#tfp x y/n

[fanged-fanfics]

Can I request headcannons for TFP dealing with a reader that has to hug something to fall asleep?

☆ To Have and To Hold — Transformers Prime x GN Reader ☆

Genre: Fluff || they/them pronouns for reader || No warnings needed

A/N: Characters included; Optimus, Ratchet, Wheeljack, Megatron, Soundwave, and Starscream

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Optimus Prime

ᯓᡣ𐭩 He does his best to keep comfort items around for you that you could use if you have any, which includes anything he thinks looks soft enough for you to hold

ᯓᡣ𐭩 He monitors how you act after sleeping to gage if you've rested well or not, and adjusting the items he has for you accordingly

ᯓᡣ𐭩 Offering himself might be a sort of last resort for if you really don't have anything, but he'll state clearly that he doesn't mind if it's for your wellbeing

ᯓᡣ𐭩 Pretty stationary while recharging, he's easy to hold onto since he doesn't tend to move much and there's little risk of him squishing you

Ratchet

ᯓᡣ𐭩 He's seen similar behavior out of bots he's met before, so he's not unfamiliar to the idea. He'll offer old comfort items he has lying around from those types of patients for you to use

ᯓᡣ𐭩 He's protective of the items when you aren't around, making sure no one messes with them and they're always clean and ready to hold when you need to rest

ᯓᡣ𐭩 Like Optimus, he'd offer his presence as a sort of last resort, though he'll try to hold out as much as possible since he figures sharing a berth with him wouldn't be very comfortable for you

ᯓᡣ𐭩 He recharges on his side, one arm wrapped around you to make sure you're in no danger of falling off or getting too close to his frame while you're sleeping

Wheeljack

ᯓᡣ𐭩 His first suggestion would honestly likely be to build you something you could hold onto, but like always it tends to fall through when he tries

ᯓᡣ𐭩 He offers his assistance right after, noting that he's basically the cuddliest you could get from the Autobots (in his opinion anyways)

ᯓᡣ𐭩 The one problem is he moves around quite a bit as he recharges, shifting around to keep comfortable. He makes sure to stay still if he feels you snuggled up to him

ᯓᡣ𐭩 He falls into regular routine rather quickly, remaking that it's the best recharging he's had in quite a while

Megatron

ᯓᡣ𐭩 He doesn't understand your insistence, but whatever helps you be ready in the morning to do your job doesn't bother him, so long as you're not disrupting anything

ᯓᡣ𐭩 He's tried once or twice to hint at different approaches you could take when losing your usual items interfere with training, but he quickly learns it's in one audial and out the other

ᯓᡣ𐭩 Unable to handle seeing you so downtrodden, he suggests that he has a solution for you, and you wait until that following night for him to arrive

ᯓᡣ𐭩 To your surprise, he invites himself in, telling you his plan of being your new item to hold. Only after you agree does he climb into the berth, huffing as he holds you to his chassis

Starscream

ᯓᡣ𐭩 He found out your sleeping preferences by accident, and of course you were worried that he was going to be his usual sly self and use it against you

ᯓᡣ𐭩 After days of silence and no glares and whispers being thrown in your direction (well, no more than usual), you got a little confused

ᯓᡣ𐭩 The next time you two met, Starscream was who approached you. He admitted that he was having trouble recharging, hiding his suggestion for you two to share a berth under claims of it being 'practical'

ᯓᡣ𐭩 You finally interrupted his rambling, accepting his idea. Though he was a little awkward about it at first, he recharged better than he had in months in your arms

Soundwave

ᯓᡣ𐭩 As expected, he doesn't comment on it much. He'll hand you a comfort object if you misplace yours, and keeps the ones you have under his watch to ensure their safety

ᯓᡣ𐭩 You actually end up falling asleep on him one night, clinging to his form having lulled you to sleep, and Soundwave remained unmoving

ᯓᡣ𐭩 You tried ti apologize the next day, but Soundwave didn't seem bothered in the slightest. From then on, whenever he'd see you were tired, he'd offer himself for you to lie on

ᯓᡣ𐭩 He puts aside the annoyance in his processor whenever hearing other Decepticons comment on it, instead focusing on your form against his to keep calm

[1moon-lavender]

Megatron: SHUT UP! I swear to fucken God I'm going to kill the next person I fucking see

y/n: Hello

Megatron: oh hiii oh my God hi

y/n: I wish you well..

wheel jack: I wish you well.....IN HELL AHAHAHAHA Burn in hell

random kid: she called me the b word.

Miko: Motherfucker doesn't start with a B

y/n: *sneezes*

knockout: hey y/n sneezes like a girl.

y/n: and how about I pound you like boy that didn't come out right

y/n: you want to make love?....

*everyone looks at them*

y/n: do we even have the ingrediants for that?

here is part two since y'all liked the first one :D

Thank you for liking the first one

[skeletons-can-draw-too]

hello, love your art! how about some tfp optimus doing domestic stuff with his human?

Ahhhh here he is! I’ve also never drawn tfp Optimus before so I hope he looks good :3

[transformersxreader]

Hey guys, I know it’s been a long,long time since I’ve uploaded, I kinda got lost with everything around me but I’m feeling loads of better and stories are coming soon! ✨✌️ Accept these quick sketches of (Y/n) with a few transformers prime characters of what their children would look like!

[sunrisecaminus]

HIII, I LOVE YOUR WRITING SM, ITS SRSLY SO SCRUMPTIOUS? <333

I wanted to request bumblebee/ratchet/knockout/ megatron headcanons of them finding reader working on a lot of figurines and their vehicle models. I want to see how the bots would react? (Esp ratchet, I love that grumpy old man sm)

Message - DUDE JBVPAVHUBSVO! I wish I could write more, but this is all I could think of. Also awe thanks! Don't make me blush :3

Bumblebee/Knockout/Ratchet/Megatron x Reader Headcanons

Summary - Human makes their Cybertronians friend a figurine of their alt mode. All their reactions to you making them the cutest thing ever.

Warning - Cute

Bumblebee

When he finds your little workshop, watching you making a polished figurine of his car, he was fully supportive of it. He loved everything that you did and every time he saw you making your projects, Bee stays around and observes how you make the details. There is a cute joke you guys do by telling him to "freeze!!!" when he is in his alt mode. You take pictures of what he looks like to help yourself have references. Bumblebee would try so hard not to make any sound while you work, but if you ask him if he likes it…you would get loud excited beeping about how beautiful you made him. The fact he would keep every single one of them will show you how much he appreciates them. If someone told you that the figurines suck, Bumblebee would go wild and make sure that person never comes close to you again. It's funny how mad he gets to protect you, but honestly its very sweet.

Knockout

Now, Knockout would be the most obnoxious person about finding out about your skill. This man would kiss and snuggle you every day for the rest of your life after he knows. Need references? Just ask him and he would stay in his alt mode for long periods of time so you can have one you could actually look at in person. Do you understand how much this guy would adore you? Do you understand how much he adores HIMSELF?! Do you remember how in the show, Starscream would brag to everyone how he was the one to kill cliffjumper? YEAH THAT'S KNOCKOUT! "Did you know I am a hired model? My body is so beautiful, a master of sculpting is using it for their art projects~" He will say it every where. Starscream being annoying? Knockout brags about being a model. Arachnid being a threatening meanie? Knockout will say you were useful for showing off his sexy body in sculptures. Megatron mad at him for having an unsuccessful mission? "Well big M, at least today I am going to outshine everyone on this ship by getting a sculpture version of me." He is weirdly supportive of it…in his own way. Knockout would cherish everything you do and even help buy you better supplies to help you improve. Everyday he would see you working on one and you would just feel a little kiss on your head to feel his loving energy.

Ratchet

"What in the Allspark are you doing? I am not someone for you to just make a replica of!" Yeah Ratchet is very much flustered about the whole thing. You making a figurine of his alt mode was adorable though, seeing a miniature him was so embarrassing. What you secretly don't know is that he put the figures up on the desk he has so he can appreciate your crafts while working. Does he wish you would just stop? Yes. Is he going to tell you? No! He would never tell you to stop doing things you like, just please stop making sculptures of him. He would try to nit pick the figurine to make you think you didn't do good and that would make you not sculpt him anymore, but when he saw how upset you got, thinking you made him look ugly…yeah he broke. Now he just blushes and says it looks good whenever you show him your finished product. Not a warm and fuzzy kind of guy, but he would secretly buy you more materials online so you could continue your dreams and passions. He understands the feeling of being good at your job, and doesn't want to ruin that for you. If he heard someone talk crap about your projects, Ratchet might get suspended for medical malpractice later.

Megatron

OF COURSE THIS EGOTISTICAL WARLORD LIKES IT! He would put the damn thing next to his throne to look at it from time to time. "Make me another or I will use you for target practice!" Anyone who says you are bad at making figurines will DIE. Don't question the decapitated body in the corner, please don't even mention it. He would title you are an architect on his ship and give you a respectable salary if you keep making him stuff. It doesn't even have to be sculptures of him. Make him a model of the ship and he would use it as a 3d blueprint whenever he wants to upgrade something on the ship. "And you see here, this is where I want the new engines to be placed." Starscream thinks this shit is stupid. Will he ever tell Megatron? FRAG NO! You are now the lord's favorite and nothing will change that. He would sit you on the arm of his throne and pet you on the top of your head. You will never leave, you will never switch sides, and you will never be killed. Oh and his threats are fake, that man secretly loves you and would never lay a finger on you. He would send a figure to Optimus as a "look at what my soldiers do for me" type shit. Bro, you could tell him that someone ruined your project and he would literally walk around the ship with you on his shoulder, asking you to point out who. Even if it was Airachnid, nah, bye Airachnid! He would not care who it was, do not ruin his pet's MASTERPIECE!

[lightloominous]

yeah...

[t-a-a-1]

Counting Stars

Pt.2: The Wait

TFP Optimus x Female Reader

Summary: After revealing to Optimus that you are carrying his sparkling, he convinces you to stay under the Autobot care. However, after the sudden appearance of an old lover of yours, Optimus faces difficult challenges as he tries to win you back and learn how to prepare to be a father at the same time.

A/N: Lots of yearning, jealousy, delusions, craving, fluff. All that good stuff.

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Counting Stars

Pt.2: The Wait

There is a clear difference between carrying a sparkling and dying. 

You weren’t sure which one you were doing.

Everyone was treating you like you were about to perish. Everyone has always been careful around you. But now they are extremely aware of you. Every step you take, breath, look, smell, nothing was too insignificant. 

“You shouldn’t be carrying that.”

“Maybe you shouldn’t eat that.”

“Maybe you shouldn’t go there.”

The autobots treated you like a doll. Although the thought sounds amusing, it really wasn’t. 

“I just want to go for a drive. I’ve been inside for two weeks. I need to get out.”

Bulkhead moves his helm from side to side. He was  the third bot you asked about going out. 

“What if we crash and you get hurt?” 

You knew he was making up an excuse to not take you for a drive. Because what kind of Autobot would be such a bad driver?

“I am a human! I need the sun and see pretty things or I’ll get depressed and die!”

“Can you just watch the sun and pretty things on TV?”

Crossing your hands in front of your chest, you huff, showing your clear satisfaction. 

“I am sorry (Y/N) but you are carrying the only sparkling Cybertron has seen since millennials. If you weren’t having our species’s only hope, I would be more lenient.” 

Bulkhead’s voice sounds apologetic. You know that he was telling the truth. Maybe they all missed hanging out with you but couldn’t do much due to current circumstances. 

“I am being serious. I need to go out.” you say looking at the bot. “I’ll seriously die.”

You were exaggerating but you didn’t know until how much you could last without going crazy. 

“Well, maybe we can wait until Optimus is back and hear what he thinks.” Arcee steps in, trying to see if she could alleviate the situation. “You know, so no one wants to get in trouble.”

“Prime isn’t even around.”

A simple talk couldn’t fix everything. Although you and Optimus were in speaking terms, you wouldn’t say that things were the way they used to be. Things were still awkward and tense between the two of you. 

“You need to understand him, he is also going through biological needs not seen eons ago,” Ratchet speaks up while still typing on his large computer. “He is nesting for you and the sparkling, he can’t control it and he is trusting us to keep you safe while he is away.”

“Oh so you care about his biological needs but not about mine? I see how it is.”

“It’s not that, it's just–”

Ratchet turns to look at you. 

“Alright, maybe you are right.”

The medic-bot notices the color of your skin. It’s pale. Not in a natural way but in a sick-manner. Your belly has grown and you look tired. Mentally, you must be going through a lot. The weight of the survival of an entire civilization is on your shoulders and you are yet to know if the sparkling will be born healthy. 

“Only for 30 minutes.”

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Optimus was able to satisfy his biological needs only after he found ten dandelions. It was extremely hard to bring them to base since they were delicate and were easy for its tiny petals to crumble. He had found several but would have to go back and look for more since most would lose their petals on the way. 

He also found some pretty rocks. He wasn’t sure which one you would like most so he brought all of them. 

“So you are here to stay with (Y/N) for the rest of the pregnancy?”

His olfactory sensors picked a familiar smell. A human one but it was none of the kids. It was a scent he wasn’t fond of. One he very much wished did not exist. 

“Yes, as a Special Agent, I was assigned this duty. Which I am glad for, I want to spend time with (Y/N) as much as possible.”

Special Agent Alex. Fowler’s Co-worker and your childhood best friend. 

Optimus’ sensors were on alert. All of his instincts warned him. 

“Potential male threat detected. Human male may potentially steal sparkling and partner. Action Required: Keep human male away from mate.”

“May I inquire about your reasoning behind your sudden … presence without invitation?”

He didn’t waste any time as he walked towards the center of the hangar. His tall demeanor did not seem to phase the secret agent. 

“Hey, Prime! Sorry for not announcing it before,” Alex waved knowing that he would get more of a reaction out of Optimus if he pretended that his hostility does not affect him. “But I am just doing my duty. (Y/N) was originally supposed to be transported to a secured area under my watch. But since that didn’t happen, I’ll be staying here.”

“(Y/N) is currently protected by five Autobots at all times. She’s safe here and does not need your guarding.”

“That may be right but (Y/N)’s child is a matter of national security. I can’t let the Autobots have complete control over humanity’s first human-alien hybrid child.”

Optimus closes his servo, fighting the urge to smash the human like a mosquito. 

“My sparkling is no human experiment.”

“I am not saying it was,” Alex looks directly at Optimus’ optics. Unafraid. “What I am saying is that the child would benefit from having all the resources this world can offer. That child, no matter what it may be or look like, would be more human than Cybertronian. It will grow here. Learn our languages, history, traditions and culture.”

Alex smirks, about to deliver the final hit. 

“It’s not like there’s much to learn from Cybertron after all,” he says. “I may raise that child myself.”

Everyone could hear Optimus’ gun engine turn on, about to point directly at the agent. 

Until you showed up. 

“Alex?”

He immediately put away his weapon, pretending that he wasn’t about to harm a certain individual. He couldn’t do it, not after seeing the smile on your face. 

Not after you jumped into his arms, hugging him as he spinned you around. 

“Alert. Action Required: Eliminate threat. Keep human male away from mate. Alert.”

His processor telling him commands wasn’t helping the feelings in his spark. 

“You have always been beautiful but pregnancy suits you so well. It’s going to make my stay here all the more pleasant.”

Alex has always been a flirt.  But you never took it seriously. At least not now. You used to love the compliments during the time of your relationship. Years ago. 

“Are you staying here?”

You ask excitedly, in a desperate need of a friend your age. A human friend who would understand your need to get coffee and see the sunsets. 

“Yes, you won’t have to be lonely anymore,” Alex puts a hand on your head, giving you a soft head pat. An act Optimus was never able to do casually. Putting hands on you without consent in any way did not fit right with him.  “I’ll stay as long as you have me.”

“Yes! You can stay in my room!”

You seem to enjoy the affection. The agent gave you a certain warmness Optimus couldn’t give you and his processor is starting to write codes unfamiliar to him. 

“I am highly against that–”

“Alright, I’ll put my things in there,” Alex’s voice was louder than Optimus’ as he was closer to you. You were too excited to pay attention to the rising anger of the bot. “But tell me, where were you? I was waiting for you and got kinda worried.”

“I’ve been inside here for two weeks and Ratchet took me for a quick drive.”

“For two weeks? That’s not healthy for you and the baby, you need to stay active and get enough sunlight.”

“That’s what I told them but they wouldn’t listen to me.”

Everyone around you noticed your evident happiness that they didn’t mind the comment. You were right, they weren’t taking your needs into consideration. It was even more evident by the sudden change of your mood. 

“Well, from now on I’ll be taking care of you,” Alex moves his hand to caress your cheek. “And I’ll take you on regular drives and trips.”

“Do not touch my sparkmate–”

“Also I brought you a gift!”

He looks down at his backpack as Optimus’ voice subsides. Opening it quickly and showing the content inside it. 

“My favorite chocolate!” you take the pink box from his hands. It was an expensive brand and hard to find. Not available anywhere in the city.  “Thank you! 

Optimus quickly thinks of the things he got you. Dandelions, flowers, rocks. Would you love them just as much? Will you jump in excitement and hug him? Will you see him as fit enough to be your provider, protector and Sparkmate?

“Analysis Complete: Human Male wishes to bond with Sparkmate and steal Sparkling. Activating Sparkmate Protection Codes. Eliminate offering. Keep Sparkmate secluded.”

It’s like he couldn’t control himself. It was fear, confusion and jealousy that overtook his processor. 

Without any announcement, Optimus walks towards you and takes the chocolate box using two of his digits. You watch him with amusement, not understanding his actions. And without any previous warning, he crushes the box. 

The Autobots don’t say a word, flabbergasted at their leader’s actions. 

“I- I am–”

Optimus wanted to apologize but he was so surprised by his own doing that no words left his dermas. 

The room is silent for a few seconds until sobbing is heard coming from you.  Normally, you wouldn’t cry but your hormones have been acting differently, making you more emotionally sensitive.

You run to your room, Alex quickly follows by until the two of you disappear from the hangar. 

“Sparkmate in distress. Advance with caution. In case of Sparkmate rejection, proceed to program Offline codes.” 

Optimus looks at his servo. The pink chocolate box is destroyed. It was a nice gift. Delicate, gentle, genuine. And he destroyed it. All that was left was the result of his own selfish actions. 

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He didn’t know how to approach you. Nor knew if he should. His processor was begging him to go talk to you. 

His pedes hang from the cliff as he sees the stars in the sky. Its a view Cybertron was unknown to.  His home planet, with all of its technological advances, unique traditions and indescribable views could never have this kind of beauty. Yet, it can’t compare to the delicacy of your eyes.

Hearing heavy steps walking towards him, he knows it wasn’t you. Most of the time, he couldn’t tell when you were approaching him, your steps were too small to be heard. Either that or he would smell your scent. 

“You know, the right thing to do is apologize, right?”

Arcee was not one to open up easily. That was something she had in common with Optimus. 

“It would be simple if I knew she would want me to,” he responds, seeing the motorcycle sit next to him.

“... Are all male bots this stupid?”

“I believe so.”

There was silence but it wasn’t awkward. They didn’t need to talk to understand each other. Optimus is a great leader but somewhat stupid when it comes to relationships. It is of no surprise, however. Cybertronian and Human relationships are very different. Cybertron culture is more reserved, sometimes even completely political. As a species living for so long, it’s more about companionship. A long lasting friendship. Finding a Sparkmate was completely rare. Something not everyone would get to experience. 

Humans however … Due to their short lifespan, they were more prone to fall in love and out of love rather fast. 

“My processor has been programmed to do things I deemed as primitive for our kind,” he says. “Sometimes I can’t control it.”

“Then just tell her that,” Arceee puts a servo on his shoulder. Physical contact wasn’t common in Cybertron either. But he didn’t mind. “And apologize … a lot.”

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You started to overthink. A lot. 

Optimus had feelings for you. Of that you were almost certain. You think ‘almost’ because now you weren’t so sure. 

Optimus would live for many years after you are gone. Maybe one day he will finally find the one, his Sparkmate. Where would that leave your child? He has told you that he will be responsible. But is he doing it out of duty or because he has love for his sparkling? You didn’t want him to believe that he is being forced to stay. 

It was a stupid thought. You knew that. But the thought still lingers in the back of your mind. 

“Prime is gonna kill me whenever he finds out I took you out of the base.”

It's always nice to get out of the base during the night. Especially with someone who saw you as an individual instead of just a ‘carrier and savior of an advanced robot race.’ He also drives nicely, not too fast, not too slow. Alex used to be a mechanic, his love for cars was always evident. Even as he drives, you can tell that this is all he ever wanted to do. 

“You know he won’t even kill a fly.”

“Yeah and that’s why it’s so fun to tease him.”

Alex tried to diminish the tension of the previous situation. He didn’t know why Optimus did what he did. But he feels a bit guilty for teasing Optimus as much. Maybe if he hadn't pushed him to his limits, he wouldn't have done such ugly act. 

“Can we go to the beach?”

You ask randomly. 

Alex smiles.

“Sure.”

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When Ratchet informed him that you had gone on a night drive with Alex, he immediately went to your room. 

Why?

It was something even he couldn’t understand.

He knew he wasn’t going to find you there. 

Yet, his processor couldn’t understand how you weren’t here. He needs you. Now. His every circuit aching at the thought of you leaving his side. Carrying his sparkling and with a male who had successfully stolen you from his servos even if it's just for one night. 

He can still smell your scent in your room. Even after he had mass-shifted to enter, the room was still too small for him. He touched the bedsheets and began to miss the moments he has shared with you before in it. 

Where are you?

He needs you now. He needs to hold you, to know that you are safe. To express how much he adores you and the sparkling. 

“Sparkmate Status: Missing. Sparkling Status: Missing. Safety Status: Unknown. If Unable To Locate, Proceed With Solitude Activation Codes.”

He used his Comm-Link to call your cell phone. But nothing. He tried again. Nothing. 

It wasn’t until the 30th time that he understood … You didn’t want to be with him. 

You didn’t want him. 

You didn’t want him.

You didn’t want him. 

His servos tremble. 

Optics feel heavy. It’s strange. Having blue liquid come out of his eyes. He had cried before. For different reasons. This was pain, in its purest form. In a way words can’t describe. Proof of it were his subsided pleas of air as he had forgotten how to breathe, something he didn’t know he could do until he saw you. 

His spark aches. It hurts. Everything. 

Everything …  His everything is gone.

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It was about a 10 hour drive.

Watching the sunrise was always a beautiful experience. Feeling the warm sunlight touch your skin energizes you. It made you forget the previous negative emotions and you began to have this strange yearning. 

For Optimus.

You wanted to be with him. Wishing he could  be here with you along with your unborn child. 

Maybe he had over reacted but knowing Optimus he probably has a good reason for destroying the chocolate box. Was he taking care of your weight? What if chocolate is toxic for sparklings? You wanted to talk to him and make things better–

Oh. 

You were right. You do need the sun. 

“Let’s build a sandcastle.”

Alex could sometimes be like a child, which was fun. There was never a boring moment with him.

“Let’s build an Autobot, instead!”

You let yourself touch the sand and immediately feel something moving inside you. It feels strange. It doesn’t hurt but feels very uncanny. Nonetheless, you smile as you put your hands in your belly. Your sparkling may be more human than you think, also enjoying the activity and fresh air. 

“Do you think will look like his father?”

You ask Alex as he tries to make a small square with his hands, using water from a water bottle. 

He looks at you and then down at his little project. 

“If the child were to live on Cybertron then I would prefer for them to look like Optimus,” he says, trying to think of a delicate way to tell you his opinion. “But since they will be living on Earth, then I genuinely hope they look more human.”

You know you will love the child no matter what. But Alex had a point. What kind of life will the child live if he is too different? Humans can be cruel, especially to those who are different. 

“If something happens to me … will you take care of them?”

He lets out a heavy sigh and looks at you again. His mood had been ruined but it was a question you were meaning to ask. 

“You know childbirth is difficult as it is and well, I am assuming giving birth to the first Human-Cybertronian child would be even more so.”

“You know we’ll have the best doctors in the world for that day,” Alex starts to mold more rectangular boxes as he stacks them up. Meanwhile you have started working on the head. “And if anyone can come out alive out of that it's you.”

He makes a pause and a small laugh escapes from his lips. 

“Besides, didn’t you fuck a 20 feet tall alien robot? You did that and came out fine. Childbirth should be a piece of cake.”

Without any notice, Alex’s mouth is filled with sand. You had thrown him a sand-ball and he started spitting it out and washing his mouth with the remaining water. 

“Hey! It's true!”

“Yes but you didn’t have to say it like that!”

“I don’t blame you, if Arcee would give me the chance, I would hit too–”

You throw more sand at him and he also retaliates. A sandy-battle unleashed as the wind was in your favor. Alex was gentle enough to only attack you below or above your belly. His ‘projectiles’ are extremely small compared to yours and between giggles and laughs, the battle continues until both of your hairs and clothes are covered with sand. 

And then, Alex’s phone begins to ring. 

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“Where is he?”

The sun is still rising. The groundbridge could not stop time. But the time in California and Nevada were the same. 

You run towards Ratchet who is still by the groundbrige system, Alex close by.

“At the top, he is doing better now that I told him you were returning but …” The autobot medic pauses, not finding the right words to describe the situation. “I think you should go and see for yourself.”

You didn’t hesitate and made your way towards the rooftop. Of course, you didn’t run but you moved as fast as your pregnant body could. 

It was a good workout, you were losing your breath as you made your way to the elevator. If you had been in better shape, you would have taken the stairs. 

As you wait to arrive at the top, you could hear the beats of your heart palpitating against your chest. Overthinking is a talent of yours. Many stupid thoughts crossed your head. Thinking that Optimus was too angry at you for leaving the base without permission. You were ready to accept your punishment, whatever that may be. 

Instead, as you arrive at the top of the cliff, there are more questions than answers. 

You find big rocks, with a weight of more than a ton. Two rocks standing vertically and one on top of the two laying horizontally. Like a small house made out of giant rocks, enough space for a single Cybertronian. One that is around 20 feet tall, blue and red that turns into a truck.

Optimus is there but he is too busy spraying dandelions around his small house that he didn’t notice your presence. 

It wasn’t until he turned around that his optics shine in excitement. He almost runs towards but reminds himself to be gentle. Reaching out a servo, you expected him to hold you but he doesn’t he pulls away, using all of his strength to restrain himself. 

“I am glad to see you are safe.”

He says in a soft voice, the relief in his voice is evident and you feel the need to jump into his servos and be embraced by him. But just like him, you stopped yourself from doing so.

“I am glad you are safe too,” you tilted your body a little, your attention directed to the rocks behind. “Ratchet said you were acting … strange.”

Optimus also takes a look at his creation. He wished he could do better but its the best he could do with his limited resources. 

“Yes, you could say so.”

“May I ask, what is going on?”

He has been meaning to tell you but he doesn't know without getting nervous. He didn’t know how you would react. Will you think of him as weird? Disgusting even? But he can’t run away any longer. You are the sword and he is against a dead end with the only option being moving forward.

“Cybertron hasn’t had a sparkling in milenia so to ensure its safety, my processor activated primal codes,” Optimus says. “It makes me do things that may be antiquated.”

Not understanding fully, but if you had to come to a conclusion, Optimus may be going through something similar to animal mating rituals. Which is not so far fetched since Cybertron used to have Predacons before Cybertronians appeared. 

“Is that why you destroyed my chocolate box?”

“Due that we haven’t concluded the Conjunx Ritus, my processor doesn’t consider you as my Conjunx Endura yet, although I consider you my Sparkmate” Optimus blinks multiple times as he only does when he is nervous. “I identified Special Agent Alex’s actions as threatening to steal you and my sparkling.”

“Me?”

“Yes, although those reasons are more … intimate ones.”

Your heart beats faster as the sunlight reflects on his paint-job. He looks beautiful. You once again remember how incredible and extraordinary of an individual he is. There is no one like him in the entire universe and never will. You feel delighted to know that you are in his presence, being able to admire a side not one has seen yet. 

“Oh,” you look away after realizing you had been staring at him for too long.  “And that?”

You point at the rock structure and Optimus optics quickly follow. 

“After you left, I went to look for you at your private quarters,” he kept looking at the rocks and you wonder the struggles he had to go through to carry them to the top. “Not seeing you there activated my Solitude Codes.”

He walks towards the rocks, there are a lot of dandelions. Some of them died. Others are alive. There is some sort of yearning in his optics as if he belongs there. Its a sorrowful yearning, as if he was made to do something that he wishes to not do. Yet, he knows he would be skillful at it. 

“I felt the need to build this.”

“And do what?”

You ask, not wanting to walk closer as you thought that maybe you would be overstepping his boundaries. 

“Wait,” he answers. 

His back faces you. Not being able to see his faceplate, you can only tell how he feels based on his voice box’s tone. He just stands there, looking down. 

“For what?”

“For you to come back.”

He answers so longingly that it makes you almost shed a tear. For a moment, time stops. There is no wind, no sound, no scent, nothing. But just him. As if your entire world had become just him.  

“... And if I didn’t come back?”

He slowly turns to look at you. A soft smile, of  love. There wasn’t any desire in it. It was pure. Genuine. As he is in love with your soul and wishes to spend eternity with the thought of you. With your existence, whatever that was. To be one until the heavens and the earth collide. 

“I would wait until you do.”

And for a second, the Prime no longer was. But just a spark. In his purest form. His faceplates open, he wants to say something but it's lost in words. He had given up so easily. Realizing that he has yet to find the right words to express his love for you. A love so vast that not even the best poets or writers could ever put into paper. 

If he could go back in time and stop himself from becoming a Prime, he would. Because being an archivist would have made him more eloquent, maybe then, he could describe to you a small fraction of his endless adoration. 

“Prime–”

“Guys!” Alex came out of the elevator, screaming and ruining the moment. “Sorry to interrupt but we have a message coming from Megatron!”

He tilts his head outside the elevator, blue eyes staring at the two of you. Noticing that he interrupted a romantic scenario, he just pointed a finger at the two of you. 

“Prime we need you, please make-out quickly!”

And with that, Alex leaves as soon as he appeared. 

“Well, now that you are here, I won’t be using this,” Optimus walks towards you and bends down on one knee. He is still too tall but you appreciate that he tries to see you faceplate to face. Using a servo, he caresses your hair and your soft skin. With so much adoration and devotion. 

  “I don’t have much time but I realized I haven’t thank you yet for carrying my Sparkling.”

He wants to hold you. Craving it. He wishes he could have time to tell you more. To whisper in your ears sweet things. To read to you the most lovely of poems. To just rot in a bed, indulging in nothing but love. 

But he can’t. Not now. 

“Creating a new life with you has been the greatest honor of my life.” 

He stands up, walks past you. Leaving you at a shock, at a state of awe. 

“Now, let us go,” he says. “Some things can’t wait.”

He'll wait until you call him by his first name again.

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A/N: It was fun to write this. Optimus panicking and not understanding the changes he is going through. I think on this he has accepted that he may not win you back but that won't stop him from loving you and his sparkling. Meanwhile you are falling for him all over again.

I wrote this because y'all liked the concept for Counting Stars and supported it a lot! So thank you everyone so much for the support.

This was a one shot and I continued it because there was lots of love but I don't have a certain story-line. To be honest I don't know how to continue it.

For the next chapter (if there is one) I was thinking that Megatron accidentally sends Reader to the Dark Dimension where Reader meets Nemesis Prime. In this dimension, Optimus loses Reader and his Sparkling, transforming him into an evil being.

Meanwhile in Reader's dimension, Optimus is losing it. Slowly spiraling into madness at the thought of never seeing Reader and his Sparkling again. Destroying everything on sight, the Autobots fight to keep Optimus at bay.

The plot would end with Optimus and Nemesis fighting to see who would keep Reader.

That storyline would take around 2-3 chapters and it would conclude this story.

But that is just a thought, I still don't if I'll continue this since I really need to focus on writing the next chapter for 'The Darkest Hour'

And I am currently working on a oneshot bayverse Optimus fic too so please look forward to it!

Again thank you for reading and sorry for any spelling and grammar mistakes.

See You in the next story!

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[jammertrax]

Ravage + Bonus art; Bumblebee n Cliffjumper

@jammertrax, 2025.

[gigidraws13]

YANDERE OPTIMUS JUMPSCARE RAAHHHHHHH-

[fanged-fanfics]

HIHIHIHIHHII I LOVE YOUR WORK!!!

Can I request TFP Megatron and a femme autobot reader who’s super duper sweet and literally the complete opposite of him. He secretly loves her dearly because they knew each other back on cybertron before he even became Megatron. She’s also maybe stronger than him (bc we love strong women) 😋

TYSM!!!🫶🫶

☆ Contrasting Clashing — TFP Megatron x Fem Autobot Reader ☆

Genre: Fluff || she/her pronouns for reader || No warnings needed

──────.𖥔 ݁ ˖˗ˏˋ ★ ˎˊ˗.𖥔 ݁ ˖ ──────

ᯓᡣ𐭩 Megatron always claimed to his Decepticon allies that you were just as much an enemy as any other, that you were a scraplet in his side and someone he wanted to annihilate just as much as any other Autobot

ᯓᡣ𐭩 The truth was a lot more complicated than he always claimed it to be. He couldn't keep you out of his processor, your faceplates deeply familiar. He remembered every smile you gave him, present and past. To be back now, of all times, must've been a punishment from Unicron himself

ᯓᡣ𐭩 He stayed focused on hating you, trying to see you like another faceless Autobot. He'd see you before fights chatting with your fellow soldiers, and his spark would get an uncomfortable wrench knowing those grins were no longer for him

ᯓᡣ𐭩 One of the first things that solidified your spot in his processor was how you bested him in battle. He wasn't anything close to happy about losing, but your sheer strength was something he'd always found attractive. Someone who could make him feel like he had a fair match frustrated and delighted him

ᯓᡣ𐭩 You could've sworn there were moments in battle where he was holding back. Where he'd miss a shot that should've been easy for him, or the Decepticons deflected away from you under his command. You felt bewildered, yet oddly curious. What were his intentions here? Why did it almost feel like he was looking out for you?

ᯓᡣ𐭩 Deep down, Megatron hated how he couldn't stand to see you hurt. He loathed how the smile leaving your faceplates hurt him as well, and what he hated the most was he felt anguish when hearing that his armies had been what did it to you

ᯓᡣ𐭩 As a show of good will, you once lifted Megatron with great ease when he got heavy injuries during a battle. Megatron felt his faceplates heat up embarrassingly quick, and he scrambled to try and say he was fine, but you at least got him somewhere safe first

ᯓᡣ𐭩 Decepticons of course also got curious after a time, subtly inquiring what their boss was thinking when matching against you so often. Megatron would assure them that it was all a part of his plan, but really he just wanted any excuse to be close to you again

[cloudykyuu]

[🌹 x 🚑]

Neither of them expected this to work. Huh.

Ref:

[skeletons-can-draw-too]

If you don't mind, can we have some Tfp Starscream x reader art?

I think he secretly likes your compliment

(This is also my first time drawing him so sorry if he looks off😭)

[mehiwilldoitlater]

TFP Bumblebee x Ballerina!Reader

requested by @dilucragnvindr-my-beloved

Rafael knew you for a long time; being the kid of his neighborhood was normal. You were older than him, the same age as Jack at least, but besides that, you never bothered talking with him and being a listener for his problems.

Being in a big family means being forgotten sometimes, and maybe it was your kind and understandable nature that led you to become a half-sister to him. And, mostly because he was an open book to you, you immediately noticed the change in behavior in the boy, but he was a smart one, so if there was a problem, he could have always come to you, no?

Well, problems did come in the form of a big, scary robot that had noticed how close you were to the boy and presumed your affiliation with their enemy. Only after your rescue from the nemesis Rafael did finally open up to you about the Autobot…and Bumblebee. Oh, so now the mysterious yellow sports car had a meaning!

You became a helper in certain situations, but never that close to the point of being part of the team and getting a guardian. As you liked to say, you had something that was making you busier than ever.

"It's because she's practicing ballet at a higher level!" Said Raf with a hint of pride. You smiled, waving your hand like scoffing away those words.

"I'm still trying to reach that! I still have to pass the audition."

"Oh! Like for a rock band?!" Said enthusiastically Miko, more interested in that than your dance practice.

"Not quite. I want to learn in the Dance Academy of New York, but to do that, I need to be judged by a committee."

"New York?" Jack asked, "It's on the other side of the country. Are you sure about it?"

"I know it's far..." But who doesn't take sacrifices for their dreams?"

You failed to notice a strange look coming from a certain robot.

Bee was one of the first to find curiosity in this new world, always with his head in some new activities only for the joy to know and embrace this world that had accepted him.

And, of course, he was ready to accept your own humanity, as he accepted the ones of the other kids. You were somehow similar to Rafael due to your calm demeanor, but you were also different. You pushed Rafael to develop his hacker skills, listened to his rumbling and passion, and the boy enjoyed helping you some time to time in your own passion. Though he didn't know it, Rafael had dragged the Autobot into long hours of recording your training, making Bee more curious about you than ever.

On Cybertron they did have many things that could be related to Earth in the matter of art, but that…that was new. Your body was strict, rigid, and immovable as stone, but your movements were graceful like a fresh energon river. Your feet tipped, holding your entire body high in the ground, allowing you to make moves that his own metal body couldn't even dare to make, and he did dare.

Ratchet never knew how Bumblebee got his head crashed on that wall; that was a secret between the mech and no one.

And then those jumps! When fully prepared, the distance that you were able to cover in one jump was remarkable! Sometimes he feared for you to fall, to hurt yourself, to the point that, even after a perfect landing, you could see his hands already in position to catch you. You couldn't hold a giggle sometimes, thinking about how cute that mech was during your training. But your elegance and grace were only a product of your passion and dedication to your art.

"I think it was good!" Said Rafael putting in reverse again the video. Your face, instead, showed another result.

"No, no. The position was good, but I ended up too unsynchronized. These legs shouldn't have made this movement at all."

A series of sounds came from the Autobot, calling your and Rafael's attention.

"Bee said that it was perfect; maybe you should take a rest! Too much training could become distressful."

You sighed; maybe those two were right? But the audition was just a few weeks away! You didn't want to stop…

Well, maybe that was a bad habit that Bee had noticed. Rafael did have talked about it before, maybe sugarcoating the matter by saying that you were a very dedicated person, but when he saw how bad your feet were, how many painful wounds, abrasions, blisters, and more you had on them, hidden under those silky slippers…

You were a warrior, but even a soldier needs to know when to stop.

Sometimes it wasn't about getting good; sometimes it was just about loving to dance, swinging around, following some music from the radio, and circling around mimicking a few moves. You were really something that he couldn't describe, a creature from beyond space.

It was in those moments, while he watched you, that he allowed himself to dare a little, moving his hand towards you, two fingers on the ground, the other two a little higher than the other, moving them at your time and speed. It was then, when you noticed him, that with that kind smile you allowed yourself to touch him, to become your partner even for just one song.

"You know Bee?" you spoke, holding some laughter. "You make such an amazing dance partner!"

Under his mask, he's smiled, without care if someone else could enter the room, finding the both of you in that position.

Rafael understood why, after the day of the audition, when your results came back, his guardian showed so little joy from your acceptance entry. While everyone congratulated you, he stayed in the back, faking happiness in front of your excitement. Bee was happy, really, your dream was coming true!… And that meant that you needed to leave.

"I'll be back for Christmas and holidays. Aldo, my phone will always be ready!"

That was you who said that to everyone… That was what he wanted to hold on to, alongside the knowledge that he wanted to be there, the day when finally everyone would be able to see how shiny you were, what a star you had become, one that he already knew.

He promised you this too the day of your departure for the academy, to see you at your first performance for the opera!

He just hoped to have some more time…

[sunrisecaminus]

Megatron x Injured Reader Headcanons

Summary - Human Conjunx gets too close to an explosion in battle. Megatron is not happy and tries his best to take care of you.

Warning - Broken bones

~ At first, he would tell you to brush it off. You weren't that close to the blast and was smacked against a tree, so honestly he was just thinking you were probably just sore.

~ When Knockout tells him that you needed to be rushed to a human hospital because your skeletal system was fractured, that is when Megs realized how badly it was.

~ He forced Soundwave to record everything the doctor tells you to understand how bad the injuries were and for how long you needed to be in the hospital.

~ Later at night, Megatron would come visit you at the window. He would bring you your favorite foods and try to apologize in his own warlord way.

~ "If I knew how fragile you humans really are, you would have never been that close to that fight."

~ Honestly, thank goodness Optimus was not around for a few weeks, because Megatron would have decapitate him for making him fight that close with you.

~ Megs would blame everyone, but himself. He would never think it was his fault, he didn't want to be the reason you were in this much pain.

~ Your ribs and right arm was broken, so when you were able to walk again, it was a huge celebration for Megatron.

~ Probably when you were able to bend down and do a light jog, Megatron would order Soundwave to kidnap you back to the Decepticon ship to complete your healing then.

~ You would rest on the warlord's birth, mostly because he doesn't use it that much anyway.

~ Say something sweet to him, it would make Megatron actually think about ending the war right then and there. Knowing one blast could do this to you, if he was able to end the battle now, he would do it.

~ No one walk close to you, no one should ever insult you, and no one dares to touch you. If they do, their spark would be used as a trophy.

~ One of the only times Megatron is able to make a schedule. He would help remind you to take your pain killers and not work yourself too much.

~ Actually scratch that, he would never let you do anything for a while…even after you have recovered.

~ "You are staying on the ship whenever we plan an attack. Do you understand?!"

[lightloominous]

wanted to sketch out somethin while I was out in the snow for a day. also need to be held like this cause yeah its on my drawing to do list

I have like a couple of ideas and poses to put this guy in but not enough time + lack of speed to achieve my goals :(

[t-a-a-1]

A Lost Game

Summary: Optimus is jealous and heartbroken.

1k draft

Tfp Optimus x Reader

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He looks at you from afar and wonders what kind of god was poetic enough to create you.

Because he might start praying to them, if only to thank them for allowing him to be in the presence of his magnum opus. 

When you smile, your skin wrinkles, leaving marks of your happiness on the side of your lips. Your eyes looked tired but the light in them didn’t flare any less. 

Optimus almost lets out a heavy sigh, one filled with devotion and yearning. 

But Optimus' entire day-dream was destroyed when he heard Agent Alex's voice. 

Ever since he had established himself at the base, your attention has been focused on him. He didn’t blame you, after all, Alex was the only human who was around your age that you could talk to. Fowler too but he was too focused on work and not at the base enough for you to establish a friendship with him. 

Everyone seemed to like Alex. The rest of the Autobots enjoyed conversing with him and the kids thought of him as a role model. 

Optimus in the other servo … Was more skeptical about the Special Agent.

Alex has a talent for talking. Words and eloquence were easy to him. He was tall and charismatic. Spoke his feelings easily and most importantly, he was kind. 

He makes you laugh. 

A lot. 

For that, Optimus is thankful, as he gets to hear it often now. 

And yet, he hates how he is not the reason behind your cute giggles.

The Prime tries to look back at the datapad in front of him, trying to distract himself and not think too much about you. 

You and Alex. The closeness. 

He disliked him because he was everything Optimus wanted to be. 

How much he wanted it. He craved it. To be next to you right this moment. To stand beside you and be the one to make you laugh. 

How small you are and how small he is. How, if he truly wanted, could bask on your whole being by just wrapping his arms around you. How easily it could be for him to just reach out and touch your hair–

“You know,” Alex says. “You do have beautiful hair.”

He grabs a string of hair and plays with it in between his fingers before putting it close to his nose. He smells and kisses it. Gaining an evident blush from you. 

Optimus drops his datapad. The sound impacting the floor caught your and Alex’s attention. Your eyes meet his optics for a second, and that’s all you needed to see to know that something was wrong. 

“Prime?” you walk towards him, completely forgetting about Alex’ existence.  “Is everything alright?”

“Yes, yes, I–” Optimus bends down to grab his data pad. You stand next to it. He has a clear view of you. His servo, so big and you, so small. Suddenly, the vast difference between the two of you becomes so clear. 

How stupid was he?

He won’t ever be able to make you laugh. He won’t be able to hold you. Touch your hair nor show you the countless poetry he has written for you. 

Why? 

Why did Primus make him like this? Why did he allow him to meet you, only to make him suffer in silence?

“I– … I–”

It was the first time you saw Optimus struggle with his words. 

And the more you look at him. His expressive optics, his shaking servos and frame. 

He looked like he …  wanted to cry. 

“Op—”

“My apologies,” Optimus quickly picks up his datapad and avoids looking at you. “I’ll have to leave.”

He left before you could say a word.

He walked as fast as he could to his habsuit. He feels his spark beat hard against his chassis. It hurts. Immensely. His optics feel heavy, blue tears tempting to drip from them. And he can’t control it. 

He feels stupid for having hope. For allowing himself to feel such a thing. 

He had lost. 

Picking up the pace to finally reach his habsuit. The door closed behind him. In the privacy of his room, he finally allowed himself to crumble on the floor. 

Memories of you and Alex play again in his processor. It wasn’t a simple interaction. He analyzed you. Your moments and reactions. Pink cheeks, eyelashes fluttering, avoiding eye-contact, fast heartbeat. 

You had liked it, Alex’s action was of your approval. 

You liked him as much as he liked you.

Deep down, Optimus knows that all his delusions were just that. Delusions. From the very beginning, he knew that all of those nights the two of you spent counting stars meant little to you. 

Because it couldn’t be more. 

Of course you would like humans. Why would you ever like a rusted bot like him? So broken … So … him. 

If he just wasn’t him. If maybe … Maybe had he been Orion Pax and not Optimus Prime … would you smile at him the same way you do to Alex?

How many times has he prayed to Primus to experience such a thing? To be the reason for your laugh and happiness. 

But he can’t. He ever won’t. 

You don’t love him. Never will. He had lost.  Yet his spark wouldn’t understand it. It doesn’t want to. 

Why? Primus … Why? 

All he ever wanted … the only thing he ever truly wanted … didn’t want him. 

As much as he doesn’t want to think about it, his processor betrayed him. He thinks about the way you and Alex will get started to get close. Maybe a couple of months from now, the two of you will finally become romantic partners. He imagines, the hand-holding, the kissing, the hugs, the dates, the car rides that he won’t longer be able to give you. 

His servos quickly became a fist, holding so tightly that he thought he might break them. He wasn’t a jealous mech, never knew the feeling could become a part of him so quickly and so effortlessly. 

And he can’t do anything about it. 

Optimus can’t go to you, kneel down and tell you how much he yearns for you. His spark cries your name, his every circuit craves your touch and his processor can’t fathom a thought that doesn’t involve you. 

Oh, how much he loves you. Words are not enough. Silence is not either. He needs you.

And yet all he can think about is about how, after all this time …

You still can’t call him by his name. 

He will always be Prime to you. 

Now and forever. 

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A/N: I was thinking of having Optimus and Alex switch bodies for a day to make things funny. So Optimus finds out that reader doesn't like Alex and Alex is just flirting with reader to make Optimus jealous and finally have him confess to her. A wingman basically. But idk I have many things to write! lol