearby pond, and the young leaves on the trees fluttered softly. It was truly a beautiful night, and it was a shame so many were asleep, unable to appreciate its glory.

Ratchet was not one such creature, yet he was hardly out enjoying a calm night.

No, the stout white and red dragon was actually quite agitated, huffing as he got up for the umpteenth time that night, circling around the smooth stones that sat in the middle of his nest, before settling back down in a spot he hoped would be more comfortable. He nudged the rocks closer to him, gently turning them like he would a delicate egg.

Now, the wizened medic wasn't stupid; he knew damn well that these were not eggs and therefore would not hatch, but it seemed to be the only thing keeping him calm for the time being.

Because of course the planet they landed on would simulate the ideal nesting conditions for Cybertronians. Of course this would activate their long dormant brooding protocols, despite the lack of young that needed to be cared for. Of course almost his entire pride would be struck with the instinctive, maddening need to parent anything that even remotely resembled their offspring.

Of course this would be their luck.

Primus must be having a laugh at his creations' expense.

Shifting around, Ratchet laid his head down and sighed softly, exhaustion tugging at his eyelids. At least little Bumblebee seemed unbothered by the uptick in affection he'd been receiving, being the youngest pack member. Optimus especially had been spending extra time with the younger, the chipper yellow and black dragon having been practically adopted by the Prime. If only the fool would just get over his nerves and just say it...

He shifted again, blinking tiredly as he nudged the closest stone. It was cold against his muzzle, setting off unnecessary alarms in his processor.

'Egg is cold! Hatchling must be warmed! You're going to kill it! You're a horrible Sire!'

He growled in irritation as he got to his paws once more, circling the nest again and again and again.

This wasn't heathy. He needed a break.

Forcing the truth that these were rocks and not eggs into the forefront of his thoughts, Ratchet plodded out of his den and into the lively night. He made a beeline for the trees, fully intending on making use of his inability to sleep. A patrol would wear him out, and might help with the nagging fear of the unknown that came with acclimating to a new place.

They'd only been here for a few full lunar cycles, having crashed here when their damaged ship finally gave out, and for most of that time they'd been trapped in this valley by their own instincts. They'd been blindsided by it, so used to being in control of their bodies and minds. Cybertron had been completely unsuitable for nesting for a long time, and thus their once regular, moderate cycles had been disrupted, protocols and code shoved away in favor of battle tactics and more aggressive instincts.

Now though, on this strange, damp world with its warm star and no bloodshed so far, everything that had been suppressed had leapt back up with a vengeance. What had previously been manageable now rendered them nearly feral, far more animalistic than they usually ever were. Pits, none of them aside from Bumblebee had shifted out of their alt modes since they'd got here!

He growled and dug his claws into the moist dirt beneath his paws, hauling himself up onto a nearby ridge. The grass here was longer, brushing against his underbelly as he strode forward. This planet was teeming with organic life, so different from Cybertron it almost hurt.

'Still,' he admitted to himself, watching as a small, glowing bug flitted past his muzzle, 'It's not the worst place we could have landed.'

His processor finally started to quiet as he shifted into a light jog, his tail bobbing rhythmically up and down as he headed for the edge of their territory. The Decepticons had fled somewhere on this planet, and although no-one had seen any trace of them since they'd crashed, Ratchet was going to make damn sure that their borders were secure for the inevitable day Megatron decided to try and finish the war once more.

As he traveled, dirt became rough pebbles and small stones, the mountain range that encircled their valley home looming high above. The white dragon padded up one of the paths they'd begun to wear into the mountainside, rubbing his cheek along the stone every so often, scent marking the area. Faintly, he could smell Prowl's scent nearby, causing him to frown. Usually, the dedicated Autobot was on top of his patrol duties. For him to have neglected this area was a clear indicator of how much even the most professional among them were being effected by the nesting code.

The medic followed the path for as far as it went, before stepping out onto untrodden land. He purposefully let his claws drag across the stone, and he swung his head about as he tastes the air, his olfactory sensors taking in his new surroundings. There was something... different about this area. The faintest feeling of familiarity led him beyond his pride's territory, his optics darting about with caution. This was all new space to him, and he didn't want to risk getting caught unawares by anything that might also be out here.

He slowly made his way down a steep embankment, the sound of water reaching his audials. It was a river, likely the source of the fresh pools of water in the valley. It split in two a few feet from him, the larger part flowing somewhere out of sight, while the smaller stream fed into a nearby cave. Now that he was closer he realized what exactly had been familiar to him. It was a scent, one he had never expected to find here.

Energon.

The primarily white dragon rushed excitedly over to the mouth of the cave, ducking down and squeezing inside. Blue crystals immediately filled his vision, moonlight pouring down through various cracks and holes in the ceiling and reflecting through them, giving the cave an ethereal glow. He followed the stream in a state of awe, already wondering how much of the life-giving material was present on the planet and how much Energon he could take back with him immediately. Their supplies were still doing okay, but they had all been worried about what would happen when they inevitably ran out. This would take quite a bit of stress off of everyone.

"Aaaaaaaah! Waaaah!"

Ratchet froze midstep, audials flying forward as a strange sound reached him, loud enough to be heard over the sound of a nearby waterfall. What in the name of Primus was that?

"Waaaaaaah!"

There it was again! It sounded like a distressed creature, but there was something mixed into its cries that made him instinctively step forward. That sense of familiarity was back once again, as if something deep within him knew what he was hearing.

As the cries continued, Ratchet found that his pace kept increasing. Soon, he was in a dead sprint, ex-venting hard at the strenuous activity. It was not often that he moved at top speed.

Finally, he reached a ledge, and had to dig in his claws to stop himself from flying off the edge. His head jolted back in surprise, shocked that he'd reacted so strongly to an unknown sound. Primus, when was the last time he'd run for anything that wasn't his life or to save someone else's? Shaking his head, he peered down, just narrowly avoiding the spray of the waterfall right next to his head.

Below him was a pool of softly glowing water, the light refracting and casting a prismatic sheen over the room. At the edge of the pool, gently rocked by the motion caused by the waterfall, was a tiny, strange looking... pod?

The fur pelt of an animal was draped over its surface, and something squirmed around beneath it, fitfully crying out with its screeching wails. The sound gripped Ratchet at his very core, his optics going wide. His nesting coding, which had started to calm, flared to life immediately, and he wasted no time in leaping down from the ledge and lowering himself onto his belly.

His claws quivered as he reached out and hooked the tip of a digit onto the pod's edge, gently pulling it towards him. Once it was free of the water, he gripped the pelt covering with his teeth. The fur was soaked all the way through, and Ratchet had the suspicion that the nearby waterfall was to blame. He pulled it free, letting it flop onto the ground.

His next intake of air caught in his vents. His optics became impossibly wide as he brought his face closer to the little pod. Tiny, soft servos patted the tip of his muzzle, smacking the smooth metal with such little force that, if Ratchet hadn't been aware of the action already, he wouldn't have noticed.

It- it was a hatchling. A tiny, tiny hatchling. As small as a premature minicon. It had s/c protoarmor and barely open e/c optics. Tiny wisps of thin, fur-like wires adorned the top of its head. It sniffed and hiccupped, blinking up at Ratchet as fat tears rolled down its pudgy cheeks.

The old medic's body acted before his processor could, scooping up the pod and sitting back on his haunches. Oh. Oh Primus they were so new. How had they gotten here? Where was their Carrier? Their Sire? Surely such a small, fragile new life hadn't been so carelessly abandoned, not when it had been so long since Cybertron had gone dark. He nosed the hatchling, trying to catch the scent of their family unit, but found nothing aside from the smell of the Energon-infused water and the faintest hint of smoke and wet fur.

He bared his teeth as rage bubbled up in his tanks. Even an orphan would still carry the scent of their lost parent, but this young one bared no such indicator. They must have been cast out as soon as they came out of the gestation tank.

Ratchet let a rumbling purr come out of his throat, his glossa flicking out to gently groom the hatchling, washing away the cold water. He could already feel the desire to care for the hatchling take over his processor and spark. Well, this young one wouldn't be unwanted any longer. They would come under Autobot care.

Under his care.

"You're coming home with me, little star." he said softly, the prismatic light of the room bouncing off his armoured scales, "I'll call you... Y/N."