#tfp cliffjumper x reader

[doctorsilverhead]

Autobot Leader Grieves Fallen Comrade (Optimus X Human Y/N)

Optimus Prime stood in front of Y/N's lifeless body, his spark heavy with grief and sorrow. The battle between the Autobots and Decepticons had been brutal, and Y/N had sacrificed herself to protect her comrades. As the leader of the Autobots, Optimus had seen many losses, but this one hit him particularly hard.

He knelt down beside her, his massive frame dwarfing her small, fragile form. Gently, he reached out and brushed a strand of hair from her face, his metal fingers trembling slightly. Y/N had been a brave soldier and a loyal friend, always ready to fight for what she believed in.

Optimus bowed his head, his optics dimming as he struggled to control his emotions. Around him, the other Autobots stood in respectful silence, their own sparks aching with the loss of their comrade. Bumblebee, who had been particularly close to Y/N, let out a mournful whir, his doorwings drooping.

"Y/N was a true hero," Optimus said softly, his deep voice resonating with emotion. "She fought with courage and determination, and she will be deeply missed by all who knew her. We will honor her memory by continuing the fight against the Decepticons, and by protecting her species."

With a heavy spark, Optimus carefully lifted Y/N's body into his arms, cradling her against his chest. He would ensure that she received a proper burial, befitting a warrior of her caliber. As he turned to leave, he caught sight of the devastation around him - the smoldering ruins of buildings, the twisted metal of destroyed vehicles. But amidst the chaos, he also saw hope - the determined faces of his fellow Autobots, ready to continue the fight in Y/N's name.

"Till all are one," Optimus murmured, his optics glowing with resolve. "Till all are one."

[maltmealo]

Chapter 23: Miko went where?

"she's very... Aggressive."

"you made her."

“Let go of us!” A squeaky voice shouted. They felt the metal grip tighten and were immediately quieted, the boys looking to one another for help.

“Stop squirming, or I might decide to drop you two off the side of the Nemesis!” The seeker screeched, finally fed up with their constant whining and pleading for him to let them go. He scoffed and swiped the littler one out of the Decepticon’s hand, squeezing the mini-human and bringing him up to his face. “Or maybe I should give you to Knockout; he seems fully fascinated with human biology today.”

“Don’t hurt him!” Another voice piked up in an angry tone. You were squirming and kicking in his other servo, glaring up at him. He scoffed, letting go of the mini-human and allowing him to drop into the other Decepticon's hands (the poor mech barely had any time to react to catch him). He wailed as he hit the hard metal palm of the Decpeticon, his glasses falling off his face and to the ground.

“And what are you going to do about it? Kick and scream until your vocalizer breaks?” He taunts, reaching a clawed digit down and scraping it along your cheek. A thin line of blood appears as his claw cuts into your skin. He pulls away with a low chuckle, flicking the blood he had gotten on himself onto you.

“I-” He scoffed as you cut yourself off, watching as you fumbled to find the correct words to mitigate his violence: “They’re just kids! They don’t mean any harm!”

“Don’t they all?” He sneered, waving his servo at the two cons to dismiss them. “Bring the ‘kids’ to Knockout; I’m sure he’ll have fun playing with them.”

The two cons walked away, Raf and Jack panicking and calling out for you as you struggled against his grip. He smirked and carried you off around a corner, letting the children slowly disappear from your sight.

“I swear to any god you believe in if those kids have so much as a scratch-” You feel the sharp prick of his claw under your chin, tilting your head up to meet his optics. They narrow as he forces his claw to dig into your chin.

“I don’t think you should be threatening me, little one, especially if you wish for your friends to remain unharmed,” he said, releasing your chin and continuing to walk down the hallways. Your struggle had subsided now that the children were out of sight, or maybe it was because he was holding you too tightly for your chest to move. Who could tell?

His comms beeped suddenly, and he paused, reading the message sent to him.

Starscream, presence of human is needed immediately.

Of course, that no-faced slag would find out immediately that you were on board. All high and mighty just because he could be. He turned off his communications; there was no need to get harassed by that wannabe scientist anyway.

“Tell me, why exactly does Megatron want you so bad? You're not anything special,” he hissed, entering a dimly lit room.

As your eyes adjusted, you could see the heaving, bloodied form of agent Fowler hung up by chains. Your eyes widened, and you let out a stifled cry of his name—your voice cut off by the mech squeezing harder.

“Well now, Agent Fowler, I brought another friend.” He snaps, prodding at the limp man. He groans, lifting his head and meeting your gaze. There was a flash of fear before his face hardened, and he panted.

“Don't—don't hurt her, please,” he pleaded, watching as Starscream grabbed one of the hanging chains and tied it around your wrist. Fowler opened his mouth to ask Starcream what he was doing, but he dropped you before Fowler could get a word in. You let out a scream as you fell a couple of feet, the chain stopping abruptly and snapping even tighter against your wrist.

“Don’t worry your little head; Megatron needs her alive.” He chuckled darkly, walking around Agent Fowler as he watched you struggle and try to get the chains off your wrist. “But he didn’t say anything about being limbless.”

Before Starscream could even approach you to start his masterful attack, Fowler spoke again.

“Wait- wait! I’ll tell you where the base is located; just don’t hurt her; she’s a civilian!” He shouted, his lungs burning as he did. You looked at him in shock and shook your head, but Starscream simply batted you away with a hand, letting you swing like a pinata as he bent down to look at Fowler.

“Where.”

Fowler panted, his gaze going to yours, before he swallowed harshly and steeled himself.

“A secret military base,” he mumbles, looking down at the ground.

Starscream’s wings tilted up, a triumphant smile on his face as he stood to his full height. “Go on…”

“It’s in the old steel mill… or was it under the carnival house?” He muttered, looking down at the ground with a small smirk.

“You pathetic little-!” he grabbed the staff nearby, electricity crackling from the end as he went to strike Fowler with it.

A sudden crash stopped him from hitting Fowler, and he looked back at the two Decpeticons standing at the door. He pointed the staff at them, glaring intently.

“Go find out what that was!” he shouted, watching as the two scampered out. He turned back to Fowler, stopping your swinging body and wrapping his servo around your torso.

“Now, tell me what I want to know, or you’re going to watch as I snap her limbs off one by one.” You sent a look of fear to Fowler, panic welling up in your chest as you felt your arm strain against the chain.

“You’d kill her,” Fowler laughs, locking eyes (optics?) with Fowler. “And I doubt Megatron would appreciate you killing his asset.”

“Oh? And how is this ‘asset’ so special? She’s not strong, she's not fast, and she can't even put up a good argument as to why I shouldn’t kill the mini-humans.” He chuckled, pinching the joint in between your elbows and squeezing. His claws just barely dig into your skin, a tiny amount of blood peeking out of it.

“Because she’s our friend,” A blaster is pushed against Starscream’s helm from above, just as Bulkhead and Bumblebee bust in through the door with their blasters drawn.

Starscream let out a hiss as he whirled around and slammed Arcee to the side, glaring at the two other bots. With a last look back at the two of you, he transformed into his alt mode and flew off, knocking Bumblebee and Bulkhead to their feet in the process.

“Are you okay?” Bulkhead asked as he got back up and rushed over to you. Bumblebee came over to Arcee and helped her up before gingerly undoing the chains on his arms.

“I'm okay; he didn't hurt me too much.” You cringe as you drop into his palm, letting out a soft breath as you rub your arm. Bulkhead gently tilted your face up with a digit, inspecting the cut on your face and chin. “Help Fowler; he’s the one who’s been tortured.”

“You’re still hurt, though,” he frowned, letting go of your face and plopping you down on his shoulder. You shake your head and wipe away the blood, looking around the torture dungeon for the two kids you came with.

“They took Raf and Jack! We need to find them!” You say, your face contorting into worry as you try to direct the ‘bots attention to the missing children.

“Don’t worry, they’re out in the hallway,” Arcee says as she gets to her feet, shaking off the hit and exventing.

Bee buzzes, shaking his head, as he stands out in the hallway. They weren’t there anymore. The thought of the three kids made your heart lurch; they could be in danger without some protection! The entire Decepticon fleet was with Miko on the loose.

“Scrap, why don’t they ever listen?” Arcee hisses as she makes her way out into the hallway with her blaster drawn. Bulkhead set you down on the ground, ensuring you were balanced before he transformed his weapon.

Just as he moved to the front of the group, you spot three little forms running down the middle like a bunch of chickens with their heads cut off behind you. You soon spotted why, as a Decepticon stepped out of the room they were in and pointed a blaster at the three of them.

You ran towards them as fast as your legs could carry you and somehow managed to meet the three halfway. Your presence stuns the silent 'con, and he hesitates for just a moment. It was long enough for Bulkhead to be able to turn around and take the brunt of the blast from the con.

He rushes forward like he didn't just get shot (and was continuing to get shot at) and slams right into the Deception. You ushered the kids behind the two others that rushed forward, keeping them close by as you looked them over.

“Are you guys alright? Nobodies hurt?” You ask, and they nod. Jack wiped some of the dust off his face and pulled the shaking Rafael to his side.

"Yeah, we’re good. Where’s Fowler?” He asked with a worried look on his face.

“Is he….” Miko trails off and makes a kerch, drawing a line over her neck.

“No, he’s fine,” You confirm, and Jack lets out a relieved sigh. Just as Raf was about to speak up, Bumblebee swoops in (or rather, screeches in) and puts you all in his cab. You were put in the backseat with Raf and Fowler, while the two teens were put in the front seat.

“The kids are here?!” Fowler sputters out in disbelief, peering out from his now swollen face at the three kids.

“Yeah, and we just saved your butt!” Miko cheers from the front seat as the ground bridge in front of you opens up, and you speed through it with the other bots. You put an arm over Raf’s chest as you screech to a halt in the base. You let out a heavy breath as you stared at the seat in front of you. What an exhilarating day!

Bee opens his doors, and you help Fowler out, letting him use you as a crutch as the kids hop out as well. He lets out a little groan as he tries to take a step, his knees faltering as he falls, and he almost takes you down with him. Luckily, Miko came to your aid, helping you from the opposite side as Bulkhead lifted you up from the catwalk.

“Is he going to be okay?” Raf asked as he ran up to you. You carefully set him down on the provided stretcher from Bee, covering the bruised and battered man with a blanket.

“Yeah, don’t worry, he’s tough,” you assure, the words sounding unsure even to your ears as you gesture for the kids to sit down. They all sit down against the wall, all muttering words of comfort to one another.

“Are you…?” A weak voice spoke up from beside you. You turn to see Agent Fowler reaching his hand out around your wrist, staring at you with a worried look.

“I’m okay, Agent Fowler; you just rest.” You patted his hand, offering him a smile. His swollen lips pressed together in a thin line as his gaze slowly dragged away from you and towards the gaggle of children.

You followed his gaze and wordlessly squeezed his hand. He finally let out a sigh and closed his eyes, passing out. You didn’t know if it was from pain or brain damage or maybe just his body giving out from the injuries, but you hoped it was none of the above. You released his hand and walked over to the kids, sitting beside Miko and letting her lean on your shoulder.

“Okay?” Bee’s voice chirps into your mind. He was suddenly kneeling in front of you, or maybe you had spaced out and not noticed the giant yellow splotch in your vision.

“We’re okay, Bee,” Raf answers for you. Shoving his glasses up his nose and sniffling lightly, he says, “We’re just a little banged up.”

“Very good,” Bee nodded before he delicately set down a first-aid kit at your feet. He had pulled it out of the wall, dubbing now a good time for you all to rest instead of walking. “You need?”

You nod and take the kit, popping it open and looking at the kids. “Anyone hurt?”

You begin to tend to the injuries the kids have as Bumblebee watches you, the side of his face set on the catwalk. Jack had scratches on his hand that needed disinfecting, and Raf had torn up his knee along the way. Miko was somehow unharmed, despite the one literally running into the danger.

“Optimus and Ratchet need a groundbridge,” Arcee states, pushing the lever that opened the groundbridge forward. You gasped when you saw the battered forms of the mechanic and the leader stumble into the base, signaling for Arcee to cut the groundbridge.

Ratchet’s arm had been crushed by what it looked like: blue blood bubbling from several cut tubes and what looked like a bite mark. Optimus was not much better; there were scratch marks in his paint and a piece of his armor torn off at the hip.

What the hell happened?

“What happened?” You voiced your disbelief less incredulously.

Optimus stares down at you tiredly, shaking his helm and helping Ratchet sit down.

“Megatron… he has weaponized dark energon to make an army,” Optimus rumbled as he leaned against the catwalk. You stand up, handing the first aid kit to Jack, who continued to help Raf with his scratches. You walked (Ran) over to where Ratchet was sitting, peering out where he was attempting to tighten a brace on his arm.

“Can I help?” You ask. Ratchet jumps, narrowing his optics, when he notices that you had snuck up behind him. He shook his head, turning his attention back to his arm.

“No, you’ll cut yourself on me,” he answered, tightening the last screw with a small grunt, “and you getting tetanus is the last thing anyone here needs.”

“You’re not rusty, so I'll be fine.” You say, already beginning to climb onto his shoulder and down his arm to land on his leg. He stares down at you in surprise before he lets out an exasperated sigh.

“You can tape up my energon veins if you’re so determined; it’ll at least give you some experience,” he grumbled and pushed down a little piece of electrical tape he conveniently had in his subspace. You smile and tear off a piece of tape, delicately balancing yourself on the brace and taping the exposed tubes with Ratchet’s guidance.

“Why are you so—no, no, tape at least a couple of inches up so that it doesn't spray—why are you so dusty?” He asked, his optical ridges furrowing together as his good arm reached over to brush some rubble out of your hair.

“Oh um…” You glance at Bulkhead before turning back to his arm. “Miko kind of ran into the spacebridge after Bulkhead.” You say it and tense up. After a second of stunned silence, you could hear Miko whisper ‘snitch’ before Ratchet’s booming voice almost knocked you over.

“Miko went where?!”

[weenwrites]

Cooking A Meal: Part 1

Summary - You ask one of the bots to cook you a meal, but honestly it goes about as well as you'd expect. Characters - Optimus, Ratchet, Ultra Magnus, Arcee, Cliffjumper, Bulkhead, Bumblebee, Smokescreen, Wheeljack Content - Crack Category - Headcanons Trigger Warnings - None

��� A/N: This is an un-revised shitpost, not something too serious.

[ Please do not repost, plagiarize, or use my writing for AI! Translating my work with proper credit is acceptable, but please ask first! ]

Optimus

He doesn't know anything about human cooking, but he tries for you. He's good at following a recipe, but he'll come to you every now and then to ask what something means or to have you try what he's made thus far and see if it's to your liking.

He tries making healthy meals that would cater to your tastes, and he's good at finding recipes for foods you definitely would like, it's just that when it comes to doing the actual cooking itself, it's executed rather poorly. He's not too bad, but honestly he might just under or overcook something and feed you some runny, rubbery scrambled eggs for example.

When it comes to presentation, he honestly doesn't do much in that area. He just puts the food on a plate or in a bowl and serves it to you with the appropriate eating utensil.

It may be a mediocre meal, but at the end of the day at least he cleans up after himself.

Ratchet

He's very precise with the measurements and he's an expert with a knife. Ratchet's real good at working with his hands, given his occupation as a doctor, and honestly he'd make a pretty good cook! That is, if he understood more about human cuisine...

He doesn't understand why some humans enjoy their eggs with runny yolks or some of their food to be under-cooked, and he doesn't want to give you salmonella or any other disease, so he'll end up overcooking the eggs. The same goes for any slab of meat you give him. Ask him to cook you a steak and he'll serve you what looks like a burnt block of leather that's so dry you can stand it up on it's side.

The presentation of the entire meal is plain and looks boring. He just serves everything to you separately in their own bowls or plates, and never on the same plate. But he says that the important thing is that you're eating something, not the way it's presented.

And at least he cleans up his own messes.

Ultra Magnus

He follows everything to a T. Each measurement he makes is precise, so he doesn't make too much or too little of anything. However, he'll make healthy meals for you to eat. A meal that has a bit of everything from the food triangle unless you're vegan or vegetarian. He'll refuse to make you anything unhealthy,

He even tries to present the food in a fancy-ish way! However, it's somewhat akin to being presented with a whole bunch of paperwork to fill out. The important stuff on the top (or in this case the healthiest stuff to eat) and the least important stuff on the bottom (the rest of the food). It may look a bit weird, and taste off, but... Eh, it's good enough.

Given his handicap and the fact he's still trying to regain full mobility with it, he may be a bit slow with things such as chopping up ingredients, seasoning meat, or any sort of thing that would be more efficient with 2 hands. Still, he's made a lot of progress, so much so that he appears to be doing things at a relatively normal pace.

And of course once he's done in the kitchen, he'll always dutifully clean up whatever dishes he used or messes he made without a single complaint.

Arcee

She sorta does better than everyone else here, but that's only because she insists that you tell her what to do and how to do it. She copies any examples you give her, and always looks to you for advice on how it should look, taste, smell, etc.. And she takes the entire "meal cooking" thing very seriously.

Though the meal may not be too delicious, the meal she makes you is very healthy and nutritious! She tries to include as many foods from the 5 different food groups as she can, and what she can't include she attempts to make up for by adding it as a side to the dish.

She's good at working with her hands, so she'd be quick at dicing vegetables with a knife. So preparing ingredients would be about a cinch. But along with being able to work quickly, she'd be good at handling things carefully. Like she'd be good at working with homemade pasta without ripping or tearing the dough, or pinching the edges of gyoza wrappers shut without puncturing holes in it.

The presentation itself is a bit lacking, but what matters is that most of the food on that plate is edible and very healthy for you! And she's the kind of person that insists that you finish everything on your plate, but not in any sort of forceful way. She'll just remind you to finish all your vegetables or something similar.

Cliffjumper

Similarly to literally everyone else on this list, he'd most likely overcook your food, but he still does a better job than most, but it depends on the meal. He's better at making soups than he would be at cooking meat. But he's a quick learner. He'd manage to closely copy whatever you'd show him about cooking.

He'd make quite a mess in the kitchen though. He'll accidentally knock the spatula off the cluttered counter as he reaches for something else, or he'll jokingly fling some flour at you in a playful manner. He even whole-heartedly thought that you could put the egg—shell and everything—in whatever it is you're making. He didn't think you needed to crack the shell because he once saw that humans could eat things with hard shells like snails or jawbreakers.

But when things start going awry, he'll come up with some unorthodox way to partly salvage the meal. Emphasis on partly salvage, because while it may be fixed, it now tastes off, or looks off, or smells off, but it's still edible. He knows nothing about presentation and honestly he just shovels whatever he's made you onto a plate and hands it over to you as is.

But even though the meal may be sub-par, it's hard to deny that it wasn't fun to make. That is unless you got upset at him for making a mess, in which that case he'll earnestly apologize and start scrubbing away at the mess.

Bulkhead

He lacks Ratchet's dexterity, so he's pretty sloppy with a knife. He might just end up accidentally grinding the ingredients to mush, or cutting them unevenly, but he's trying. The thing he's best at is kneading dough, but he thinks that all you need to do is punch it and move it around, so depending on the dough, he most likely ends up over-working it in seconds.

The food he'd make for you would lean more towards unhealthy and extremely delicious, unless you asked him to cook you a specific healthy food. Nonetheless, it would be a flavorful meal thanks to all the spices and seasonings he'd add to it.

The presentation's relatively nice! It might just make up for the fact the food looks a little mangled (unless you had him make you soup or something that's supposed to be mashed, then he's just about aced it). He'll ask you every now and then about the amount of pepper or salt he should add to the food, or to see if he added too much spice or too little... He might just end up burning a thing or two here or there, but for the most part, the food he makes for you is pretty good!

Bumblebee

He's good at making simple meals like sandwiches or mashed potatoes, but it's always a bit lacking in flavor. It's still good nonetheless, he just adds too little salt, pepper, or seasoning in general. Anything more complex than that and he'll be serving you a mess on a plate.

He's very considerate and tries to make a meal catered towards your personal tastes. If you're vegan or vegetarian, or have an allergic reaction to something, he'll try and find a recipe for something you can eat.

He tries to make the food look "cute". Like if you asked him to make you pancakes, he'd try to stack them up and make a face on them out of whipped cream, m&ms, and syrup. It may taste a bit weird, or sickeningly sweet, but the presentation's nice.

Smokescreen

He sucks at it. He cooks using the microwave instead of the stove. Once he's done with it, your microwave will smell like a dumpster fire, and you'll have to scrub away at all the splattered food that hardened into thick layers of burnt crust which is near impossible to get off. Even if you ignore it, the stench from the microwave might just seep into whatever you cook in there next, and absolutely ruin it's flavor. It's safe to say that your microwave is ruined.

The only knowledge he has of cooking is from watching Hell's Kitchen and Kitchen Nightmares, but then again those shows didn't really teach him anything about cooking, they just served as entertainment. I mean the most he learned is that you should keep track of when you got ingredients, and to keep your pantry, fridge, cabinets, and kitchen clean, but that doesn't help him boil an egg.

Speaking of eggs, he tried cooking an egg in the microwave once—under the impression that the egg would boil—and much to his surprise, it exploded.

He presents the food in an... Interesting way... Honestly he just arranges it in whatever way looks cool and serves it to you with a "bon appetit".

He promises he'll clean up your microwave once he's done, but there's this stench that will always remain in there no matter what you do.

Wheeljack

He's hopeless too. Not only does he burn like 80 percent of what he's supposed to be cooking for you, but he over-seasons it too. There will be so much pepper on your food that you'll be sneezing the moment you catch a whiff.

But with a little supervision in the kitchen, he could make you something remotely edible. It may not look the part or smell the part, but it still is edible to some degree. He's very handy with a knife, and if you knew a thing or two about food science, he'd be open to listening to you talk about the glucose bonds in dough and whatnot.

If he put in a little bit of his time to do some research about food, he'd actually get a solid grasp of the bare bones of cooking. Like how long to cook meat and how to know if it's done, how to work a ball of dough, how not to overcook vegetables... Et cetera. Because it's all science-y in a way.

The presentation of the meal itself is average. He doesn't quite know how to "decorate" your food, so he just slaps it on a plate, or pours it in a bowl, or serves it in whatever fashion it should be served in, and he gives it to you.

[in1-nutshell]

Hi!! Me again (ง ͠° ͟ل͜ ͡°)ง✨❤️, English maybe bad but I still want to request, sorry first 🤣💧

I was wonder if you know the movie name "PACIFIC RIM".

A movie about "Jaeger" vs "Kaiju".

"Kaiju": A big and scary monster, make by a Alien and send them to earth by a hole under the sea.

They plan is to clean humanity and take control of the Earth.

"Jaeger": A robot human make to fight back the "Kaiju", to protect the Earth, a "Jaeger" need two person to take control of it.

I have an ideal about Buddy, a "Jaeger" pilot and they Twin, is they company to control the robot.

But when they send out to fight, got into a weird light green tornado, send them to the place near the place Cliffjumpber and Cons are fighting.

The Vehicon got scared, leave Cliffjumber behind, and runaway...

Cliffjumber: Wwwait!! Take me with you!!

Vehicon: YOU ON YOUR OWN!!!

And the Twin were speechless...

Buddy Twin: I kinda feel bad for the Red one...

Buddy: It kinda cute...maybe...can we keep them? ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)✨

Buddy Twin: ...Why not (ง ͠° ͟ل͜ ͡°)ง✨?

And Cliffjumber take them to the base with them, the Bots was like: "What did you got there??"

Cliffjumber: A energon smoothie?

While big azz Jaeger behind them, waving friendly: (´・ω・`)✌️

What bots will react?

And Cons when the "Jaeger" come to help Bots fighting?

"Jaeger": Plane, Piu Piu Piu!! *Hold the plane and cutely spin*

Starscream: Get your hand OFF me !!!

Soundwave: *Take a pic*

THANK FOR READING ❤️✨

I love this little interactions the Jaeger had in the ask! This is a bit shorter than what I would want, but I hope its enough. If its not what you want, please let me know! Thank you for explaining your ask more, I'm considering in seeing the movie now.

Maybe we will see more Jaeger content in the future.

Hope you enjoy!

Human Buddy and their Twin with a giant Jaeger reactions from Cliffjumper, Wheeljack, Starscream, and Megatron

SFW, Platonic, Human reader

TFP

Buddy and Twin were testing a new prototype weapon for the company.

They were strapped in the Jaeger and very eager to try it out.

No one told them about the giant portal behind them.

They got sucked in.

When they landed, they looked around seeing a bunch of smaller looking robots.

Most of them being purple and surrounded by a red one.

Thinking that they were smaller prototype versions of the Jaegers, Buddy and Twin waved at them.

The purple ones took one look at them and left leaving the red one looking up at them.

Twin had the idea of picking the red one up for further inspection.

It certainly was a new model, it looked like it had a mind of its own.

Soon a giant swirly looking portal opened revealing even more robots.

What in the world was happening?

Team that would immediately try and fight the giant Jaeger

These bots have a right to try and fight the giant Jaeger. It’s huge and a potential enemy! Granted there are few that will ask some questions by the end of the fight, but most just want to get rid of it.

Megatron

Starscream

Wheeljack

Team that is in shock to see another robotic being so big

These bots are in slight awe seeing the giant. It had been a long time since either side had seen a being of that size. They will want to recruit them to their side of the war. Are they secretly afraid of it? Absolutely. Are they going to voice it? Absolutely not.

Cliffjumper

Megatron

Team that is surprised to find some humans piloting the thing

All of them. If they are telling otherwise, they are lying. Now whether the bot chooses to get rid of the humans is another story. Maybe not yet, they are still needed. But they are not essential.

[mariacrow]

❁ Mini Quizz! ❁

It doesn’t matter Cliff is one with the Allspark, we still appreciate him here 🥰

Dividers belong to @cute-sushi-roll , @tex-treasures 🌻💛

[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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pov: You met the cliffjumper again, however… you personally saw his death..

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🌌💗💜MOONSTORM'S BACK BOYIE!!🫶🫶 With another request of part 2 of my last request Yandere ALL tfp characters x super shy reader, the same ever reader, the whole thing being an scenario how the Autobots, even Ratchet, come back from an mission to find thare beloved SUPER innocent🥺 reader upset, sad or happy with Jack, Miko and Raf trying to chear tham up?💜💗🌌😘

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(TFP) Yandere!Autobots w/ Shy Cybertronian!Reader Pt. 2 - "The sun to my sunflower"

WARNINGS: Yandere behaviour, yandere harem, typical violence from the series and a little bit more, Reader is gender neutral and in the Autobot faction. Cliffjumper ain't here - boy is dead af. Reader has PTSD and has an anxiety attack.

Every day, like clockwork, sunflowers wake up and bend toward the sun, following its path from east to west - no matter how soft or harsh the sun is feeling that day, the always follow it until it sets.

Their optics always follow you, loving everything about you - it brings them peace in the middle of the war. They love to see you interacting with, well, anything! They love the way you express, talk, think - and while they would rather have you happy all the time, your negative emotions always remind them the reason why they love you and protect you.

Of course - their favorite emotion to see painted on your faceplate is happiness.

Your soft and lively laugh makes Bumblebee, Wheeljack and Ultra Magnus turn their helms, forgetting what they were doing for the sake of burning inside of their memory softwares the sound of your laugh and smile. Finding you laughing as Miko shows you those silly cat videos of them sleeping in funny positions, making funny noises or doing just something with their owners! Your laugh makes their sparks sigh and burn, and it brings them peace. While Ultra Magnus would stand back to keep admiring you, Bee and Wheeljack would get closer and ask you what were you laughing about, loving to hear you explain them with such joy the origin of your present contentment.

A small whine or defeated hum would make Smokescreen and Bulkhead turn their helms in the blink of an optic. To see you frown and with an annoyed expressiong makes their spark shout a 'No! No! Wrong! Sweetspark should not be annoyed!' and make their engines work quickly to fix the problem! The two mechs are quick to ask you what is the problem? Why are you upset? Are you okay? Do you need help? How can they help you? They can't stand not see you happy and pleased! When you express your frustration of having heard Jack is stressed with his studies and haven't thought how to cheer up the teenager after seeing him so down, it broke your spark. Bulkhead and Smokescreen are so relieved that you are okay, making them melt at how you keep the well being of the human children close to your spark.

Oh, but when a soft sob or the beginning of a sparkbreaking wail reaches their audials - every single one of them feels something in their spark twist and wail back. A couple of weeks ago, Raf had got you an amethust geode since you seemed to find so fascinating the minerals from earth. You were enamoured with it, thanking Raf for nearly a whole week. The team knew how much you cared for that small gift - it brought them happiness and knew how that object brought you some kind of support whenever you were anxious or nervous.

Just when Optimus and Arcee were arriving back from a mission and being welcomed back by Ratchet, the sound of a fragile crystal is heard, followed by a desperate inhale. The leader, the medic and the soldier are quick to run to your recharging room and when they enter, the sight breaks their sparks. The geode was now in pieces on the floor, with you kneeling and seemed to be holding a couple of said pieces in your servos - you must had accidentally added to much pressure as you held the mineral against your chestplate to find the comfort in order to control your anxiety attack. Alas, the moment you heard the crack and saw the pieces escaping from your servos, you broke down just as the painful memories of the beginning of the war attacked you. Ratchet and Arcee are quick to reach you, trying to calm you down, holding your servos and let you cry on either chestplate.

"I'm so sorry, I'm so sorry!" You cry, your helm held against Arcee's chestplate, the fembot hugging you closely as Ratchet holds one of your servos, the medic and the soldier whispering to you supportive words. When Optimus finally moves, the medic and the soldier slowly move away but don't stop touching you until you are in Optimus' hug. The Prime holds you and when you hug him back to sob against his chestplate, Ratchet and Arcee place one of their servos on your backplates. It pains them to see you like this, crying and with tears in your precious optics. They'll end this war so you never cry again.

Like a sunflower, all of them turn their helms towards you, as you are the sun to their universe. The precious, bright and gracious sun.

Shyly asking you if you want to be mutuals... (/ω＼*)……… (/ω•＼*) Vhaos out!

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The Darkest Hour

(TFP Optimus x Female Reader)

Summary:

After being labeled as crazy for trying to report that robot aliens exist on national television, you lose your job and move to Jasper City. In a drastic turn of fate, you meet Optimus Prime. You and Team Prime get together to find ancient relics that are vital to the Autobot's cause.

Along the way, you and Optimus start to develop feelings that go beyond comradeship.

But what happens when he discovers you've been lying all of this time?

……..

This story is a slow burn. Eventual smut. Optimus develops an unhealthy attachment (he is smitten, obsessed) to you but nothing OOC. Lots of yearning, craving, hurt, betrayal, erotic and that good stuff. Ok bye. In case of any questions, comments, concerns, suggestions, requests, etc, you may message me here. Thank you for reading! For A better reading experience you may read this story on Ao3.

>>> https://archiveofourown.org/works/60642838/chapters/154846393

Ch.1: The Crossroads Of Destiny

"During times of war, there is no good or bad. Everyone is a victim and an abuser. But it's good to remember that the best thing a person can do is to be kind and show mercy to the enemy."

Everyone needs a pep talk once in a while. Even Optimus Prime.

After the death of Cliffjumper, there wasn't much morale going around in the base. Just a very uncomfortable quietness. It was like an unspeakable agreement between Team Prime to never really speak of their feelings. Whether it had become customary to lose the ones they cared about, they didn't see the point.

It's a war after all.

"It takes one act of kindness to change people's hearts and everyone has the ability to change. Together we can transform this hateful world into one of peace."

Nonetheless, he found comfort in the small things. He wasn't fond of human entertainment but he deemed it necessary to learn the current happenings of the world. That was the main reason he installed a TV in his private quarters. With all the main news channels. He wasn't surprised to see robberies, murders, abuse and the constant wars. He was too familiar with it all.

But one day as he passed by one of the channels he found something, or rather someone who caught his attention.

"I believe anyone can be a hero."

The reporter always had something good to say. Just like him, this individual has been through countless wars and witnessed many misfortunes. Optimus knew this because he would never miss the news just to watch this specific reporter. Or if he did, he made sure to record it so he could watch it later. This human had somehow become a small hope for him. Encouraging words when he needed it the most.

"But the world will always need a true leader in the darkest hour."

And Primus knows he needs it.

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"Reporting to you live, (Reader), CNF News."

You should have stopped being so biased and giving your opinion on everything when your boss first told you to.

You hated watching your old reports but you needed to see what was so wrong with them for CNF to fire you. Now you can see why.

Hero? Hope? Peace? Love?

You were young and stupid to believe in all of that. You had grown now and after seeing so much malice in this world, your opinion had completely changed.

Now you were in Jasper City. Not so much of a city more like a town. With its small population, they had a local news station that was willing to give you a job.

"I have insiders in the government telling me that aliens are real! I even have footage and locations where they have appeared!"

That was one of the few things you told your boss before he fired you. Of course, it wasn't just that. Your ticket out was trying to report your findings live on national television, with video, graphics and all. Of course, the station cut you off the broadcast the moment you started to sound like crazy.

But it was enough to ban you from all major broadcasting companies. Not even print media would accept you. Not the New York Times, not The Wall Street Journal, not even lifestyle magazines wanted you.

You had so much information to share. Like how you were able to track down locations that lead to items of alien origin. You didn't know what the items were for but by investigating ancient legends, you assumed that they were important.

"So, (Y/N), what are you going to be reporting on?"

Your new boss came into your small office. Not really an office but rather a desk that you shared with the other ten people.

"I've been investigating and on a few forums, it says that this town has a government base not too far from here," you typed in your laptop and quickly flipped it to show your boss various pictures. "Apparently, the base is used for weaponry manufacturing and other .... Illicit activities."

"Look, when we hired you, we didn't need a crazy alien believer," he put a hand on his eyes and moved it down his face, clearly frustrated. "We just needed someone who met deadlines."

"But isn't our job as journalists to bring the truth to the people? Don't you want to know where your taxes are going?"

"Look, this is Jasper City, the most interesting thing that has ever happened here is a pig that gave birth to another pig with two heads," he pointed to the wall and you followed it with your eyes. It was indeed, a newspaper cut out of the birth of a mutated pig.

"There is a new coffee shop opening tomorrow, why don't you report on that instead?"

"But, Mr. Jones-"

"Coffee shop. Tomorrow," he said in a commanding tone. "And upload the package on the rundown before midnight."

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You pulled out a lighter and started smoking a cigarette on the outside of a bar. You were planning on coming down from your car and drinking a beer. However, after careful consideration, you didn't want to deal with strangers. You didn't want any 'Are you new to town? Haven't seen you around."

You knew that would happen, after all, you came from a small city before moving to New York to be a reporter. Now you are back to a smaller town you weren't even familiar with.

You had gone to the coffee shop opening and turned in your report before the deadline.

From reporting on corruption, war and crimes ... you went to reporting ... whatever this was.

You looked outside your car and noticed a military vehicle parked in front of you. Two guys in uniform come out of it, stretching their arms and yawning.

"Do you think it's safe for us to let that box unguarded?"

"Yeah, it's just some papers. Nothing to worry about. We are close to base anyways, we deserve a beer for our hard work."

One of them carelessly put the truck's keys in his back pocket and as you expected, it fell to the ground.

"Old job, here I come."

You were in the back of the truck, looking at the documents that weren't too impressive. It was stuff you already knew. Alien artifacts were located in different parts of the world. Nothing new. Still, you decided to take pictures of it with your phone. You needed more time to read them, maybe they contained something you didn't know.

Nonetheless, you knew that wherever these documents were heading was going to be more interesting. So you decided to leave the truck keys in the front seat with the hope that the men wouldn't even question how they got there.

You were right. It was too easy to predict men.

You were heading to somewhere unknown, miles away from your new home and somehow it felt more liberating. Could you be killed by the government for doing this? Probably. But then again you've survived worse and you have nothing left to lose.

You hid and didn't make any sound. It's probably been around two hours of driving.

Everything was going smoothly.

Until the truck came to a complete stop. You almost hit your head as you lost balance.

Then, the vehicle moved uncontrollably as you heard the sound of a missile impacting it. You recognized the sound, you'd heard it before. Countless times while reporting the wars.

You did not only hit your head but other parts of your body as the truck rolled multiple times through the dry desert.

You were dizzy but still managed to hold onto the box. You saw the two soldiers come out of the truck, holding guns. Next, you heard shots.

You heard heavy steps. The type that made the ground tremble.

You came out of the truck, not caring anymore if the military men saw you. Curiosity was always your weakness and you needed to know what made a five-ton truck flip like a coin.

You held into the box like your life depended on it. Stepping into the fuel that was leaking from the truck. You saw the soldiers, helplessly shoot bullets to that thing.

A thing.

That's the best way you could describe it.

Made of metal. 20 ... No, 30 feet tall. Robot. Silver and grey. Red. Sharp ends. With missiles and guns at its disposal.

You stared at it with awe. It was good to know that you weren't crazy, that you were right. On the other hand, you don't know if you will live long enough to tell the world about it.

The enormous metal creature pointed at you with one of its missiles.

"You, give me that box."

It spoke.

You knew that aliens must have their ways of communication but speaking perfect English was something you didn't imagine.

"I won't ask again ... Give me that box."

He wanted the documents. You didn't know why nor wanted to find out. It didn't take much for you to realize that you indeed had important information. So much that an alien came looking for it. But your body didn't respond. It was your first time seeing something out of this world. In the dark night and the starry sky of Nevada, you suddenly felt so little. So insignificant and the realization made your body unable to move.

Then, there was light.

That of metal clashing. Of the little chemical reaction when two metals collide.

Another creature. Bigger and taller. Stronger. Red and blue and silver.  Punching in the face the creature that was threatening you. They engaged in a battle too fierce to be in front of.

Your attention was drawn towards the men who lay on the floor unconscious. The soldiers must have been knocked out during the intrication. Dropping the box, you ran towards them as the two creatures fought against each other.

You thought your ears would explode from each impact, from each crash. You checked their pulses, they were breathing, but you knew you were too weak to move them, especially with uniforms on.

"Give me that box."

You ran towards the box, falling in the way as the ground trembled. You have to think fast. Two titanic robots, fighting. The first one spoke to you, demanding the box. The second one came in to fight.

Who was good? Who was bad? You weren't sure. You only knew one thing.

This box was important. It's content at least. You weren't a hero but you knew this was bigger than you. Maybe the information gave the robots a way to conquer the Earth. Regardless, you couldn't afford to think about it too much.

The box was made out of carton. For such an important thing, it sure wasn't guarded safely. But this was the United States Government, you didn't expect much. It was already covered with fuel from the leaking truck.

People say smoking cigs is bad. Well, at least you always carry a lighter with you.

The aliens keep fighting. You thought of them as aliens because you couldn't describe them better than that. They weren't green and skinny, nothing like you imagined. They were more like giant robot aliens. Aliens that had guns and that each bullet was so loud that you felt your entire body shake within.

You dropped the lighter on top of the box and it immediately caught on fire. You ran as fast as you could away from it, as you knew that the fuel would travel to its place of origin, the truck.

The truck explodes, and you use your body to cover the bodies of the still-unconscious men.

"NO!"

You hear one of the creatures scream. Both creatures had their attention on the truck on fire. However, the silver one took a step back and in a blink of an eye, he transformed into a jet. It flew away and it went away just as fast.

You couldn't even afford the time to be in shock.

The red and blue creature slowly came towards you. It kneels in front of you and its face is covered by what you consider to be a battle mask but somehow, it made it disappear. Its face moves closer and closer, observing you, moving in ways that are not human. Yet, you didn't feel threatened, it's as if it was amused with your presence.

Suddenly, you hear whimpering and grunts of pain. One of the soldiers was waking up.

"Did ... Did we win?"

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"She wants to talk to you, Prime."

It wasn't like Optimus was waiting around because he didn't trust Agent Fowler's procedures. It was mostly because Ratchet was having difficulty opening up the groundbridge again.

"She's actually a very prestigious reporter ... before she started ranting about aliens, I mean she was right, but you know what I mean."

The whole area was guarded in a 100-meter diameter, not another human would enter without Fowler knowing. A few helicopters had arrived at the battle scene, fastly constructing tents. One is for the medics to treat the injured soldiers, and the other is for you, for a questionnaire. Everything was quickly contained.

"Why don't you take her for a ride and convince her to sign the confidentiality papers? ... I hate to use brute force on women."

He sees you walk out of the pre-made tent. You had a small blanket wrapped around your shoulders. Optimus sometimes forgets how delicate humans can be. The nights in the Nevada desert can be extremely cold and deadly for a small organism like you.

He looked at Fowler and the agent wasn't budging. He was waiting for him to take the next step.

Optimus vents heavily and transforms himself into his human-based design. A semi-truck with 18 wheels. He slowly drove towards you and when he got close enough, he opened the pilot door as an invitation to go inside.

You seemed hesitant but ultimately you walked towards him and got inside the truck. He closed the door for you and drove off into the distance.

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You couldn't keep your hands to yourself. You touched the steering wheel, the windows, the seats, the radio buttons, the stick shift. Everything looked and felt like it belonged in a regular truck. Yet, it did not feel inanimate. It all feels somehow alive. You were quiet, literally, inside a robotic alien.

"I do not wish to be rude, but would you be kind enough to stop touching me?"

The alien spoke to you.

"Oh, forgive me, does it hurt?"

The truck stays quiet. But you can feel that the hot air coming out of his vents becomes hotter for a few seconds.

"My name is Optimus Prime from the Planet Cybertron. I am-"

"The leader of the Autobots? And you are in a war against the Decepticons?"

Silence. It was even comical to you. The bot was probably tired and the last thing he wanted to do was deal with a pesky human. Not like you cared much.

"Yes," he simply responds. From this point forward, you knew that this is how most of your conversations with him would go. Short and straight to the point. You'll easily find common ground with him.

"Fowler gave me the rundown of things."

"Then I must ask ... why are you hesitant to sign the confidentiality contract?"

You didn't know where he was taking you. You thought that he is probably driving for the sake of it. He is a truck, after all, he must enjoy the drive. But the night is dark and everything around you made it eery.

"I am a reporter ... If I sign that contract my career is over. Can't talk about the government ever again," you weren't completely lying. "And I just happen to love exposing corruption."

"I know."

"You know?"

"I've seen a few of your works,' Optimus said, making a small pause. His voice is very pleasant, nothing like you expected from a robotic alien. "You speak of truth."

"It's the only way you can fight a war without violence," you try to be vague without giving out too much information. You can't trust someone you just met, especially not someone from another planet.

"And maybe the only way to win one."

"What do you wish for? What would make you sign the contract?"

"The truth," you said. "I want the truth."

"I will sign the contract under one condition," talking was one of your strengths. You let out one important fact, leaving you vulnerable. It was a risk but you needed to create the illusion that there was trust.

"I have the information that was in the box, stored in my personal phone. If you let me accompany you in retrieving these ancient items, I will sign those contracts without complaining."

Suddenly, Optimus comes to a slow stop. The middle of nowhere in Nevada's desert. Just a couple of mountains, some big rocks, and cactus. And of course, a clear night sky.

You see that the bot had locked the doors. You mentally curse yourself. Did he have some type of power that could read through you? You should probably have done better research before lying.

"Why do you want to venture yourself in such matters?"

It was your time to shine.

"No matter how much I try, the truth is not enough to fix my world. At least it won't happen during my lifetime," you say words that your old self would say. Maybe a small and tiny part of you still believed in it.

"I heard your world is not even habitable because of the war. Even after that, the Autobots and the Decepticons won't stop fighting."

"I was just taught a quick rundown of everything so I am sure there's still much to learn but," you think carefully about what you are going to say. It's cheesy and cringe but you could only hope that this robotic alien is a fool and can't see your human nature of deceiving others.

"By learning and telling the truth, you can build the base of a new future for your planet. I can't fix my world but I want to help fix yours."

There was no reaction from him. You started to get worried as seconds turned into minutes. He wasn't stupid either. He was testing you to see if you would break or say something suspicious.

"I'll allow you to accompany us during our expeditions if there are no risks."

You were about to let out a heavy sigh of relief but you stopped yourself. For all he knows, there was nothing to worry about since you were not lying.

"But you will be under my surveillance," he adds as he starts to drive once again. "Starscream has seen your face, we can't afford for you to be alone for long periods of time."

That's going to make your work a bit more complicated but you had to do everything in your power to get your old life back.

"It's a deal then."

Optimus makes a sharp turn, instantly making you fall from your sit. He wasn't the most delicate. He probably didn't even measure his own strength.

"We'll start immediately."

"Immediately?" you rubbed your head, surprised he didn't even apologize. He probably doesn't care or Cybertronians have different manners. There's much to learn. "Well, as long as I am back for work on Monday it should be fine. But can we leave tomorrow morning? I want to go home and rest."

You felt the hot air from his vents coming out stronger than before for a few seconds. You assumed this was his way of sighing, with much disappointment.

He didn't say much after that and you just waited until he spoke to ask you for directions. .

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You were renting a small home in the suburbs. You weren't sure if semi-trucks were allowed but one night should be fine. Prime wouldn't fit in your garage but the driveway gave him enough space.

Optimus opened his door for you and you jumped out. Stretching your legs felt nice, it was a bit chilly outside but nothing compared to the coldness of the desert. Turning to look at the Autobot, you wonder what you could say.

"Do you need anything?"

Did he drink water? Or oil? Did he need a bath? Did he even bathe?

"No."

His voice interrupted your thoughts.

"Alright then, if you need something, let me know," you said, trying your best to get some conversation going. "We are leaving as soon as the sun comes out."

He doesn't say a word. You didn't blame him, it was too much to expect him to trust you just after a couple of hours of knowing each other, and it's not like you could blame him. You wouldn't trust yourself either.

"Goodnight."

He doesn't reply.

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"I'll return in two days. I am on a special mission to seek for a Cybertronian relic. I was assigned to work with a human. I am unsure if the subject can be trusted. I'll keep the human away from the base until I conclude their trustworthiness. I'll explain more later. Do not worry."

Arcee, Bulkhead and Bumblebee looked at the message on the data screen as Ratchet read Optimus's message out loud.

"Seems like he had an interesting patrol night," Arcee said as she looked at Optimus' vitals on the screen. They looked normal. "Shouldn't we go with him?"

"If Optimus needs backup, he will ask for it," Ratchet also keeps looking at Optimus' vital signs. There weren't any abnormalities, nothing that would require him to come to the base. "Besides it's not like we can go to him even if we wanted to. I am still trying to fix the groundbridge."

This wouldn't be the first time Optimus would be assigned a solo mission by Agent Fowler. Everyone knows that as the leader, Optimus has to be on constant missions, taking jobs that are too dangerous. Not because he didn't trust the abilities of his team-mates but because he didn't want to risk the spark of the others.

"It's better if we stay here in case we find an energon mine."

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You did not dare to write your findings on the laptop. You weren't stupid. You knew very well that the wifi and your laptop must be rigged by the government by now. Watching and revising every search.

Instead, you opted for doing it the old way. Writing today's events on a notebook and little by little, fill it up with more information and most importantly, evidence.

You could already imagine it. Getting your job back. Being recognized as the best reporter of all time. The one who exposed the government and told the world about the existence of alien life. You will be set for life. You won't be a simple reporter anymore. No. Maybe, you'll become the CEO of CNF. Or even better, have your own news station.

That's if the government doesn't kill you before. You have to be extremely careful.

You look outside your window and see Optimus Prime. Agent Fowler didn't tell you much. Just that's he is a sentient being, with a strong sense of justice. Leader of the Autobots, a group of soldiers who fought against the Decepticons to gain control of their home planet.

Oh, how much you hated soldiers. Whether they were fighting for a good cause or not, it didn't matter to you. They all had blood on their hands. They all were guilty. Especially leaders who make others fight their useless war.

But your hatred won't get Optimus to trust you and you need to get as much information from him as possible.

You sigh. You were new here as well so you have a lot of boxes lying around. Nonetheless, you remember seeing an old tarpaulin in the garage, probably from the previous renter.

You look out the window again. It shouldn't hurt to try.

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Optimus finished texting to Agent Fowler. A simple text that explained the current situation and his next steps.

It had been a long night. He thought his patrol was going to go as smoothly as others before. But nothing turns out as he expects it.

He still doesn't know how you convinced him to let you come. It's not like he doesn't know who you are. He has never missed one of your reports. Regardless of everything, all the war, the pain and suffering you've seen, you always ended things on a good note.

It was the kind of thing he needed.

Words he needed to hear.

He is always wary of people. Of anyone in particular that hasn't proven to be worthy of trust.

And you?

He just knew you for a couple of hours. He would be lying to himself if didn't admit his spark glowed for a small moment when he saw you.

Against the lack of his better judgment, he wanted to accept you immediately. To show you the base, for you to meet everyone and become that individual with unbreakable morals that keeps the team together.

A duty bestowed upon him ... that he so wanted to share with someone. He has been carrying it for so long, it has become too difficult to carry it by himself.

Can someone ... Can anyone ... Please, help him?

He feels something on the back of his fifth wheel and suspension.

Optimus doesn't respond, pretending to be in resting mode. However, he is always alert. No matter how tired, he tries to be awake in between sleep cycles in case something happens.

That's how he noticed you approaching him, carrying a large plastic cover bigger than you. Dragging it and carelessly putting it over him.

He is curious but doesn't say anything.

"There you go, big guy."

You patted your hands and you finished covering him up.

"I don't know if you get cold but you can't never be too sure."

He sees you walk away, shivering a little as you enter your home once again.

A part of him wanted to answer your question. But he is left without words. Would you even care to listen to him? Care enough to listen to his long explanation about Cybertronian biology?

He wants to say so much. The archivist in him has so much knowledge to share, yet no one would listen.

"I don't get cold. At least not on these temperatures."

That would be the easy answer. The not-so-boring one.

But if given the time and patience, he could tell you all about the biology of it and the reason for it. About how their bodies were perfectly made to the image of Primus.

And you?

He wonders about the things you could share with him. The things he could learn from you.

You know the land better than him and have experienced things in this world that he has yet to experience ... or maybe never will.

He is so lonely. That's the truth of it all. He craves for a connection.

But of course, he won't allow it. Not to himself. Not ever.

At least, under the starry night, covered by a dirty tarpaulin, he can pretend that his worries no longer exist. As his only worry is the ache of his spark wondering if the stranger in the house could become what he needs.

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Ch.2: >>>

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[sapphire-rhythm]

montyuh fic findings

[mostly organized] {part 1} (part 2) (part 3) (dashboard view links cause thats how you get the readmores to work) (keep in mind that these blogs just happen to be who i found the fics from first)

{there are 18+ stories here but if you're looking for their fics you already know}

{organized based on this post}

animated

[x] tfa starscream sfw bot reader [x] tfa jetfire sfw female bot reader [x] part 2^ tfa jetfire female bot reader [x] g1, tfa, tfp starscream sfw [x] tfa blitzwing, starscream sfw bot reader [x] tfa blitzwing, tfp megatron, tfp wheeljack sfw bot reader [x] tfa blitzwing, starscream, megatron sfw bot reader [x] tfa bumblebee bot reader [x] tfa prowl, bumblebee sfw bot reader [x] tfa bumblebee sfw merformer [x] tfa/tfp/g1 megatron sfw merformer [x] part 2^ megatron sfw merformer [2? missing]

g1

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bayverse

[x] bayverse bumblebee sfw [x] bayverse crosshairs sfw bot reader [x] bayverse drift sfw bot reader [x] bayverse optimus, ratchet, ironhide, jazz sfw [x] bayverse optimus bot reader [x] bayverse optimus, sideswipe, ironhide, soundwave sfw unspecified reader [x] bayverse megatron, optimus sfw [x] bayverse optimus, ironhide, megatron, soundwave sfw bot reader [x] bayverse optimus bot reader [x] bayverse sideswipe, optimus sfw unspecified reader [x] bayverse bumblebee bot reader [1? missing]

rise of the beast

[x] rotb scourge afab reader [x] rotb mirage sfw [x] rotb/bw airazor sfw [x] rotb mirage afab reader [x] rotb optimus sfw [x] rotb optimus

beast wars

[x] bw dinobot, rhinox sfw [x] bw rhinox afab reader [x] bw rhinox sfw [x] bw rattrap+optimus primal+dinobot+rhinox sfw [x] bw tarantulas, tfp ratchet sfw bot reader [x] bw cheetor sfw merformer [x] bw waspinator sfw bot reader [x] bw quickstrike sfw bot reader [3? missing]

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Chapter 19: Three-to-three ratio

"Ha... look at that, he's actually alive."

"Thats kinda the point of... all of this."

"Don't be rude, they're exhausted and probably in shock."

A laugh woke you up from your dreamless state. Children’s giggles bouncing around in your head and making it hard to fall back into the thick embrace of sleep. Blueberries and raspberries filled your mouth, the fruity taste coupled by a citrusy scent that was so similar to someone.

“Who are you?” The childish voice makes you snap awake, a dusty red and dark purple swirling together in your vision until the colors slowly morphed into child-like shapes standing above you. You slowly push yourself off the bed and the light children give you space, stepping away from your awakening form.

“(Y/N),” you respond, getting to your feet only to realize you were standing on a pile of blankets. you carefully step out of the blankets, stepping onto the hard metal floor below. The children again follow, giggling and muttering to each other. They were barely above your waist, almost looking like a toddler with the proportion of an adult.

“How’d ya get here?” the red one asks, stepping forward to face you, well, sort of face you, they had no face, only a blank red slate where their voice was coming from. “This place is fer us, not you.”

“Well… I apologize for invading your privacy,” you answer, glancing around the room lightly before finding that too invasive and instead looking down at the child again. “I don’t know how I got here, I was with my friend a little bit ago.”

“Friend, huh? Well I'm going to put my friend up your-” The angry red light-child is cut off by the purple one, they whisper something into the red one’s ear. The red one pauses, their shoulders dropping and visibly relaxing.

“Sorry ‘bout him, he’s just protective,” the purple one says, stepping forward and grabbing your wrist. The red one takes a place on the other side of you, taking your other wrist and tugging you out of the room.

“I’m Rumble and he’s Frenzy,” The purple one proclaims happily, jerking a thumb in the direction of the red one. They slow down once they pull you out of the room, weaving through countless bright white lights that wander around you.

“Don’t worry, we know who you're looking fer,” Frenzy laughs, pushing past one of the lights and it makes a noise similar to a low grumble, “Come on!”

Frenzy pushes open a door and a loud roaring slams into your ears as soon as he pulls you in, Rumble follows quickly, taking the lead and pulling you towards the railing. The bright light fills your vision, temporarily blinding you.

When your eyes adjusted, you could see what the cheering was for, an arena. A whole ass gladiator arena, with two people fighting in it. The seats were crowded with bright lights of all different colors, some mixing and some fading in and out. The cheering was boisterous and heavy, all but forcing your head down to watch the fight in the middle.

Before you could even squint to try and see who the two fighting were, Frenzy jumped onto the railing, almost hanging over the unsteady protective metal as he shouted at the top of his lungs.

“GET HIS AFT!” He screamed just as you grabbed his arm to prevent him from falling. He instead dragged you and Rumble closer, his shouting becoming incomprehensible shouting.

“There!” Rumble shouted as well, pointing to the fighter that had a purple haze around him.

You squint your eyes to see, and it was none other than Doctor Sowa, no longer in a lab coat but instead in black and purple clothes. He was fighting a dark cloud, tendrils of shadows whipping out from the cloud as it fought against your dear doctor.

You gasp as one of the cloud’s attacks landed, sending him flying back into the arena wall. You lean on the rails with Frenzy, now in worry for your friend's life.

“We need to stop this, he's going to die!” You shout, trying to pull away to find someone that could stop this death match but the two children stop you.

“No, no!” They say in unison, dragging you back to the railing and pointing down.

“Don’t you worry, he always wins, this piece of scrap is nuthing to him!” Rumble explains, eagerly watching as Doctor Sowa gets pinned down at the cloud.

You could only close your eyes and bite your tongue, expecting the worst to become of him. A loud ‘CHOOM’ echoes through as the arena is silenced, only a faint buzzing lingering in the air. You crack your eyes open, only to see the same blue fire only a few feet behind the fading black cloud.

Sowa was still standing, unphased by the impact he had taken. The crowd broke out in a cheer, the boo’s of whoever was around quickly being quieted by the unholy shriek of victory from Rumble. Suddenly you were being dragged away again, your heels scraping against the ground as the two light children all but carried you down a flight of stairs to the side.

“Where are we going?” You ask just as your feet finally get the message and start to move with the kids. They let your elbows go for just long enough that you weren't walking backwards before they grabbed your arm again and dragged.

“To see him,” Frenzy answered curtly, kicking open an old door with his foot and leaving a dark green light flashing and jumping back before it could hit him.

“Doctor Sowa?”

“Um… no,” Frenzy said, looking up at you. You could only assume he was confused but since he was faceless it could have been any range of emotion.

“He ain’t a doctor, he’s the best fighter ever!” Rumble chirped, stopping at a door before letting your elbow go. Frenzy followed suit, opening the door and walking in calmly.

Rumble pushed you in and the unbearable roar of the crowd was instantly muted, replaced with a soft humming of the man sitting in a chair.

“Sowa,” You say in relief, before you could even open your mouth again he gestured for you to sit. You did, taking place in an old metal chair that was rusted and slightly blue.

He nodded and took off the face mask, revealing scarred lips covered in blood and flickering purple lights. Rumble and Frenzy were now by Sowa’s side, gripping onto his pant legs and muttering amongst themselves again.

“Where are we?” You asked after a moment of enjoying the quiet, leaning back against the chair to look Sowa in the eyes.

“A memory,” His voice came out hoarsely, like a sound not spoken in eons, an echoing sound of an old pipe filled with holes. It was slightly monotone, yet you felt everything he felt. A deep calm washed over you as you spoke, “a good one.”

“You’re talking.”

“I am, this was a time before I took my vow of silence.”

“Are these your-”

“Children… yes, you seem to already be well acquainted,” he says in the same tone, watching the children as they run off to the corner and start tumbling around,

You watch them as well, unsure of where to go off of this before finally speaking up again, “I thought you said…”

“This is a memory, (Y/N), they have long since been… extinguished,” His voice gets solemn and Rumble tackles Frenzy into a pile of rubber scraps. They burst out into a fit of laughter as they grab handfuls of rubber and hurl it at one another. “They are the reason for my silence.”

One of the handfuls hits you square in the face, the black pieces falling into your lap. The children, blissfully aware of the faceful of old rubber you had just received, continued to play.

“Why am I here?” You ask, beginning to collect the pieces of rubber that had fallen into your lap. You place them in your palm one by one, the sides fitting together like a puzzle piece.

“You’re injured,” he states simply, standing up and plucking bits of it out of your hair.

“It’s rubber, not acid,” you chuckle, looking down at the deformed puzzle in your palm. It vaguely resembles a sharper version of the Autobots symbol.

“Your spark,” he reached out, pressing his palm flat against your chest. You could feel your heart beating through your body, a constant and rhythmic bump-bumping that almost made your head hurt, “You’re drained, you shouldn’t have gone with the Autobot.”

“Cliffjumper?” You ask, your head jerking up from your palm to look in the face, “is he okay? Did the others manage to find him?”

He stayed silent. With the other hand, he reached down and curled your palm up, the rubber symbol crumbling and falling to the floor. He took his hand away from your chest, pushing up and away from you as he went over to pull the two fighting children away from each other.

Before you could even speak to ask again, a cat jumped up on your lap. Well… it wasn’t really a cat, only a dark purple light in the shape of a cat, but it purred as it settled down onto your lap.

“That is Ravage,” he sits back down, both the children under each arm and dangling limply as they mutter angrily to one another.

You run your hand over the light, it didn't feel like fur instead like… scratchy carpet. You cringe, the sensation sending chills down your spine but the cat was purring even louder so you continued, “He’s cute.”

He nodded, switching the children to sit on his lap. He looked down at the two children, now happily leaning against their father and falling asleep, a day of screaming and dragging around a grown human would do that to a child.

“Is he gone?”

He stays silent, still looking down at the two children and at your lap.

“Doctor, is Cliffjumper gone?”

“It is… not known yet,” he says quietly, standing up and walking over to the rubber pile, setting the two children down in it before turning back to you, “I believe you say that it is ‘up for debate’.”

“Yeah for something like parents arguing or what to eat for dinner not… a friend dying,” you say quietly, picking up Ravage and hugging him against your chest.

He stays silent again looking for the words.

“You cared for him.”

“Yes.”

“I don’t understand… You barely knew him, he was nothing more then your caretaker,” he starts, his voice gurgling into something robotic as the lights flickered, “you care for someone you know nothing about.”

“So? He was still a person, and he cared for me, and nobody deserves to die just for trying to survive,” You whisper. Ravage meows in your arms, squirming in discomfort at your harsh pets. You ease up on the pets, your gaze locking with the ground.

“It’s a war, he was bound to die eventually.”

“So are you, but you don’t have to be an ass about it,” You snap, letting Ravage shimmy out of your arms and watching him as he crawls up on Sowa’s lap, “And even if you were right, wars are stupid, nobody deserves to be in a war.”

He didn’t answer, instead standing up and letting Ravage scale up to his shoulder as he walked to the foam pit and set down the two kids. They groan, mildly protesting before letting go and holding onto each other instead. Ravage joined them, resting at their heads and purring quietly.

“You are more kind than many people, perhaps this war could have been avoided if you were there,” he said lowly, kneeling in front of you and taking your hand, “but it is doubtful your opinion would have stopped the two factions from fighting.”

“Thanks I feel so much better,” You pull away from Sowa and stand up, dragging your hand down your face as you walk to the wall.

You rest your head against the wall, closing your eyes as you wrap your arms around yourself in a pseudo hug. He was right, you were one person, even if you had been there, what would a little human do to stop a war? What could one person do to stop a war?

Two arms wrapped around you, keeping you firmly pressed against his chest as Sowa sighed. He rested his head on your shoulder, keeping silent for a moment before squeezing you gently.

“It’s not your fault, and you're not even supposed to be involved in this, you cannot feel guilty for a war and death that was inevitable,” He muttered, pulling away and turning you back to look at him, his lips pressed into a thin line and he reached up and wiped away the wet from your cheek.

“I have to.” Your voice comes out weak and cracked. You had to, they were people too, people who had dreams, had ambitions, had friends and families. Bumblebee had known nothing but war, he didn’t know what peace meant.

“No, you don’t, this doesn’t involve you.” He mimicked your volume, “This is a memory, my memory, this was what I experienced before the war, I would give many things to have this moment back.”

He gestured to the three in the foam pit, soundly asleep and snoring softly. He turned back to you and cupped your cheek, gently rubbing his thumb over it.

“You are a smart and capable human, you can make a new life until I find a way for you to go home,” he whispered, slowly moving you towards the foam pit, “You cannot stay with the autobots.”

Before you could protest, he brought you down into the foam pit next to the three sleeping. He sits down beside you, awkwardly bending his lanky legs to fit in the pile of foam.

“I can’t leave the Autobots, they said they’d get me home once the war was over-”

“This war will never be over until we destroy each other,if you get more involved with this then you already are, the Decepticons would not hesitate to kill you and go to your home as well.” He wrapped an arm around your shoulder, pulling you closer.

His body radiated a heat that almost burned you, making you close your eyes as the intense waves of heat rolled off him. He let out a breath, his chest heaving up and down. The heat died down a little, but didn’t leave.

“My Children died in this war, I only have one left, I do not wish for you to suffer as I have,” he says softly, squeezing you tightly, “You have no one you need to protect, you need to be protected.”

“I…I can’t just leave, Sowa, I care for these people and I might be able to help,” you try to explain, opening your eyes and looking up at him. He was looking down at you, his eyes locking onto yours before he nodded slowly.

“I can’t force you,” he said quietly, his arm loosening around you, “just please, think about it.”

Little hands grabbed your shirt, a quiet groan coming from the faces now buried in your stomach from the two dimmed lights that had somehow managed to roll over to where you were without you noticing.

“Are ya leavin’?” Rumble mutters, tiredly rubbing his face as he looks up at you. He grabbed another handful of your shirt and yanked you to lay down, snuggling into your side, “Please don’t, I like ya, ya sound nice an’ we don’t got a carrier.”

He shoved the side of his head against your chest and Frenzy did the same to your back, effectively trapping you with their tiny, ungodly strong hands.

“Aw honey, I'm sorry but I gotta go eventually,” You say, softening at the child's plea for your company.

“Pleaseee, I promise we’ll be good,” Frenzy whines, his arms tightening almost painfully around your chest.

Another pair of arms wrap around the three of you, pulling you deeper into the pile of foam. Sowa curled around you three, carefully making sure to set Ravage on your side.

“Stay, sleep for a bit, you’ll be okay when you wake up just… think about what I said.”

The purple haze washes over you again, mixed with the lights of Rumble, Frenzy, and Ravages. It was warm, the comforting fog of the family made you sink further into your mind. Away from worry, away from war, away from the Autobots and Decepticons. The sting of your broken soul faded away, filled with his instead. He was supporting you, keeping you from falling back down.

“I’m so sorry for what has happened to you, but I will not let you fade,” he promised. The promise was a lock, the citrusy smell digging into your smell and anchoring it there. He urged you to sleep, they all did.

Stay.

Sleep.

Please just be with us.

Your eyes closed, you were safe in his arms, in his memories you would never leave. A permanent resident of his happiest time. The sparks of the many he had created along with one he had saved. He was happy here, you were happy here.

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Panicked noises woke up, beeping, the roaring of fire, the slamming windchimes, rain, the beating of a heart- it was to much- too much-

A cowbell.

A guitar string.

And a steady faucet drip.

They were new, they were… odd, almost as panicked as the others but in a strange way, scared.

Little hands touched your arm and the dinging got louder, A gentle shake tried to rouse you from your sleep. Another rougher grasp took hold of your arm, viciously shakily you as the thrumming got more frequent. The rougher hand was pulled away by the water, a mutter broke through the barrage of worried noise.

“Stop…. Hurt….”

The three new sounds were pulled away as the windchimes came closer. The ground left your back and was replaced by warm metal digits that trembled lightly.The three sounds quickly came back, clambering onto the servo with you, getting quieter in the presence of the windchimes.

“Wake up, please.”

The genuinity of the voice made it hard to resist its plea. As much as you wanted to stay with the pleasant feel of the four who had asked so nicely for you to stay, the panicking voice of Ratchet made it hard to stay.

Your eyes cracked open and the usually blinding light was replaced with the several bright blue lights of your inhuman friends and the softer eyes of three humans hovering above you.

“Look! Street girl’s waking up!”

[weenwrites]

How about if reader accidentally witnessed tfp cliffjumper being ambushed by the decepticons and decided to step in and provide a distraction to help cliffjumper take them down and get away? What would be the bots reaction? (Preferably, cliffjumper, arcee, ratchet and optimus) thanks!

Cliff's pretty surprised to see a human jump in to distract some cons for him. Usually humans scream and run away upon seeing a giant robot, so he takes a liking to you pretty quickly. Once he deals with the cons and escorts you back to base (which is probably pretty easy for him to do since you decided to help him out in the first place), he does the usual. He introduces you to the team and you're assigned a guardian. Even if he wasn't assigned as your guardian, he'd still chat and hang around you afterward.

Similar to Cliffjumper, Arcee could probably take a liking to you too. And while you don't get any "thank you" from her and you won't be able to tell that she's grateful, she is. She just hopes that this doesn't become a common occurrence now that you're part of the team.

As per usual, Ratchet's about as excited to see another human as you'd expect. That's right! He isn't. Sure, he appreciates that you helped Cliffjumper get out of a rock and a hard place, but he's still mostly upset that the team has to now worry about you. If this happens to be a common occurrence every now and then, he'll get pretty good at spotting you just before you sneak through the groundbridge.

Optimus never really expected to see a human do such a thing, but he's pleasantly surprised, however he does find it unfortunate that another person has to get involved with the Autobots and Decepticons. Similar to the rest of his team, he hopes this isn't a common occurrence because it's very reckless and not only puts you in danger, but the rest of the team as well.

[harventheblorbo]

Loved the one with wheeljack and them comforting their s/o could you do that same one bit with tfp arcee, soundwave, Cliffjumper and Airachnid?

You don’t have to if you don't want to! Have a lovely day and I wish you the best

Arcee, SoundWave, cliffjumper and Airachind comforting their human S/O after a battle ➥

Containing;.. Arcee, Soundwave, Cliffjumper, Airachind and gn! Human Reader

___ is gender neutral and human

Warning; abit of angst, Swearing

Arcee;

Arcee was going on a mission with a few other bots with her and It was taking a long time. It was starting to make you nervous. You knew that she couldn't be defeated so easily which only made you more scared. Arcee knew that this mission would worry you so she tried her best to not get hurt but unfortunately failed. When they were brought back, the horror that you expected was false.

She had barely any marks on her. "Welcome back" Miko greeted them with a toothy grin. "Thanks. Hi, ___" Arcee greeted you. She quickly noticed your mood and how it was affected by her disappearance.

When no one was around and off doing their own thing, she approached you. "I'm sorry... I tried my best to not get hurt." She explained. "It's okay. I was just... Worried that something happened to you" You stated as you soon felt the anxiety left from your chest.

Soundwave➥

Soundwave was off somewhere when you woke up. You normally slept at his workplace so he could watch over you. You were placed as his charge ever since the big man stole you as a mindless pet.

You waited and waited... And waited for him to get back. The longer that he took, the bigger your anxiety grew. 'What if he doesn't come back?' kept repeating in your mind. He had developed a special place in your heart and was scared that he wouldn't be here anymore.

When you heard footsteps you only prayed that it was Soundwave and not knockout breaking the news. It was thankfully Soundwave. When he first stepped into his quarters is when you felt a wave of relief over yourself.

He quickly noticed and gave you a little thumbs up on his visor as he walked closer to his monitor. You hugged his digit when he raised it to smooth you down. "Don't pull any shit like that again." You hissed as you were picked up and placed on his shoulder.

Cliffjumper➥

Cliffjumper was doing an emergency mission that was supposed to be small. But something in your gut told you that something was bad gonna happen. No matter how hard you tried to reassure yourself, it never went away.

It was taking a concerning amount of time for him to get back. When you heard the ground bridge whirr, you stood up from the couch to the railings that were close to the ground bridge so you could see cliff when he went through

Sure enough, he was completely fine. It was a glitch in the system and nothing was wrong. Cliffjumper looked at you and your worried state and walked over to you. "Hey, are you alright?" He asked. "I thought you got hurt or something..." You explained your worries

"Me? Being hurt? Never. Cliffjumper can never even be dented" He reassured you.

Airachind;

Rarely does Airachind goes out on her own missions but this time it was necessary. She didn't tell you what it was for but she just had to go. When she told you that she had to, your anxiety spiked and has stayed the same ever since she left. You two lived in a cabin ever since she cut ties with Megatron and his men

The fact that she had to do something just made you worry and send you down a spiral of thoughts. She couldn't be hurt right? What would you do if she just went missing? You started to think that someone led her into a trap

You heard keys jingle that you knew was Airachind. She opened the doors and was shortly hugged, basically tackled by you. She was In her holoform so she hugged you back.

She released you and had her hands on your shoulders. "Are you alright?" She asked with concern. "You scared me... I thought something happened" You expressed. "Oh, sweetheart... I wouldn't ever do that to you" she voiced as she hugged you.

[cybertronian-cupid]

💙 Valveplug TFP Autobots💙

What do they enjoy giving most; blowjobs, handjobs or offering their valve?

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Optimus: handjob and blowjobs. If s/o wants their cock milked, they’ll have to ask nicely

Ratchet: He enjoys his valve most, but handjobs let him marvel at his s/o's dick. He loves looking at it.

Arcee: she loves giving her S/O blowjobs and milking their cock dry. She loves it in her aft, but if s/o if squeamish, her valve is waiting for a pounding

Cliffjumper: valve, but he loves giving handjobs and getting his face drenched in cum.

Bulkhead: valve, but he can also do decent blowjobs

Wheeljack: blowjobs, he's a slut.

Ultra Magnus: handjobs, and is thirsting to give a blowjob. He'll ask for it eventually.

[isabellavolere]

Transformers Prime—Part 8: Metal Menace

Masterlist

<-Previous Part

You wake up and quickly change out of your pajamas before walking into the kitchen and grabbing some breakfast. You don’t see your parents so you call out to them but receive no response. 

They’re probably working again. Well, I guess I’ll just head to base.

You open the front door and are about to call out to Cliffjumper when you notice that he’s gone. You frown as you look around the street, but see no sign of him. Pulling out your phone, you try calling Cliffjumper’s comm station but receive no answer. You try again but get the same result. 

Ok, so Cliffjumper isn’t here, and he’s not answering his comm link. I wonder if the others are having the same problem.

You decide to pull up Jack’s number and text him. Maybe if Arcee picked Jack up you could ride with them back to base.

A honking noise catches your attention and you look up from your phone to see Bulkhead’s alt form pulling up. His door swings open and Miko waves enthusiastically from the passenger seat.

“Need a lift?” She asks with a grin.

“Uh, sure,” you shrug, walking over to Bulkhead and sitting in the driver seat. 

As soon as you’re buckled in the radio turns up and the sound of heavy metal fills your ears. Miko and Bulkhead start jamming to the music and continue all the way to base. It was nothing at all like the pop music you and Cliffjumper would sing to on the way to base. You are relieved to see the empty desert give way to towering messas, especially when you spot the one that the Autobot base is located in. Bulkhead drives through the hidden tunnel, the radio cutting out once the entrance closes, and pulls into the base. He slows to a stop and then you and Miko hop out, receiving a groan from Rachet. 

“Miss us, Doc Bot?” Miko asks with a smile.

“Shouldn’t they be in school?” Ratchet grumbles.

“On a Saturday? We have the whole weekend off to spend with you,” Miko replies.

A small smile tugs at the corner of your mouth as you see Ratchet’s look of equal parts disappointment and displeasure. 

“I wasn’t expecting to carpool. What gives, Arcee?” asks Jack as he walks over to the blue bot.

You walk past Jack and Arcee to where Cliffjumper is standing just a few feet away. He kneels down and grins at you, and you tilt your head up at him.

“Yeah, some guardian you make. I had to have my ears blasted off with heavy metal as I rode with Bulkhead and Miko,” you mock pout, which makes Cliffjumper chuckle slightly.

“Sorry about that, but duty calls,” he says.

You glance over at the ground bridge tunnel and see that it is lit up, and frown slightly.

“Where are you heading?”

“Arctic exploration,” you catch Arcee saying to Jack.

“Indoors where it’s warm,” Jack replies.

“Well, there you have it,” Cliffjumper grins.

“The Arctic? I’ve always wanted to see snow!” Raf exclaims.

“I would invite you to join, Rafael, but the conditions are much too extreme, even for we Autobots,” Optimus says.

“I…understand,” Raf shrugs.

Optimus turns around and is about to walk through the ground bridge but pauses and turns back around.

“But, I will bring you back a snowball.”

The comment surprises you; you weren’t expecting such a kind gesture from Optimus, who seemed like such a fierce leader.  

“That would be awesome,” Raf exclaims. 

“Hey y/n,” Cliffjumper says and you turn your gaze to meet his. “I wasn’t able to bring you back anything cool when I went to space. This time I’ll make it up to you, ok?”

You smile and nod, watching as Optimus, Arcee, and Cliffjumper turn towards the ground bridge and disappear.

“Transport complete,” Ratchet says from behind you. “By the Allspark!”

You hear a sort of fizzing and the sound like a car makes when the engine has broken down. You turn around and quickly walk over to Ratchet’s workstation, climbing the yellow ladder and looking over at him.

“Everything alright?” you question.

Ratchet either doesn’t hear you or is choosing to ignore you because he looks over his shoulder and calls over Bulkhead and Bumblebee. 

“You can’t boss us around just because the boss is out,” Bulkhead says as he and Bumblebee walk over. 

“I need some heavy lifting, the ground bridge is down,” Ratchet explains.

At this comment your full attention is on Ratchet and you look at him with a wary glance. 

“Did…did they?” 

“Cliffjumper, Optimus and Arcee made it through just fine. It’s bringing them back that concerns me.” Ratchet looks at you for a long moment before shifting his attention to Bulkhead and Bumblebee. “Now remove those panels, chop-chop.”

You watch from the balcony as Ratchet, Bulkhead, and Bumblebee start working on the ground bridge panels, though after a while lose interest. You decide to walk over to where Jack and Miko are playing a racing game on the couch. You sit on the couch adjacent to their couch and stare off towards the ground bridge tunnel, allowing your mind to wander. Just then you are plunged into darkness and then the lights switch back on again, snapping you out of your thoughts. 

“Aww, it wiped out our game,” Miko mock pouts.

“Ye-but, I was winning!” retorts Jack.  

“Bummer,” she says with a smirk as she starts walking away.

“Y/n, you saw that I won, right?” Jack asks, almost pleads. 

“Oh, sorry Jack, I didn’t,” you shrug, standing up from the couch. “Better luck next time.”

With that, you pat him on the shoulder and follow Miko down to where Ratchet is crouched down on the floor. 

“We most definitely have a problem,” he says, holding up a green sort of card that looks like a computer motherboard. “But what could have caused this?”

The lights to the base flicker a few times and you look up to the ceiling with a frown.

“Or that,” adds Bulkhead. 

“Might be the main grid. Hopefully, it isn’t a substation malfunction,” Ratchet mutters to himself as he assesses the damage.

“Hey guys, look what I found,” Raf calls from a few feet to your right, though you didn’t hear him walk over to you. 

In his arms is a small, round, metal-looking thing with stick-like arms and legs. It appeared to be asleep, though you couldn’t be certain.

“We’re busy-AH!” 

Ratchet’s irritated glare quickly switches to one of fear. Faster than you thought was possible for bots of such large proportions, Ratchet, Bulkhead and Bumblebee step several steps backwards and point their blasters in your direction, all letting out exclamations of horror. 

“Hey hey! What’s with you guys?” asks Miko as she and Jack step in front of you and Raf, spreading their arms out to protect you both.

“Scraplet, Scraplet!” Bulkhead yells out. 

“What’s a Scraplet?” Raf asks.

“The most dangerous vermin ever to crawl upon the face of Cybertron,” Ratchet says in a slightly haunted voice.

Not able to help it, to let out a snicker as you look at the small metal figure in Raf’s arms. “Seriously?”

“This? Are you kidding me?” Jack asks incredulously.

“You’re giant robots! Scrappy here is teeny,” Miko says with a grin.

“You have no idea the damage that teeny thing can do!” retorts Bulkhead.

“Aww, he wouldn’t hurt anything,” Raf says as he looks down at the scraplet.

As you watch, it starts to twitch and then opens two large purple eyes. Personally you think it looks a little creepy, but you aren’t going to say anything to Raf. It sits there for a moment, looking up at the Autobots with a vacant stare, before opening up its mouth to reveal several rows of sharp, pointed teeth. It then frees itself from Rafs’ grasp and proceeds to crawl across the floor of the base. You are so surprised by this sudden event to do anything but stare in disbelief as the Scraplet launches itself onto Bumblebee. Your disbelief quickly turns into horror when you see the Scraplet start to eat Bumblebee, slowly working his way up his leg and leaving behind a line of exposed metal standing out clearly on the yellow paint. The Scraplet continues eating away at Bumblebee’s leg, then transfers to his arm before Bee is able to smack the ‘teeny thing’ off of him. The Scraplet tries to get up but before it can Raf smacks it over and over again with a crowbar. Raf pulls the bar up over his head again but Jack grabs the end and holds it still.

“Easy there killer,” he says. 

“Woah, I did not see that coming,” Miko adds from beside Raf, who turns to face Bumblebee quickly.

“I’m sorry Bumblebee. Is he gonna be okay?” 

“It’s only a mesh wound, he’ll live,” Ratchet says after a moment. 

“Now do you believe me?” asks Bulkhead. “All Scraplets do is dismantle machinery and eat anything metal-especially living metal!”

“Well, Raf smashed the Scraplet so…we’re good now, right?” you ask Ratchet.

“No,” he replies quickly. 

“No?” you question.

“When it comes to Scraplets, there is never just one. And I fear I know how they got in here.”

***

You all walk to a hanger where a large sphere of metal lies in a puddle of water, half frozen, with a large, jagged hole in the middle of it. 

“It’s a trap-a Scraplet trap,” Ratchet says as he shines a light into the metal.

“Uh, an empty Scraplet trap,” Bulkhead adds.

“Most likely ejected into space eons ago, only to wind up in the Arctic, where the temperature kept them in stasis,” Ratchet explains.

“Until we brought the thaw,” you finish.

“Now they’re wide awake and ready to brunch,” Miko adds.

“So, how many are we talking about?” asks Raf.

“Thousands. The power malfunctions and ground bridge damage are sure signs that their infestation is well under way,” Ratchet replies.

You look over at Jack and share a worried glance.

***

“Ratchet to Optimus, do you read me? We have a situation.”

Back in the main hangar Ratchet tries to get ahold of Optimus, but the Scraplets seem to have damaged the comms; in addition to a growing list of other system damages. All that Ratchet was receiving was comm static, even the screen monitors were glitching in and out.

“I don’t like the sound of that,” you mutter as you stand on the platform by Ratchet’s workstation.

“I’m sure they’ll be alright, y/n,” Jack says next to you.

It sounds like he’s trying to sound reassuring, but you can tell he is just as worried as you are. After all, both of your guardians are out there in the Arctic with no way to get home currently.

“Scraplets have gotten into the comm link station!” Ratchet exclaims and pounds his fist onto the keyboard, making you flinch. “If we don’t eradicate these creatures immediately they will reduce the entire base to a scrap heap.”

“Well I say we bug outta here and let ‘em keep it,” Bulkhead says, and Bumblebee beeps an agreement.

“Evacuation is not an option. If we don’t get the ground bridge up and running stat, Optimus, Arcee and Cliffjumper will perish,” Ratchet states, and you let in a sharp intake of breath.

“They…will?” Jack asks.

“Bulkhead, you never run from a fight!” Miko states, turning to face him.

“Miko, you haven’t seen a swarm of these things devour a bot; I have,” Bulkhead shudders. “They pick you apart from the inside out, going for the small, juicy bits first. Fuse by fuse, circuit by circuit, till there’s nothing left, and I mean nothing…not even your optics.”

“You have to let us help,” Jack says.

“We’re not made of metal,” Raf adds.

“Yeah, the Scraplets can’t hurt us,” Miko comments.

“Typically, I find your fleshiness to be your least engaging quality,” Ratchet muses. “But it would appear to provide an advantage under these extremes.”

“Okay good. So we pair off, Raf with Bumblebee, Miko with Bulkhead, me and y/n with Ratchet,” Jack states.

“We’ll cover for you as you’re fixing the ground bridge,” you say firmly, nodding to Jack.

“And we go on a bug hunt,” Miko says, causing the Autobots to shudder.

***

After pacing back and forth several times next to Ratchet, you start to get impatient. You hadn’t heard anything from the others, but you weren’t sure if that was a bad thing or a good thing. 

“How’s it going?” Jack asks, breaking the silence.

“Hmm, I’ve repaired the damaged conductors, and rerouted the central conduits, but the ground bridge still won’t receive power!” Ratchet fumes, punching the ground in frustration.

Just then you hear the clinking of metal and look to Jack, who heard it too. You begin scanning the walls and the floor, hoping to spot the Scraplets and take care of them. Jack lightly taps your shoulder and points upwards. Following his gaze, your eyes widen when you see hundreds of them crawling out of a large pipe. The Scraplets stare blankly at you and Jack with vacant purple eyes, but notice that you both aren’t made of metal, and move their gaze elsewhere. The Scraplets open up their mouths, revealing those rows of pointed teeth, and jump off of the wall. 

“What?!” 

“They fly?” 

You and Jack speak at the same time.

“You never said they could fly!” Jack exclaims.

The now flying Scraplets swarm together and speed towards Ratchet, causing him to fall backwards. Hundreds of the Scraplets begin eating away at his orange and white metal. 

“Ratchet!” you scream out.

You and Jack run over to him, Ratchet’s yells of anguish filling your ears as you begin smacking the Scraplets off of Ratchet, but it does little to help. Jack had grabbed the crowbar Raf had used earlier but you didn’t have a weapon so you had to grab the horrible metal demons with your bare hands and drop-kick them across the base. 

“Y/n, the fire extinguisher!” Ratchet yells, pointing to a small red can standing a few feet away.

You rush over to it and pull the safety pin before spraying every single Scraplet you could find on Ratchet’s body. The can worked quite well, causing the Scraplets to freeze and fall off. You think that was the end of it when you hear more Scraplets and look up to see another swarm of them flying around the rafters above.  

“Ratchet, get the patch kit. We’re leaking energon like-woah!” Bulkhead says as he and the others walk into the main hangar of the base. 

Sensing fresh meat, the Scraplets start racing towards Bulkhead and Bumblebee. All three Autobots fall to the floor, covered from head to foot in Scraplets. You and Jack continue to beat away and freeze the Scraplets, but it does little good. The screams of Bulkhead, beeps from Bumblebee, and moans from Ratchet ring in your head and you fear that the Autobots will be eaten alive right in front of you, with you being powerless to stop it.

***

The bots lay in a weakened state on the floor of the base, moaning occasionally as you and the other kids smash the frozen Scraplets that litter the floor. It almost seemed that the swarm would never dwindle, but finally the Scraplets stopped coming.

“Did we get them all?” Jack asks as he inspects a twitching Scraplet.

A loud metallic buzzing fills the base, ringing through every hallway and filling every pipe, reminding you all that the battle was not yet over.

“Hardly. These were just scouts,” Ratchet replies dejectedly.

“So the rest of them know we’re in here?” Bulkhead asks as Bumblebee beeps a few times.

“If we allow ourselves to become their next meal, Optimus, Arcee and Cliffjumper will never make it home,” Ratchet says. “We must get the ground bridge operational.”

“Then we can use it to send the Scraplets anywhere on Earth,” Raf points out.

“Why not back where they came from?” I growl, angry at the Scraplets for keeping Cliffjumper from coming home.

“We already know they don’t do cold,” Jack adds, tapping the fire extinguisher in your hands.

“Su-weet! One-stop shopping,” Miko says.

“Given the body mass of the Scraplets, sub-zero temperature should freeze them on contact,” Ratchet reasons.

“Or at least within a few moments of exposure,” you add.

He nods at your comment as he says, “So think, Ratchet, think! If the ground bridge is still down, there must be a breach in the energon fuel line.”

“Uhg, if we weren’t breaching,” Bulkhead groans. “One of us could get back over there and fix it.”

“Where do we find it?” asks Jack.

“And how do we fix it?” Raf asks.

“Let’s get Optimus, Arcee and Cliff back home where they belong,” you say firmly.

“Su-weet!” Miko adds.

“Very well,” Ratchet says after a moment. “It’s time we show these Scraplets who’s boss.”

***

You, Jack, Miko and Raf carefully step over dozens of Scraplets on your way through the pipes. It feels eerie watching their blank purple eyes look right past you, almost like you are a ghost. 

“Remember, we’re okay. We’re not metal,” Jack says in a low voice.

You shudder as you imagine what it’d be like if you were metal, and the Scraplets were eating you alive. Shaking your head, you notice one of the pipes steadily leaking a cerulean-colored liquid. 

“Look, there’s the breach,” you point out.

“Come on, we have to work fast,” Jack says, crouching next to the pipe and pulling out some tools. 

By the time you all finished welding the pipe together, the Scraplets were getting ready for their next wave of attack. Without warning they all open their mouths and start flying down the passageway with a loud whirring noise, disappearing from sight within moments. 

“They’re getting ready to feed!” Raf exclaims.

“Well good, cause we’re ready to send them back where they belong,” you growl. 

I just hope we can get the ground bridge up and running before it’s too late.

Immediately you shake the idea out of your head. You didn’t have time for that kind of thinking.

“Y/n, you alright?” Jack asks from beside you.

“Mm hmm,” you nod. “I’ll just be a lot better once Cliff and the others get back safely.”

You wrap your arms around your body and frown as you imagine him freezing to death somewhere in the Arctic, with no way to get home.

“Don’t worry, our bots are a lot tougher than you think. They’ll be fine,” Jack reassures you. “Now come on, let’s get to the main hangar. Ratchet might need our help.”

With that you nod again and follow Jack out of the pipe system, running as fast as you can to let Ratchet know the pipe has been repaired.

“Ratchet, all systems go!” Jack yells.

“Fire it up!” Miko adds. 

Ratchet slowly stands up, leaning his full body against the ground bridge level.

“Ground bridge…activated,” he says weakly and pulls down before falling back to the ground with a crash. 

You rush over to his side and touch the side of his shoulder with your hand. 

“Ratchet! Hang in there Doc, we’re gonna get through this.”

He glances at you with dull eyes before giving you the smallest of nods. The sound of the Scraplets buzzing above causes you to jerk around and look up. The Scraplets swarm around the ceiling trusses and you can see them eating away at that too. One of the trusses starts to fall from the ceiling and you quickly kneel down, covering your head with your arms. You hear the truss fall just inches to your right and look up to see that Ratchet’s arm is shielding your body. You whisper a small thank you and Ratchet lowers his arm back to the ground. You hear a whooshing noise and look behind you to see that Bulkhead had launched himself through the ground bridge, the swarm of Scraplets following closely behind. You look back to Ratchet, who is now shielding Bumblebee with his arm as the last of the Scraplets zoom through the ground bridge portal. You sigh in relief as the buzz of the Scraplets die away and look up to Ratchet, who’s mouth twitches up in a small smile. 

“I think it’s safe to say that the worst is behind us,” he says quietly.

“I certainly hope so,” you reply, looking around the base. 

Smashed and frozen Scraplets litter the floor, along with various pieces of metal. You are about to say something else when the irregular thud of metal reaches your ears. You whip around to see Optimus, Arcee, and Bulkhead walk through the portal, followed a moment later by Cliffjumper. 

“Cliff!” you yell and rush over to your guardian.

“H-hey kid,” Cliffjumper replies weakly, crouching down to meet your gaze.

His once bright red paint is covered in a thin layer of frost and patches of his metal take on a white tinge. 

“I would hug you but I don’t want to become frozen to your leg,” you say with a grin. 

“That’s understandable,” Cliffjumper says, returning your grin.

“Cliffjumper, I need you here in the med-bay, now,” Ratchet says briskly from across the base, already tending to Arcee.

“I’m fine, Doc,” Cliffjumper calls back. “Don’t worry about me.”

“You’ve been exposed to sub-zero temperatures for a prolonged amount of time so I must perform the standard defrosting procedure. It’s the only way to be certain that you have not received permanent system damage,” Ratchet argues. 

“Take care of the bots who really need medical attention,” Cliffjumper grumbles. 

“You all need medical attention, Cliff,” you point out.

“Y/n is correct. Even you, old friend,” Optimus adds as he leans against the med-bay wall.

“Perhaps you are right,” Ratchet relents after a moment.

“I think we can help with that,” you say, looking at the other kids. “We fixed the energon leak, how hard can it be to fix a few broken down Autobots?”

***

“Report bio-circuitry status?” Ratchet asks.

“Levels are rising,” Jack states with a thumbs up.

“Excellent. Rafael, keep a close watch on Bumblebee’s electro pulse monitor. Miko, check Bulkhead’s interface patch,” Ratchet orders.

“It’s steady,” Raf replies.

“Lookin’ good,” Miko adds. 

“Y/n, download the results of the defrosting procedure for Cliffjumper and observe the modularity of Optimus’s central nervous system.”

“You got it boss,” you say, rapidly typing away on the computer in front of you and checking the diagnostics you ran on Optimus earlier. 

“Perhaps you should get some rest yourself, old friend. You saved quite a few lives today,” you overhear Optimus telling Ratchet. 

“It…wasn’t all my doing,” Ratchet admits. “We’re just lucky that this infestation happened…on a Saturday.”

“Our human friends may be small, but they are strong,” Optimus comments, making you smile quietly. 

Just then Miko lets out a high pitched scream and you jump into action, grabbing the closest thing you could get your hands on, which happened to be the fire extinguisher from earlier. 

“What? Scraplet?” you ask quickly.

“No, spider! Is it on me? Ah! Get it off get it off!” Miko screams, proceeding to run away while brushing herself off furiously.

“Did she just scream like a little girl?” Bulkhead asks.

You look at Cliffjumper, who raises an eyebrow, but you just shrug and smile slightly.  

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