#transformers oneshot

[signedaiko]

Hi do you mind if I please request a oneshot where tfp Wheeljack thinks that the human reader is uptight and just no fun, but that's only because she goes adult mode around the kids especially in dangerous situations, but she's actually a total nerd and very chaotic. And he develops a crush on her.

Seasons Changing

Wheeljack X Reader [Prime]

In which Wheeljack finds you're just like every other strict bot, until he gets you alone.

Song - September by Sparky Deathcap

Reader is: Female | Cybertronian | Autobot. Romantic.

Hidden beneath the crumbling red rocks of Jasper, Nevada, a bot that'd spent the last few decades racing across space as the war came to a dwindling and depressing close found himself bunkered in with a conglomerate of Autobots. 

Some he knew well, some he'd never heard of. 

"Wheeljack! Watch where you're stepping!" Once again, you'd turned from your datapad that had your servos practically dented into it from many months of use just to nag at him. 

Another Autobot gone soft; all you did now was read Earth fiction, old Cybertronian articles, and tell him off since he'd landed here. 

"Yeah, yeah, the kids aren't stupid. They can dodge, too." He groaned under his breath before sitting down away from the kids, resulting in a whine from Miko, who'd been trying to teach him to play some rock on her new guitar. 

"Kids shouldn't be dodging anything; they're kids." You corrected him before setting your datapad down in between the two of you to get up. 

Wheeljack glanced down to catch a glimpse of whatever you were reading, finding some pre-war article on quantum engine engineering. He never got how someone so annoying could be interested in cool things. 

Ushering the humans back onto their elevated space so they wouldn't be in danger of moving mechs, you took the chance to apologize to Miko for interrupting her lessons. 

Normally Wheeljack would be out for a mission, but the boss insisted he stay back with you in case you were needed elsewhere. 

Ratchet was also busy working on one of their larger projects: expanding the range of the ground bridge. It meant they needed someone to distract the kids and watch them as much as possible, and so the two of you were left alone. 

Well, as alone as you can be with a bunch of teens and Ratchet. 

"Hey! You and Wheeljack still at base?" Arcee's voice broke in through static, likely interference from the base, lighting up your comms. 

"We are. Need something?" You pressed a servo to the side of your helm to respond, standing up to alert Ratchet you may need to use the groundbridge. 

"We found some locations worth investigating. Our team is splitting into two, but we need you and Wheeljack at the third. Prepare for anything." Your comm beeped, informing you of some coordinates, just as she hung up. Somewhere in the snowy mountains of Northwest Territories, Canada. 

"Looks like we're needed elsewhere, Wheeljack. Let's get going." You turned to wave him over, which resulted in him getting up with a groan. You couldn't think of the last time you saw him do anything but frown. 

With a few digits punched into the machine and Ratchet calculating the rest, the green and purple swirls of the ground bridge ignited into a vortex, which you led the way through. 

Your temperature indicator quickly dropped by the double digits, from 35C to -20C in a matter of a few minutes. As cold as you remembered space being, you'd been subjected to such a warm environment for so long that it took a while to adjust. 

Wheeljack, on the other hand, had only been in Jasper so long and immediately pushed past you into the several feet of snow, nothing but tall pines and thick brush surrounding the two of you. Any trees had their branches thick with ice and snow, making them look as pure white as the rest of the landscape. 

It was so quiet you could hear your own spark pulse. 

"There should be a strong energon signal somewhere around here. We're looking for some kind of mine." Wheeljack had already pulled out the signal detector while you slowly warmed your engines up, hot steam escaping your mouth in an exhale. 

"Yeah, I'm picking up a few right now. Looks like they'd even defend a place as desolate as this." Wheeljack turned the reader off so no one would pick up on its signal either. 

If there was defence, the longer you were out here, the longer they'd have to notice your trace energies. 

"What are we waiting for? Let's break in!" Much to Wheeljack's surprise, you ran ahead of him, sword in hand, as you sliced through branches to clear a path. 

"Whoa! Wait up! What are you doing?" Wheeljack yelled out after you as you charged ahead in the direction of the signals, watching as you broke into a con-made clearing where two Vehicons guarded the entrance to a dugout cave. 

In a moment, you were on top of one with your sword, plunging it into their chassis. 

Wheeljack had no choice but to engage as the other one aimed in your direction, slicing its gun in half, which resulted in the explosion blowing its arm apart. You were already off the Vehicon and running into the cave, which forced him to kick the vehicon he was attacking down and slice its helm off in one swift sweep. 

His mask engaged, covering his mouth as he chased you into the cave, muttering under his breath. Just a moment ago you were as calm as ever, and now you were running ahead of him with no regard for the dangers.

This was when Wheeljack didn't do the buddy system; bots are just too complicated. 

When he caught up to you, you were in the main chasm of the dugout hole, surrounded by stashes of energon, though they varied in colour from mostly green to blue. 

More vehicons, which appeared to be working, turned to the two of you, and before he could react, you were already running at the two closest to you. 

The wrecker had worked with many before, but not many that'd throw themselves into a fight as casually as you did. Even as he bashed two vehicons helms together while making a sword swallowing act out of the third, his optics kept glancing your way. 

If he didn't know any better, he'd say you were a wrecker at some point, too. 

With your combined efforts, you were able to pile the vehicons into a corner and tie them together with some chains, left to the cave on your own. 

"Arcee, we're all wrapped up here. What do we do?" 

It took a couple of minutes before you got a reply, which Wheeljack spent looting the corpses for anything good. 

"Jeez, already? You two comm Ratchet and get as much energon back to base as you can; we'll see you there in a bit." 

Looking to Wheeljack, you pointed to the blue crates of energon, which he offered a thumbs up to. With his mask retracted, you could see his frown was a lot closer to a smile, which was the first of its kind. 

You were able to contact Ratchet, who opened up a ground bridge for the two of you, and Wheeljack got to lugging through crates while you took to collapsing in the cave entrance. 

You wouldn't want humans to find any evidence of this or for the wildlife to interact with the toxic substances in the crates. 

As you two grabbed the last few crates, Wheeljack stopped you before you went back to base for good. 

"Hey, what was up with all of that?" He gestured with his helm back to the pile of vehicons, to which you shrugged. 

"I mean, why act out like that? Aren't you supposed to be Miss-Don't-Do-That or Miss-Wheeljack-Stop-Screwing-Around?" You took a moment to consider what he was referencing before laughing in realization. 

"Oh god, that's right! You've only seen me at base!" He only stared at you with narrow optics, which eventually softened; he'd come to like that laugh. 

"No, Wheeljack, this is me. I just really want the kid to know they're safe. Can you imagine how scared they are, surrounded by a big wad of sentient metal as a small, fragile organism?" 

Thinking about Miko, Raf, and Jack had you worrying again, and you pushed forward to the portal. 

"If you want to know more, you'll have to stop begging to go on missions alone." You disappeared into the swirling lights, leaving Wheeljack on his own in the cave. 

"Yeah, right." The mech mumbled under his breath. He could take this crate of energon, get on his ship, and leave anytime he wanted; no femme was going to change that. 

Yet, he found himself chasing you through the portal, without a second thought.

Author's Note - I tried so hard on this you don't even want to know! I hope its what you were looking for <3

Words - 1,405

[bird-in-the-space]

The Fall of Cybertron: The Wrathful Blade

In your now-dead home world, you and your Dinobot friends try to survive as best you can. One day, an old friend guides you to a place where you discover a blade that is seemingly connected to you and reveals the secrets to everything that happened to you during the war.

(Author's note: this is set in the Fall of Cybertron game. I loved playing it and thought it was a pity there were no more games made for it (not talking about the dark spark. It would have been good on its own if it had not been strangely mixed with bayverse). However, I got an idea for this fic for my harbingers. It's been forever since I played it, so I might not remember everything, but I do remember loving it. )

Warnings: mentions of the war, violence, descriptions of dying, getting executed, coming back to life, some angst, getting buried alive, a dead homeworld, dangers, Grimlock being a bit grumpy, Shockwave being a warning himself, this fic being a bit long, and maybe a soft ending?

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Even after Optimus Prime and Megatron departed Cybertron, taking most of their faction with them, and Cybertron became a lifeless wasteland, danger still lurked in every corner you looked. It was even worse due to the Energon shortage. 

After digging yourself out of the wreckage of the structure you blew up in your last mission, you witnessed the final struggle between Autobots and Decepticons as they raced for the space bridge. They both disappeared into the vortex as it closed, taking both factions somewhere unknown to you. 

You then wandered your now-dead homeworld, trying your best to survive with those still left on the planet. 

In truth, you should be dead; you should have been dead a long time ago. 

At the beginning of the war, you joined the Autobots because you believed in peace. You found Megatron’s and his Decepticons’ methods and ideals cruel and unjust. 

At first, you weren’t aware that you had the ability to come back to life after certain death. The first time it happened was when the outpost you were stationed at got attacked with heavy artillery, and you woke up later to find the outpost destroyed, with you and your supervisor as the only survivors. 

You thought it was luck until the second time you died. 

It was during a Decepticon assault on one of the Autobot bases. You tried your best to follow Optimus and your supervisor to battle and live, but then the combaticons entered the battlefield and formed into Bruticus. You were helpless against the combiner as Bruticus used his ability to send you and many of your Autobot comrades flying in the air. Darkness was what you met when you hit the wall and the ground. 

That should have been the end of you, but then you woke up, back at the spot where you fell. Your wounds healed like your body had regenerated itself. 

You had no time to ponder how you survived when you saw the combiner ready to kill your supervisor. Acting quickly, you hopped on the combiner’s back and distracted him enough to free your supervisor. With your supervisor free, you two made your escape from the combiner. 

Your supervisor was surprised but glad to see you alive. With the ongoing battle, you had no time to ponder the answers to your survival. But from that day forth, you knew there was something different about you. 

You shared what happened with the other bots, especially when all the wounds you sustained during that battle were no more. Since no one saw how you came back online, they suspected you might have been lucky or possessed an outlier ability to regenerate yourself. You didn’t believe in that theory because you had sustained injuries before that never healed by themselves. 

It left you feeling slightly freaked out. How did your injuries fix themselves? How did you even come back online? 

You especially remember taking the brunt of that hit, which felt like all joints of your protoform were shattered and slamming hard against the ground from the fall, killing you. 

You tried not to think about that incident as the war continued. But then, you started hearing… him. 

He was a bodiless voice. You nearly panicked the first time you heard him, and believed that the war had officially messed up your head, until you realized he was speaking through a small insect. His voice was rather gentle, and he claimed to be someone close to you. You doubted the last part, even though he sounded oddly familiar. 

He did not reveal his name to you initially, claiming it would be revealed to you in time. It left you in doubt, especially when he claimed he was there to help you. 

Well… despite the oddity of your bodiless friend, he spoke the truth. Through a small insect, he helped you through many missions, especially those that involved more strange phenomena around you. And sometimes, he even became a source of comfort, especially when the war began to take its toll on you. 

Throughout the war, you managed to fulfill many missions without dying. You tried to avoid it as you didn’t want to test if you could return from the dead the second time. Even if you did, you did not want to have new memories of it. 

You managed to make a small name for yourself, becoming known as the reliable Autobot soldier and comrade. Despite the strange occurrences around you and the mystery of your return from the dead, Optimus and the other Autobots trusted you. It felt great, and for a while, the war seemed to go in your side’s favor. You felt hopeful that you would be able to put an end to this conflict soon and see Cybertron return to the peaceful days. 

Unfortunately, those hopes were turned upside down when the Decepticons suddenly got the upper hand, but you finally gained an answer to the mystery of your death when you, along with your supervisor and other captured Autobots, were executed. 

You watched helplessly as your supervisor was killed right before your eyes, and then it was your turn. Right in front of your leader’s eyes, you were shot in the chest. You felt the searing pain as the blast melted through your armor and extinguished your spark — everything then fell into darkness. 

The shot went right into your spark, so there shouldn’t have been any coming back for you. 

But… you later woke up and found yourself in the trash suite, where you and your dead Autobot comrades were discarded.

You were filled with shock because this time, you knew you should be dead, but you were alive. There was something different as well, around you; there were scorch marks, and your entire body seemed to have gone through a change. Your armor was tougher with no holes in your spark chamber, you had become taller, there was an odd fire-red glow in your optics, and your spark…

…Your spark felt like it burned brighter than ever. 

You struggled to comprehend your situation, but with Optimus and other Autobots still captive, you pulled yourself together and took action. Escaping the trash suite proved no difficulties, but sneaking around the facility with Decepticons everywhere was challenging. However, you managed to find your way to Optimus and other captives and free them when the opportunity arose. 

They were startled by your appearance, especially since they were there when you were executed, but you managed to free them and escape the Decepticons. 

They had many questions for which you did not have an answer. Optimus was glad to see you alive, despite being equally shocked. He also felt something shift in the Matrix of Leadership when he stood near you. He couldn’t tell what it was, but it was clear that there was something special about you. 

Since that day, you gained the name The Soldier Who Came Back From The Dead. You did not know what to think of it. You had hoped your bodiless friend would come and give you an answer, since he seemed to know something about you that you didn’t.

Despite the incident, you continued fighting. However, the war did not take a turn for the better, especially when all the Energon reserves were completely depleted. Things took an even worse turn when Megatron returned. 

In your last mission, your task was to prevent the Decepticon abominations from escaping. Things turned dire, so you stayed behind to ensure the abominations would not escape. The whole building collapsed, and you were buried under it. You should have died, but you came back again and spent a lot of time digging your way back to the surface.  

After witnessing the outcome of the last battle, you wandered your lifeless homeworld, trying to salvage whatever Energon was left and see if you could find anyone who stayed behind. 

One day, you found your way to the tower that activated the space bridge and found a life signal. Deciding to investigate, you stumbled upon the infamous Grimlock.

He was barely online since he was near the blast, but you managed to stabilize him with whatever spare parts and medical knowledge you had, saving his life. You then helped him through the insecticon-infested land and eventually found his team. Luckily, they weren’t too far, as they had been looking for him since the blast. 

With their help and a makeshift base, you managed to fix all of Grimlock's injuries. 

After you told them what happened to you, they accepted you into their group. Grimlock was slightly grumpy about it. He was not keen on strangers, but since you technically saved his life, he allowed it, though he made it clear that they would leave you behind if you dragged them down. 

You had heard from Optimus about him, so his attitude did not fully faze you, but you did try your best to be helpful to the team.

Luckily, it wasn’t difficult. Aside from Grimlock, they were actually easy to get along with despite their unusual quirks. Apparently, Shockwave had experimented on them, resulting in their new beast-like modes. You found their alternative modes fascinating, as they were creatures you had never seen before. They shared that they found records about a different world that had these creatures, which their alternative modes were modeled after. It was also the world to which Shockwave opened the space bridge, answering the question of where the space bridge took the Autobots and Decepticons.

They had actually heard little about you and your return from the dead, which allowed for some conversation. Unfortunately, you still did not have an answer for how you were able to come back. 

Surviving in your now-dead home world was challenging. There were dangers everywhere, and there wasn’t much Energon, thanks to Megatron poisoning Cybertron’s core with Dark Energon. 

You could still remember that day like yesterday, how your world died beneath your feet. It made you feel great sadness. As Dark Energon flourished in dead places, you came across it many times during your travels. 

Strangely, the Dark Energon didn’t seem to have any effect on you. On the contrary, when you stood near it, it seemed to replenish your energy. It was odd—you’d heard of its corrupting qualities, yet for you, it appeared to be nourishing. Maybe just another strange phenomenon to add to the growing list of weird things you could do. Just… what are you? Why are you capable of these things?

You and the Dinobots eventually found a place to establish a safe haven—a place where you could rest and plan your next moves. With nearly everything on the surface either destroyed or unsafe, you chose to build your base underground.

Things were stable for a while. 

One day, you suddenly saw the familiar bug and heard your friend's voice again. You had wondered where he had been since he had been quiet for a long time. 

When you asked, he apologized and replied that he had been caught up in things. 

He then revealed to you that there was a location that had Energon and something that belonged to you. You were confused and asked what he meant. He explained it was something that was taken from you a long time ago. If you managed to get it back, it would help you and your dinobot friends in the long run.

You were uncertain about it, but since there was a possibility of finding energon, you decided to tell the Dinobots. They were hesitant to trust a bug, and you didn’t blame them—you hadn’t exactly told your Autobot comrades about your friend either, unsure how to explain it without sounding crazy. However, with energon supplies running low, they chose to trust your judgment and agreed to investigate the location with you.

With your friend's guidance, you came to what seemed to be an old Decepticon research facility. There were insecticons, but not the kind that obeyed Shockwave. Strangely, these insecticons left you be and just observed you and the dinobots from a distance. Even Grimlock thought it was weird. 

Without further issues, you entered the facility. You searched for the Energon and the strange item your friend said belonged to you. 

However, you were not alone in the facility. 

Grimlock had shared that Shockwave had been at the tower when it blew up, so the infamous Decepticon scientist should be offline. Grimlock himself nearly went offline, and it was by luck that you found and repaired him in time. 

Well, turns out Megatron’s valued scientist was still online. 

When you least expected it, the facility came online, and Shockwave’s voice echoed through the rooms. He then activated the facility’s system, forcing you and your companions to disperse and avoid getting caught by traps set by the con. 

You had heard a thing or two about Shockwave and his experiments, but you never imagined yourself ending up as one of his targets. 

Swoop figured that you needed to shut down the system from the main control center. So, that’s what you all aimed for. 

It was a difficult struggle. You ended up separating to increase your chances of getting to the main center, but you eventually got there first. 

You stood in front of the closed doors. Fear and anxiety flared within you as there was a high possibility that Shockwave was in there. The reasonable action would be to wait for your companions to catch up with you, but they were dispersed around the facility and possibly trapped. If you don't act, they might get caught in something they will not walk out of alive. 

“I’m at the main center. I’m going to shut down the system,” you said through the comm. 

“Are you sure? Shockwave might be in there?” Swoop questioned. 

“I proceed with caution. The quicker I get the system down, the quicker you can get here,” You replied. 

“Alright. Be careful,” Swoop answered. 

You took a deep breath. You hacked through the doors by pulling out the right wires from the console, a trick you learned from Wheeljack, and entered the main center. 

The room had consoles and terminals around. And at the end of the room, you saw what seemed to be an observation deck that showed you an arena. You figured that this facility was used to engineer and test out weapons.

You then noticed what seemed to be a sword hovering inside a stand. Its metal was black, and the blade was shattered into pieces. It had a red gem embedded on its handle, which glowed with a soft red light.

Curious and feeling a strange pull toward the broken sword, you walked closer. The light from its gem began to glow brighter when you came near it, and then you felt your spark quietly pulsing. It left you feeling strange. 

Was this the item your friend told you to look for? 

You then remembered your current task. 

You looked around the room and found the main console. Rushing to it, you examined the buttons and monitors. Through several monitor screens, you spotted Grimlock and the others trapped in various rooms. By pressing the buttons, you shut down the facility’s system, releasing your companions from their traps. 

You then opened your comm. “Swoop, Grimlock. I shut down the system, but there’s no sign of Shockwave,” you said. 

“Good job. Wait for us there. We’ll catch up with you,” Swoop replied. 

You then released a relieved exhale, but your momentary relief was short-lived when you noticed Shockwave standing right next to you. You blocked when he tried to hit you with his cannon-like arm, but then he grabbed you, effortlessly picking you up and sending you flying across the room. 

You slammed hard against the flooring, groaning painfully as you received some painful bruises. But then you saw one of those giant servo claws hanging above you. You yelped when it grabbed you by your waist and then slammed you hard against the nearest wall. 

You groaned in pain as you hit your head. When you regained your bearings and saw Shockwave, you tried to use your blaster arm, but it was grabbed by another servo claw, pinning you against the wall. You tried to struggle and pull yourself free, but the servo claws had a strong grip on you, leaving you defenseless against Shockwave. 

“Proceeding on your own and letting down your guard so quickly was the most illogical action, but I guess I should thank you. For it allowed you to be separated from your companions and allowed me the chance to contain you. Now I can deal with your dinobot friends,” Shockwave said as he turned the facility’s system back online. 

“(Name). What’s going on?” Swoop asked through the comm as he and Grimlock were locked in a room. 

“It’s Shockwave! He’s here. Get out of there!” you answered, but your comlink was soon cut off. 

“Now that we have some privacy, we can talk,” Shockwave turned toward you. 

“If you think I’m going to be an easy test subject for you, Shockwave,  you are dead wrong,” you replied. 

“Megatron is no longer on Cybertron. You no longer have Insecticons to fight for you. Grimlock and the others will get through your traps and come for you,” you added. 

“We shall see about that. I have no use for my previous experiments. My goal here was to obtain you,” Shockwave stated. 

“Me?” you frowned. 

“For what?” you asked before glancing at the sword that still glowed with red light.  

“The sword?” 

“Good. You catch on quickly. I wish the same could be said about your dinobot companions,” Shockwave said as he turned toward the broken sword. 

“I... do not understand. What do I have to do with that sword? What’s so special about it anyway?” you questioned. 

“That is what I am here to find out, and to answer your other question…” Shockwave stood before the broken blade. 

“This is the sword Coreiseuse, the Wrathful Blade — a weapon that belonged to one of Unicron’s children, the Harbinger of War,” Shockwave began. “It is said to grant its wielder control over armies and ensure victory in any battle,” he continued.

“At first we thought Coreiseuse and the Harbingers of Unicron were nothing but a myth—until we discovered a vault where the blade had been hidden by the ancient Autobots who once tried to harness its power,” he said.

You looked at him, puzzled. The Harbingers of Unicron? 

“The ancient archives revealed that Coreiseuse caused everyone who tried to wield it to fall into utter madness, causing them to attack anyone in sight until they die. The ancient Autobots concluded Coreiseuse would only respond to its previous master or one it deems equally worthy,” Shockwave continued. 

“Lord Megatron attempted to harness Coreiseuse and finally bring an end to the war and the Autobots. However, Coreiseuse rejected him. He managed to withstand Coreiseuse’s maddening energy due to the dark energon in his veins, but despite his immunity and might, the blade broke itself as a last act of resistance,” he revealed. 

You did not know if you felt glad about the outcome. 

"Several attempts were made to repair Coreiseuse, but with no success, as the metal it was made from refused to be shaped and continued breaking through other alloys it could have been repaired with. I then attempted to utilize its energy that still lay dormant within, but even that soon depleted. It had become nothing but a broken trinket.” Shockwave then turned toward you. 

“But then you arrived,”  

“When my scanners detected you in the area, Coreiseuse awakened from its dormancy and pulsated like it was calling you toward it,” he said.

“The Autobot soldier who came back from the dead,” he added, which caused you to feel dread. 

He knew? 

“I don’t know what you are talking about,” you said.

“Do not try to act coy with me,” Shockwave stated. 

“You might have gone unnoticed by your Autobots and your precious leader, but you have certainly not gone unnoticed by me,” he said as he pushed a button, which brought out a monitor. The monitor turned on and showed you a familiar trash suite. 

���This was taken after your corpse was thrown out after your execution,” Shockwave said as you watched the footage.  

In the footage, you saw your own lifeless body suddenly starting to levitate. It then began glowing with a brilliant red light. There was a sound, and the footage flickered as the glow illuminated the entire room. The glow then vanished, and you saw yourself, waking up alive, the corpses around you burning. 

You did not know what to think. You never really knew how you came back to life, so this was the first time you’ve seen it happen. So, that’s how you came to life?

“When I saw the footage, I suspected you were a fireborn at first. However, your rebirth seems to have the opposite effect on the environment. I studied the energy traces your resurrection left, and the results have been fascinating,” Shockwave spoke.

“You are something else,” he said. “The question is… what?” 

“I… do not know,” you uttered, shaking your head. You did not honestly have any idea. 

“After that day, I had observed you. (Name), A faithful Autobot soldier who mysteriously came back to life. I hoped to ask Lord Megatron to have you obtained for research, but back then, we had more concerning matters to solve,” Shockwave continued. 

“And now, seeing Coreiseuse reacting to your presence. It is reasonable to believe that you share a connection. It could be that you are a descendant of the Harbinger of War, or a reincarnation,” Shockwave theorized. 

“Whatever it is, you might be the key to repairing Coreiseuse and revealing a way to harness its power,” he added. 

You glared at him. “If you think I willingly work for someone like you, you have more than a few screws loose in your processor,” you said. 

“Oh, I do not need your cooperation, but it might make your life easier if you do,” Shockwave replied.  

“Otherwise, I would just open you up and see what makes you tick, but something tells me you are more valuable alive, and that you are incapable of staying offline,” he replied. 

“We can get started once I’ve dealt with your companions,” he said as he turned toward the console. 

You started panicking when you saw him control the traps. Struggling against the servo claws that held you against the wall, you watched helplessly as he controlled the facility. Through the monitors, you saw Grimlock and the others get stuck in traps where death was certain. You began to panic, struggling to free yourself from the servos. What now? If you don’t do something, Grimlock and the others might get destroyed. 

What now? 

What now?!

“Calm down. It will be alright,” 

You stopped when you heard your friend’s voice and saw the insect land on the servo that held you. 

Your friend chuckled. 

“Shockwave is a fool. A Harbinger’s weapon cannot be wielded by anyone except by the Harbinger it was forged for. Even if he found a way to repair Coreiseuse, he would not be able to wield its power, not even his precious Lord Megatron. It will only break again,” he said with amusement. 

“Please…” you uttered quietly. “Is there something you can do to help?” you asked. 

“I don’t want them to…” You looked toward the monitors, where you saw Grimlock and the others getting closer to certain death. 

“Don’t panic,” your friend said softly. “Unfortunately, I have already done my part. There's nothing else I need to do. “ 

You looked down defeatedly. 

“... but you can,” he added. 

You looked up at the bug. 

“How?” you questioned. 

He chuckled. 

“You do remember the reason I guided you here? “ he asked. 

You then looked toward Coreiseuse. The light around it glowed as you looked at it, and you felt slightly baffled. Coreiseuse was… yours?

“That’s right,” your friend said. 

“Call out to Coreiseuse. “

“It will answer to you, for you are its true master,” he stated. 

Your spark began pulsing as you felt an invisible bond with the broken blade. 

“And once it is back in your hands, all the questions you ever had will finally be answered.” 

Feeling your spark burn within your chest, you looked at Shockwave. All the memories of the war, the losses, and the continuing madness crossed your mind. Throughout this war, you had tried to stay strong and keep yourself together, but now, Shockwave planned to kill the only friends you had left on this dead planet. 

You do not know what you will do if Grimlock and the others die in this place. The idea of it was enough to make you feel angry. 

“Good. You have fought for so long, trying to obtain peace. Now, it's time to release your rage,” your friend spoke. 

“Call out to Coreiseuse and unleash your anger,” he encouraged. 

You took a deep breath and looked toward Coreiseuse as it glowed, as if sensing the anger within you, almost as if it were urging you to command it. You extended your hand, reaching for the bond between you and the blade.

“Show this fool… who you are,”

Letting down the walls you had kept so long, you allowed your anger to come forth. Your spark pulsed, and Coreiseuse responded in kind. Suddenly, your entire frame began releasing burning red energy, and through your optics, you saw red. The claw servos began to melt from the intensity of the energy that sprouted from your veins and armor. 

Coreiseuse glowed, responding to your call. Its broken pieces began to place themselves back into their places. 

You breathed heavily as you felt yourself burn. The anger, despair, everything you had felt throughout the war poured out like a flaming river.

When all Coreiseuse’s broken pieces placed themselves back together, the red gem on the handle glowed, causing the steel to burn and mend itself. Once complete, it flew out of the stand and into your hand, catching Shockwave off guard when he noticed what was happening. 

You then yelled in rage as you swiped your blade, releasing a powerful wave of energy. Everything in the main center exploded, shutting down the systems, and Shockwave was flown out through the observation deck as the glass broke. 

He hit the wall of the arena and fell to the ground. He groaned as he kneeled up. Several of his systems were damaged, and his frame sustained heavy scorch wounds. He then looked back toward the observation deck. 

With Coreiseuse in hand, you appeared on the observation deck. Red energy radiated around your frame, and your optics burned crimson. Two horns sprouted from your helm, and the energy formed behind you, casting the shape of two wings on your back.

As the arena lights were destroyed by the blast, the space was illuminated solely by the red energy surrounding you.

“Illogical,” Shockwave uttered in astonishment. 

“You cannot be a cybertronian. What are you?” he questioned. 

“From the moment I was born... a voice echoed,” you uttered, your voice deep and resonating with another beneath it.

“With your burning red spark, you shall judge over conflicts and unleash the flames of chaos. And with this blade, you shall wield your wrath and ensure your judgment leads to either victory or ruin,” you said.

“Go forth and bring war, my child of flame,” you added, your gaze fixed on Shockwave.

You roared as you swiped your blade, unleashing a powerful wave of energy at Shockwave. He managed to take cover and narrowly avoided the strike. The burning slash hit the arena ceiling, triggering a collapse.

Shockwave looked toward the open ceiling before turning toward you. “This will not be over,” he said as he transformed and escaped through the open ceiling. 

After he was gone, the energy radiating from your spark dissipated. You collapsed to one knee, using Coreiseuse for support as exhaustion hit you hard. Your breaths came deep and heavy, every movement weighed down by fatigue. Still, you couldn’t help but marvel at the destruction you had unleashed with Coreiseuse.

And that was not all. 

The moment Coreiseuse flew into your hands, your mind was flooded with knowledge and memories that hadn’t been there before. It was as if missing pieces suddenly clicked into place. They didn’t feel like memories exactly, but more like truths—feelings of who you truly are, where you came from, and what you are.

And then there was your friend—the one who called himself someone close to you.

He said his name would reveal itself to you in time, because deep down, you had always known who he was.

And who you truly are.

You suddenly heard the door being ripped open. Grimlock and Swoop ran through, having been freed from their traps. 

“(Name)! Are you alright?!” Swoop ran up to you before seeing the destruction you made. 

“Woah! What happened over here?” he asked.

“Did you do that? We heard a loud explosion and all the systems went down,” he questioned. 

You sighed, not even sure how to explain it. 

“Where is Shockwave?” Grimlock looked around. 

“He escaped. After I took control of this sword, I… well… this happened,” you motioned toward the destruction. 

“Well… if it's that powerful. I guess it will help us out in the long run. We found a good amount of energon to bring back as well,” Swoop stated. 

“That’s not all… This blade… Shockwave said it belonged to the Harbinger of War,” You looked at the blade in your hand. 

“The Harbinger of War? You mean one of Unicron’s children?” Swoop questioned, slightly baffled. 

“And the voice that led us here... he said it rightfully belongs to me, and the reason I keep coming back to life. I…” you hesitated.

A tear slid down your cheek, the realization weighing heavily on your mind.

“I might not be a cybertronian at all,” you exclaimed. 

“I’m suddenly aware of everything, why I came back, who the voice is, yet I also feel like I know nothing,” you said. “I…don’t know what’s going on with me,” 

Grimlock and Swoop looked at each other, unsure how to react. 

“Hey… uh… how about we grab the energon and return to base? Let’s try to sort this out there. Can you stand ?” Swoop asked softly. 

You tried to stand, pushing yourself up, but your legs were weak and exhausted, nearly giving out beneath you. Swoop caught you just in time and supported your weight.

“Woah! Easy! Whatever you did, it took a toll on you, didn’t it?” he asked. 

 “Sorry… I know I promised not to drag you down, but… I can’t help it,” you said, glancing at Grimlock. 

Grimlock huffed. “(Name)... one of us, “ he uttered, and then suddenly picked you up. You nearly yelped out of surprise, wrapping your other arm around his shoulder as he effortlessly carried you on his one arm. “And dinobots… do not leave their own behind,” he said as he started walking out of the room, carrying you on his arm. 

Swoop followed. “Whoa! Kind of an improvement from the big guy, “ he grinned. 

“But Grim’s right. You are one of us now. And whatever is going on with you, don’t worry about it. We help you figure it out, just like how you helped us,” Swoop said.

“Right, Grim?” he glanced at the bigger bot.

Grimlock only grumbled as he kept walking.

You showed a soft smile. “Thank you… “You said. 

“Any time, buddy. Besides… you got someone like Shockwave run away with his tailpipe between his legs. I say you are more than welcome to stick with us,” Swoop grinned. 

You then let your friends carry you out of the facility after retrieving the energon. Though you still felt overwhelmed by everything, you felt safe. And whatever lay ahead in your future, you knew that with Grimlock and the others by your side, you would be fine.

[bibliophilesince2003]

Oplita Oneshot

This is based off of Transformers One. I've been itching to write something wholesome, and I absolutely adore Optimus and Elita as a couple. Normally, I put my writing on Wattpad. Then again, those are usually full-length stories. It just made sense to do this particular oneshot here. Perhaps I'll do more oneshots of my favorite fandoms in the future.

So, yeah, this is for my fellow die-hard Oplita fans.

Also... this takes place after the ending of Transformers One, maybe a few months or so after the ending. Sorry, I'm not sure what a month is in cybertronian terms; Google was unhelpful. If you have not seen Transformers One in its entirety, this one shot may not be as impactful as it could be.

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Optimus ducked as he walked past the door frame, mumbling to himself. His eyes were glued to the data disks in his hands; he had grabbed far too many. A few dropped to the ground. He bent to pick them up, but only lost more in the process. Optimus shook his head and resorted to sitting on the ground, spreading out the data. Now he could read them better, though some of the works and markings were faded and illegible. He grunted, his legs getting in the way. Being taller and bulkier had its advantages in battle, but he couldn't exactly crawl through vents like he used to. Bee had joked that perhaps the Matrix of Leadership had a "switch" for shrinking, but Elita said that size didn't matter. Then, she promptly added, stupidity was sure to remain.

He was glad he didn't intimidate her, even after becoming a prime. Her suggestion to "adapt" to sudden change was both firm and helpful, though harsh. Now, it settled deep in his spark, and he began to overthink. What if he didn't adapt? Would she think less of him?

A memory flashed through his mind, eliminating his worries about Eilta. He may have been dying, but he remembered catching a glimpse of Elita leaning towards the edge of the well when he fell. It was both shocking and endearing, but he was glad Bee yanked her back. It warmed his heart before pain overtook it, pain so great that it rendered him unconscious. He hadn't mentioned it to her, and he didn't think he ever would. It would be a secret to hold on to, at least for the time being.

Optimus was so engrossed in his work he didn't hear the automatic doors open. When footfalls finally reached his ears, Optimus scrambled and gathered up the data disks to the best of his ability. Elita and a few of her soldiers in training turned the corner and walked down the hall. Elita put her hands on her hips.

"And here is our leader, on the ground and sorting through old data disks like a desperate scavenger. Don't worry; he's tougher than he looks."

"That's reassuring," said one of the trainees; a pink and white female cybertronian.

Optimus cleared his throat, gave a lop-sided grin, and backed up. He dumped the data disks on a table and apologized, though it was mostly for Elita's sake. When he returned to the group, Elita gave him an amused look, but waved a hand in front of the trainees.

"This is Arcee, Smoke, and Cliffjumper. It's part of their training to visit the archives. A tactical warrior is just as powerful as a physically strong one."

"Wheeljack was part of your training program, wasn't he?" Optimus asked.

Elita rolled her eyes, and Cliffjumper answered for her, holding back a laugh. "He got bored."

"He joked about starting his own group; a group that didn't mind going the extreme," Smoke said.

He paused, then added to his statement. "Maybe it wasn't a joke."

"It definitely wasn't a joke," Arcee said.

"I'll have a talk with him later," Elita said, and Optimus nodded.

He stared at the wall just above their heads, lost in thought. Elita straightened.

"You ok?" she asked.

"What?" Optimus snapped out of it. "Oh, I'm fine."

Elita turned to address her trainees. "Meal break. Get your energon and look over some of the data this place has to offer that you think will benefit you. I want you at the station in a couple of hours; no sooner, no later. Got it?"

They nodded and obeyed; heading down the hall and turning the corner. Silence fell as their chattering grew distant.

"I said I was fine," Optimus said, attempting a laugh.

It sounded hollow.

"What's wrong, Pax?"

Optimus' shoulders dropped in surrender. When she called him that, he always felt inclined to answer, as if he were a miner under her command again. "Pax" or "Orion" would only come from her, though, and she never used it in front of others. He was to be Optimus Prime to everyone else; a title that carried authority and a great deal of weight. All cybertronian citizens were aware that their life could never be the same; many were expected to train. Really, he wasn't the only one experiencing change.

"I don't know if I can do this," Optimus blurted, clenching his fists.

"You're going to have to be more specific," Elita said.

"I'm a prime, but I've never led. I'm expected to fight in a war that hasn't begun but haunts the future. I think we both know Megatron will be back; he will want to take my place. Maybe he should."

Elita sighed and took Optimus' hand. "Come on."

Dazed, Optimus nodded. They walked down the hall and through various rooms. Neither of them let go, fingers tightly intertwined.

"Find a place where we can talk, Pax. I haven't broken in here like you have."

"Commander's orders," Optimus said, picking up the pace.

They entered a dimly lit, musky room. Elita coughed, letting go of Optimus' hand to wave her hand in front of her face. "Couldn't you have picked a better place?"

"The worst places are often the best places," Optimus said.

"Is this vagueness going to be regular thing, now? I hate it."

Optimus braced his back against a shelving unit, though it didn't contain very many data disks. With a grunt he gave a few hard shoves, and the shelving unit moved to reveal a broken door that led to a precarious platform overlooking Iacon.

"Is this how you would get in?" Elita asked, coming closer to observe.

"No; there were more dangerous entry points with small ventilation systems. I got stuck for a full twenty minutes, once."

"And to think... if you had just stayed there, we could have avoided all this chaos."

"What... and have Cybertron miss this charm?" Optimus motioned to himself.

Elita rolled her eyes, but Optimus caught a small smile. He backed up, letting her go first, and Elita stepped onto the platform and approached the edge. She leaned forward, and Optimus sucked in an inward breath, squeezing past the door frame. She sat at the edge, legs dangling. As soon as Optimus sat beside her, she spoke.

"You won't know how to lead."

Great. Another one of her "encouraging" pep talks. Elita turned her head and waited until Optimus locked eyes with her.

"What I mean is... leading can never be mastered," Elita said. "So, you need to act like you have it all figured out. Voice your fears with the ones you trust, but don't put them on public display. You're right; Megatron is out there somewhere, plotting your demise."

"I don't like the thought of preparing citizens for war," Optimus said.

"It has to be done. The few already capable fighters we have don't stand a chance."

"I know."

"We have to win," Elita said.

Silence fell. They could both agree on that. Elita put a hand on his shoulder.

"You are nothing like Megatron."

"I... try to envision him as he was. He was my greatest friend, Elita. And yet, anyone is capable of betrayal."

"You may doubt yourself, but I would never betray you. Even when I seemed your enemy, yelled at you, and -"

"Punched me in the face?" Optimus offered.

"Yes, even then, I never hated you. You were just... too ambitious and eager for my taste."

"Interesting," Optimus said, looking upwards in thought.

Elita laughed and knocked him in the shoulder, and Optimus gasped dramatically and fell, rolling closer to the edge of the platform.

"I thought you would stop punching me," Optimus groaned, finally sitting up when Elita's eyes widened, no doubt worried he might fall, or perhaps having PTSD of when he had, in fact, fallen.

"Oh, come on! That wasn't a punch," Elita said.

Optimus laughed and stood up, offering a hand. Elita took it, and he helped her up.

"What were you doing rifling through the data disks, anyway?"

"I'm trying to find what remains of Alpha Trion's wisdom. The Matrix of Leadership offers many surprises, but I'm without a mentor. I wish he were here."

"You have everything and everyone you need," Elita said.

Optimus dipped his head, and Elita placed her hands on either side of his face, lifting it back up. "I expect you to be on the training grounds this afternoon. Maybe you can convince Wheeljack to join the group."

"Would they listen to me?"

"You have an axe for a hand. How could they not?"

Optimus laughed, and Elita lowered her hands, nodding in satisfaction.

"Thanks, Elita."

"Any time, Pax."

[mskenway97]

Halooo I jumped when i saw your request open. Can you do a one shot where Bot!Gn reader have a little race with EarthSpark Bumblebee? Reader saying they can drive faster and can beat his record. Bumblebee saw this as an opportunity to 'woo' em and agree. Ended with a small confession ❤️❤️

TF EarthSpark Bumblebee x GN!Cybertronian!reader

Trick or race

Words: 1,188

Summary: You had beaten your personal best and wanted to show someone that you could be as fast as he was with a little race.

Warning: Nothing, so fluff and sweet

I will put the links of pillowfort and ao3 to publish this application:

Pillowfort

Ao3

[still-not-over-transformers]

Hi frieeeend! Glad to be one of ur first requests ^^

I was wondering if you could do some TFP Ratchet x female reader 🫣 some smut OR some angsty fluff where Ratchet feels insecure about his age and vitality and y/n (suggestively his s/o) comforts him :)) whatever u choose

Take ur time! ❤️

Whew, never have I ever written so much so quickly (in a good way). I guess I got carried away a bit. Hope you like it :3

*Anything in italics is either a sound effect or a character’s inner thoughts*

Young At Spark

TFP Ratchet x Reader

Warnings: Suggestive

Word Count: 2000+ (Holy Sh*t)

It had been a relatively quiet day in the Autobot base for you. Jack, Miko, and Raph were at school taking their final exams, and the autobots were out on an extensive energon scouting mission somewhere in the rural wilderness of Serbia. You would’ve found a trip to Europe to be a fun outing, but couldn’t bear the thought of leaving your favorite medic alone. As you returned from a brief walk around the halls of the base, a loud *clang* followed by a frustrated and exasperated shout could be heard from the main room. He sounds actually pissed off, you thought to yourself before briskly making your way to the main room. You turned to see Ratchet picking up various shattered metal pieces from the floor, all the while muttering incoherent profanities and curses. 

“Ratchet? Is everything okay?” you asked softly, although the concern was easy to glean from your tone. The medic was clearly surprised by your sudden appearance and seemed a bit startled as his blue optics locked onto you. “Oh, (Y/N)... E-everything is fine. I just… was clumsy and dropped the device I was trying to adjust. I um, I’m sorry if I may have startled you.” In fact, everything was indeed not fine with Ratchet, as that morning his thoughts had gotten away from him and locked onto you, and not in the way he usually enjoys.

I can’t upset (Y/N) with my frivolous doubts. Albeit it will be difficult as her mental prowess is always… rather intuitive, the aging medic tried to silence his thoughts and re-focused on (Y/N). Ratchet cleared his throat as he noticed you had already conjured up a broom, “No need for that, I shall clean up my own mess.” You paused at the increasingly odd behavior of the normally composed medic, and you began to grow suspicious of why he seemed to be hiding something from you. 

You two had been close for some time, albeit when you first met the resident Autobot medic it wasn’t a great first meeting. With Ratchet insisting the base was getting far too crowded. You quickly won him over though. Unlike the kids, you were far more mature and patient, and you didn’t actively break his tools or go off placing yourself in unnecessary danger, like a certain someone with pink puffball hair… Another admirable quality you possessed was your sharp mind, and your ability to quickly grasp new concepts and actually be interested in things like science.

The first time Ratchet really noticed you was when he was struggling to decipher an unfamiliar set of code which had come into their possession regarding imperative intel. Despite applying the standard techniques to decipher the code, there was some sort of new trick that had been embedded in the code. As (Y/N) had watched the medic continuously failed to succeed, you had been watching closely, and had noticed the answer didn’t lie in breaking the code through conventional means, rather through a visual pattern. Your sharp eye and wit had spotted a pattern of certain colors and symbols, and after explaining this to Ratchet, the two of you were able to team up and crack the code. 

“Ratchet… What’s actually going on? You seem upset at more than accidentally breaking something. You know you can tell me anything, right?” You looked up at him, hoping the medic would let you help him. Primus, she’s onto me, Ratchet quickly finished picking up the broken mess on the floor, before turning towards (Y/N). “I appreciate your concern for me, I do, but I insist it was just a fleeting moment of frustration. Nothing more.” Before you could open your mouth to say anything else, the comms system flashed and Optimus Prime’s voice sounded over the audio “Ratchet, we require your presence immediately. We are taking Decepticon-fire and Arcee is down!”

His azure optics widened in surprise before turning to you. “I’ll man the groundbridge. …Be careful, otherwise I may throw a wrench at you” you had an ever-so-slight smile on your face, but your heart was still heavy as no one could ever foresee when things would go wrong. “I promise to return unharmed” Ratchet said softly, hoping that you wouldn’t fret too much over him, before powering up the groundbridge and speeding through in his alt-mode. 

As Ratchet sped through the swirling vortex of green and blue energy, his thoughts from earlier resurfaced. He had been replaying the moment you had first met, the first time you had touched servos/hands, the moments where he would place you on his shoulder as you both reviewed data and worked on projects.

The memory that was the source of his inner turmoil was the first time you kissed. You had shifted your weight on his shoulder and just planted one right on his lips. He could remember the rush of heat to his entire frame, something he had not experienced since his youth back on Cybertron, and that was a very long time ago. It wasn’t long after that you two had been intimate with one another, albeit it took a lot of learning on his part since you were both an organic and far smaller than him. The size difference didn’t bother him much, as he was very VERY creative. You were so vigorous, energetic, passionate, and youthful…. And youth had long since surpassed Ratchet.

 He should be above silly things such as anxiety or doubt, but now he felt all of his confidence melt away as the thought of such a stunning and lively being as yourself, being held back by an old rust bucket with one pede in the well of Allsparks. The very idea of him disappointing you felt equivalent to losing a patient. Spark-crushing. Perhaps it was wrong of him to think some old bot like him could ever give you what you truly deserved from a partner. …*PEW PEW* The resounding ringing of blaster fire pulled the medic out of his anxious self-pitying stupor, and into a battlefield before him.

Ratchet had only just exited the groundbridge, but he could already make out his fellow Autobots as they duked it out with various Decepticons and Vehicons. He had to focus, as he was here as a medic not a sniveling idiot. As his optics scanned the field for the injured Arcee, he saw the femme leaning against a large boulder, pinned down as she took cover from Vehicon blaster-fire. 

His white and scarlet armor glinted in the light of the sun, as he quickly made his way through the battlefield, being trailed by Optimus and Bumblebee as they provided coverfire. Ratchet was able to make it to Arcee, quickly scanning her to assess her injuries. “I’m fine, Doc. Just a few scratches that’s all,” the two-wheeler calmly stated. “Ep-ep! I’m the medic and I will be the one to diagnose y–” Ratchet was interrupted by the sound of crackling electricity from behind. “Nice of you to join the party, Ratchet!” Ugh, not Knockout of all bots… Ratchet thought, as he saw the ever-polished and buffed Decepticon standing a short distance from him. “Knockout, I am in no mood to deal with your incessant posturing…” Ratchet drew his blasters as he glared at Knockout. “Well they do say bots get crankier as they age, huh? Perhaps you’re better suited as a doorstop at your age?” the Decepticon medic cackled. 

Ratchet felt his energon boil and before anyone could realize, he charged at Knockout, optics wide with fury, “You’ll look like a doorstop once I’m through with you!!!” Knockout was taken aback by the sudden vigor and frenzied rage from the Autobot medic, genuinely shocked as to what had gotten into him. “PRIMUS I didn’t know you could move that fast!” Knockout ordered the surrounding Vehicons to begin firing at Ratchet, but was interrupted by opposing fire from Optimus, Bulkhead, and Bumblebee. Before Ratchet could reach him, Knockout quickly transformed and retreated along with the remaining Vehicons. 

Ratchet had no choice but to stop his charge, but his rage was not so easily quelled. He was boiling over with anger, HOW DARE HE INSULT ME LIKE THAT? HOW DARE HE ASSUME– Ratchet’s angry thoughts were cut short by the sensation of a large servo on his shoulder, and Optimus’s voice. “Old friend, what has gotten into you? Why would you abandon your patient and charge after Knockout?” Prime’s face was full of concern for his long-time friend and confidant as this was out of character. The medic’s rage began to subside, as he realized what a fool he had made of himself. “M-my apologies Optimus, I don’t know what came over me.” Ratchet immediately went back over to Arcee and helped her onto her pedes, ashamed at his actions. 

Back at base, (Y/N) powered up the groundbridge after receiving the call from Optimus. You were still worried about Ratchet, as you had been struggling to think of what on earth he was so upset about. As the portal opened, the Autobots began to make their way through, including Ratchet who was assisting an annoyed Arcee into the base.

As you began to acknowledge everyone’s return, Bulkhead suddenly approached Ratchet, “What the scrap was that about?!” Ratchet’s optics briefly darted towards the wrecker, but as in usual fashion, the medic turned away and scoffed at the question, “Think nothing of it. Just stress from being engaged in combat.” Despite being assisted by Ratchet, Arcee piped in with her concerns “Bulkhead has a point, Ratchet. You lost it at whatever Knockout said to you. What gives?”

Growing increasingly frustrated with the sudden interrogation, Ratchet snaps his helm around “I’ve already told you that it was inconsequential. Now let me proceed with scanning you for injuries and move on!” The tension in the room could’ve been cut with a knife as the rest of the group falls silent, and no one presses the matter further. Standing at the controls, you were taken aback by Ratchet’s behavior, as this was severely out of character for your normally patient, if a bit sassy-medic. But you remained silent as you watched Arcee begrudgingly allow Ratchet to assess her. 

It wasn’t long before Arcee returned to the main area of the base, being cleared of any injuries by Ratchet, but you noticied that he had yet to reappear. Normally the only other area on base you could find Ratchet would be in one of the back storerooms which usually housed various supplies. You quietly made your way through the halls, the faint sound of something falling making you hone in on one particular room. The motion-sensors on the door allowed you entry into the storeroom, and you quickly spotted Ratchet with his back turned against one of the shelves. It felt as if you were walking on glass as you approached him, “...Ratchet? You’re really starting to worry me. Can you please, please… tell me what is wrong?” 

“...I’m sorry, (Y/N) for worrying you. That is the last thing I would want to do to you” Ratchet replied, but his back remained turned away from you. You approached him and closed the door behind you. Stepping closer, you wrapped your arms around his heel in a hug, hoping your touch would comfort him “I know. But Ratchet…. You are hurting yourself by holding in.. whatever it is that’s making you act this way. We’ve been through too much for you to shut yourself off from me.” A heavy sigh escaped from the medic’s vents and he shifted his frame to look at you.

As you briefly stepped back, he knelt down to move his faceplate closer to your level, “You deserve to know of course… You deserve better. …Perhaps if I was in a different field of medical training, I would be better suited to explain myself, so I shall try my best.” He took a deep breath, clearly struggling “I’ve been concerned that I may not be the mech best suited for you.” 

You stood before him frozen as you struggle to process his words, “...Come again?” Ratchet felt as if someone were twisting a blade in his gut, but continued, “I meant that you deserve the best. You are so kind and full of life and vigor, and I am perhaps too old to provide you with what a younger mech could.” He can’t bear to meet your gaze any longer, and turns his face away from you in shame. He is shocked to feel a brief sting on his helm, looking back to see you holding a small wrench in your hands. “Hopefully that will knock some sense back into you” your eyes were welling-up with tears as you dropped the wrench.

“You really think your age would change how I feel for you? You think I would care what anyone, bot or con or human has to say about it?” You approach Ratchet and gently place your hands on his cheeks, staring deeply into his optics, “Ratchet, you are the only man for me. So what if you’re mature and full of experience? You’re my one and only and don’t ever think otherwise.” You lean in and plant a deep and sweet kiss against his cool lips. 

It felt like time stood still as he looked at your beautiful face. Your warm lips were like fireworks as you pressed them to his, How can she be this perfect? How do I deserve her? Ratchet’s mind swirled as you pulled away from him, feeling a gentle brush as he swiped a tear from your eye with a servo, “(Y/N), please forgive me for putting you through such torment. I… I was insecure about many things. I still wonder if I am truly capable of fulfilling all of your needs.”

You stepped forward and kissed him again, albeit with a little more heat. You raised an eyebrow as you pulled away, a devilish grin playing on your lips, “You have always fulfilled my every need. You could always test how well you’re able to please me…?” The look in your eyes and tone in your voice was easy for the medic to decipher. He felt his frame heat up and his engine rev, “...I suppose I can run a few… tests to see the results.” He gave you a half-cocked smirk before gently scooping you into his servo and setting you on one of the upper shelves, before showering your neck and collarbone in sensual kisses. 

Primus, hopefully no unlucky soul needed any supplies from that room…

[cyclepath8p]

It's 00:43 in Germany

Idk why but Tumblr wouldn't let me paste anything, anywhere, sorry if everything is SHIT quality because the internet is sabotaging me I guess

This is the mecha AU of highly respected @keferon thank you

[stinger-shot]

Anyone want me to write an Oc x cannon? I don't have anything to do during the night so I'm up for it even tho I suck at writing! Just dm me what you want and I'll try it.. read my rules first tho! Pinned comment BTW.

[pritong-baboy]

doodles for a tfone horror au BC RAHHHHHH WE FIGHTING THE REANIMATED CORPSE OF OUR BEST FRIEND WITH THIS ONE!!!!!!!!!!!

[still-not-over-transformers]

Thank you for mentioning me! 🥹❤️❤️

List of known Cybertronian Reader-Insert Tumblr Writers (WIP)

Disclaimer: This doesn't mean all their posts are related, they've just posted /cyber read (#bot reader, in some cases) at least once. Scenario / head-cannon accounts will be included.

@liaswritesrobots

@zenniet

@blueraspberryrodimus

@lostaccountinthepornspace

@my-writings-and-musings

@my-naughty-writings-and-musings

@rawmeknockout

@swervesbootycall

@cybertronian-reader-imagines

@stickytrigger69

@sentinelpri

@talesfromlissom

@porkcracker

@i-starcreamed

@transformers-fics-n-stuff

@tfp-enthusiast

@notoriousslug

@montyuh

@uselessmicrowave

@valvesandthings

@prowlsfattits

@rocksinmuffin

@petitelepus

@decepticononline

@deliriousbug

@loveofbots

@jazz-miester

@metalmusingmoments

@until-all-are-one

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[earthsparked]

Four hummingbirds, who also had never met

Chapter 1/2 (You are here) | Chapter 2/2 | (Story on A03)

Don't step on the organic!

You're crouched under a giant table, shivering with reaction despite the soft blanket thrown around your shoulders. It smells slightly of what you think might be silver polish, but it's tight and warm. The pressure around you, holding you to earth, is a small kindness in the wake of what you've just been through.

Huge metal bodies come crashing through the door in a ballet of moving parts that is dizzying to watch. The red and white robot who'd plucked you away from the tangled wreckage is helping the three larger ones, who haul in your metal person-that-was-a-car who started this whole mess. You watch, frozen, edging further under the massive slab of a table when they come clattering toward you with their smoking, sparking, dripping burden. It's alarming how much this one, they'd called him Bluestreak, both does and doesn't look like a corpse despite First Aid's promises that he wasn't dead.

What are these people?

You'd been minding your own business, delivering pizzas to make a few extra bucks. You were on your last leg of the day, picking up an order to an address way out in the middle of nowhere. You'd had your tunes cranked up, singing along and thinking of making something non-pizza for dinner. You cursed and flinched when a very fancy car blew past you in the opposite direction, going at a lethal speed. Who in the absolute fuck -

You glance in your rearview mirror to track them for a beat. Only for you to slam on your brakes and fishtail when a god damn fighter jet descended like an angry dragon, chasing after the car and flying way lower than any air traffic control would ever allow.

For a heartstopping second you're sure you're about to die. The stack of Hawaiian and barbecue chicken pizzas in their keep-warm bag go flying, and there's one order you won't be getting a tip for delivering. You head whips back against the seat as you fight physics and death and the steering wheel. The jet blasts over you and past, there and gone like a hallucination, if not for the dirt and roadside trash that gets thrown up against your car from the force of its passing.

You only start breathing again when your car's come to a halt, half on the shoulder. Your music's turned from some nonsense in the background, to the full soundtrack of your heart pounding out of your chest and the roar of jet engines. It was going slow, you realize, because there wasn't a sonic boom.

But you have no time to ponder that or anything before there's a noise that's not a sonic boom, but also like nothing you've ever heard before. And then your car, the pizzas, your entire body, the ground, the world shakes like a giant hand has picked the earth up and dribbled it like a basketball.

You scream as there's a massive WHUMPF. All the windows and both windshields blow out in a shatter of safety glass, and the force of it all knocks your car forward and a few dozen feet off the road. The wheels tilt and you think for a sickening second you're going to roll, but then the car crashes back town on its tires. One of them pops, because of course it does.

You hear the sound of jet engines growing slowly more distant. You're shaking and bleeding from tiny bits of glass as you slowly open your door, nearly forgetting to put your car in park and turn the engine off. You all but crawl out and look for danger, for shelter, but all you see is a tangled pile of metal. Glinting silver turned to sootstained black, twisted wreckage splayed out across the road a few hundred meters behind you.

Oh, god.

The - the jet. It had been chasing whoever was in that car. It had fired a missile at it.

You crouch down by the rear tire of your car, not quite hiding. You can't make yourself walk over there, you can't. Your active imagination makes it possible to envision what you might find...but then the scene in your head switches to someone gasping out their last breath, while you wait here for them to die alone and afraid. You can't do that, either.

You force yourself across the distance. Dripping small drops of blood on the blacktop as you go, the adrenaline drowning out any real pain. It's the most hellish walk of your life. But you get there.

You're not sure what you're looking at. There's shrapnel everywhere. It doesn't even really resemble a car anymore, though you can see a shredded tire and broken glass. There's something pink all over the place. If you weren't already so shocked, you might have noticed the way it made a little current run through you when you stepped in a puddle of it. But you hardly notice.

Where would...the driver...? You're fighting down nausea now. You step closer. You start to think there's no way in all the hells that anyone could have survived that. Not and be in anything like one piece. But you call out anyway, tentatively, as if the jet might hear you and come back.

Hello? Can you hear me? You're not alone. I don't know how to help you...can you see me?

You slowly circle around the wreckage, feeling incredible heat baking off it. There's all sorts of weird smells, and you're scared to get too close in case it bursts into fire. Or, well, more fire. You've gone from thinking about survivors, to desperately hoping you don't find one, because what would even be left of them? A quick death, at least –

-llo? skrrzt ye-

A voice speaks up from the wreckage, or you think it's a voice. You inhale sharply and close the last remaining distance, wincing at the heat. Where are you in there? Can you - maybe stick your hand out, wave to me? Can you move at all?

Maybe then you can at least spot what part of the car they'd ended up in? Your eyes are wide, watching, expecting - hoping - dreading to see a hint of skin, a flash of bright or dark red. You jump back and let out a shocked screech when a huge hunk of the wreckage itself twitches toward you.

And then that marvelous pattern-recognition software that is the human brain does its thing, and the magic eye puzzle in front of you, abruptly comes into awful focus. It's a person. The whole thing's a person, a giant metal person. You'd call them a jaeger or a robot or something, but you can see their face. There are eyes there, blue, barely visible. And as you stare in horror, it twitches again, making you realize it's a hand reaching toward you. You had asked them to move. You stand in the road, bleeding, terrified, and start crying.

You don't know exactly how you know this is a person, but they look like one, they have a face, what's left of it. And they moved. And they tried to speak. Then they try to speak again, static lacing the words as they cut in and out.

-don't- bshhts -afrai-

You clasp a hand to your mouth. Now you're openly weeping.

You had always been afraid that you were alone. That this life, this world, these people were all that would ever be. You'd dreamed that there was more out there. Someone, anyone. Whatever it took so you weren't just one faceless insect in a hive of eight billion, drifting through space.

The day you find out you're not alone, is the day you become more alone than you could have imagined. You rush toward them, heedless of the heat, the sharp edges, the broken glass. You grab on to what might have been a hand, and you hold it tight. You get one single moment of the hot metal twitching under your palms, a precious glimpse when your eyes meet theirs. And then the light dims, and the limb you're holding is wrenched out of your grip as it falls heavily to the ground. You follow it to your knees, getting even more of that pink stuff all over you, and other fluids too. But the agony in your heart drowns it all out, as you sob and crumple over this person you'd just met. This person who died trying to tell you not to be afraid.

Maybe that's why, a few minutes later, when a caravan of emergency vehicles comes down the road at Mach Jesus, all lights and sirens, you hunch over your metal person as if you could protect them from the questions that were to come. The dissections, the desecration that would follow whenever the people in power got word of this being's existence.

You can hardly hear anything but for your own sobbing cries, but it's impossible to miss when the ground shakes and deep shadows fall over you. You can feel attention on you. You steel yourself and whip around, fists clenching, ready to do god only knows what.

Don't fucking TOUCH him! Go away! you shriek through your blurred vision, stumbling a few steps forward. Only to be caught, gently as a plucked dandelion seedhead, in a cage of giant metal-and-rubber hands. They steady you, and you look up into an echo of blue eyes. But these are bright and vivid, and the hands that hold you are strong, and the deep red paint that covers the being looks like they'd just stepped out of a spray tan booth for robots.

Oh, oh no, please don't be injured. There's such dread in their voice as they kneel by you that it catches you off-guard. I can fix Bluestreak, I can't fix an organic! And you're the first one I've ever met! Please, little guy...oh, no, no.

The other giant beings rush to the still wreckage and doing things to your metal person. One is big, stocky almost, and white and red. Kind of like the one steadying you, but not exactly. You push weakly at the enormous fingers that prod and press against you with a sort of worried care, gathering information about you from the touch.

I'm not. I'm not hurt! There was a jet, and it came out of nowhere, and it - it -

The tears return, and you're wrong that you're not hurt, because your heart's broken. You'll never be the same. The red and white being makes several alarmed noises, their face a startling picture of empathy.

I'm sorry. I tried to help, but they d-died, you hiccup. Are they your friend?

The being looks surprised, then confused, and by the time you have grasped that their facial expressions are similar enough to yours that you can read them effortlessly – they're smiling, and you can even read the nuance in it. You can see they're a little sad, but a little happy too.

His designation is Bluestreak, and he's not offlined. Not "dead," the being tells you, as if he had to find the right word to explain. His smile grows to something bright and beautiful as you choke on your tears and shake your head in disbelief, but feeling hope rise in your chest. You look over to where the other giant metal people are doing all sorts of weird things to your metal person.

He's not? But -

He will be if we don't burn rubber to get him back to base, one of the other metal people says, and it's short-tempered enough to make you cringe into the shelter of the one not-quite-holding you.

The grumpy one seems to notice, and those blue eyes land on you with the intensity of a pair of lasers. You get the feeling this one doesn't miss much. You're not sure you want to know what they - he? is seeing of you. You startle and squirm when they actually sweep you off your feet, effortlessly, as if you're an unruly kitten getting a vet exam.

Oh, Primus. Now you've gone and done it, 'Aid. You just had to go picking up strays, soft-spark. AND this one's damaged, of course. That red fluid's supposed to be on the inside of them...I'm pretty sure. The grouch is nevertheless gentle as he moves your limbs, glowering at the spatters of blood from the glass that cut you. He heaves what is clearly a disgruntled sigh. Well, you found 'em, you can take care of 'em. And YOU can explain to Optimus and Jazz. Take them and let's go before more of the natives show up.

Now you're trembling as the world flips wildly and you're unceremoniously handed over like a beanbag. The red and white nice one doesn't restrain you, just cups you to his chest. His expression turns worried again as you struggle to get your balance, and have to sit down or else fall down. Suddenly you're feeling awfully dizzy, and your head is throbbing. Aw, fuck. Whiplash. Maybe groucho there wasn't wrong after all.

...I might be hurt a little, you admit, and the metal person who's not your metal person, but is pretty nice even so, starts cooing over you like a mother dove with a single, slightly toasted chick.

Poor thing. We saw your vehicle. You were in that when Starscream...? Merciful Primus, how are you even alive? He seems to realize that's not terribly comforting, and gives himself a little jolt.

Ratchet's right, you're coming back to base with us. Don't worry, I just want to help. And you can see Bluestreak when we have him repaired. He's in stasis lock, which isn't good, but Ratchet's the best medic we have. He'll be all right.

He's taken to gently rolling the pad of his thumb over your shoulder and down your arm, and you're not quite sure if he even realizes it. Um. Do you- have a name, too?

Oh! Yes of course I do, it's –

FIRST AID! Get a haul on! the one called Ratchet bellows. And then you see the metal person change and shift, collapsing into a...oh, god, that's an ambulance. It's so stupid that you start laughing, only to almost immediately start crying again. This is all way, way too much.

Shh, no no, it's all right, don't cry, First Aid croons. Look, see? Trailbreaker and Hoist are ready to go with Bluestreak. We're going to go back to base, and I'll get you cleaned up. Whatever you need. Are you in pain? Where is it? How bad? Are you cold? Hot? Is your airway clear? There are so many things that can go wrong with organics! he nearly wails.

You pat him awkwardly, but you hope it's at least a little reassuring. It seems to snap First Aid out of his worry-cycle enough to carefully put you down and turn into another, different ambulance.

Can you get in on your own, or do I need to call one of the others back - oh, good, he says, relieved, as you tremblingly haul yourself up into his cab, correctly guessing the popped-open door was an invitation. He stops hesitating once you're in, a seatbelt sliding around you of its own accord, pressed right over your heart. You wonder if he can feel your heart juddering wildly. Probably? He seemed to have very good pressure sensors in his hands, at least.

Which only made things worse when you catch a glimpse of Bluestreak being hauled away. He must have been in so much agony. You wonder how they feel pain. If it's anything like the way you do.

We're going, all right? First Aid gently questions, though you're not sure what the hell else you could do. You're in no shape to drive, physically or emotionally, with your headache coming in something fierce now, and who knows if your car would even start. So you just hiccup and nod, as First Aid closes his own door and tears off. Lights and sirens going, but the sound is muffled in his cab.

I don't even have proper materials for securing you. I should have something bracing those cervical struts - bones of yours, he mutters. If you start feeling very ill or having a lot of pain, you speak up, little one, and I'll divert to get you to a human medic. No matter what Prowl or Ratchet say about it.

You drift a little, mentally, on the drive back to "base," whatever that was. Not asleep, but not quite in your body. You get the feeling First Aid notices, because he keeps up a soft, meaningless patter of talk, low and quiet. It's a while before something he's saying actually breaks through to your conscious mind.

Blue's going to be so glad to see you when he's back with us. He's been pestering Jazz and Prowl for ages to let him sneak out and play with the cute organics, but, well. They didn't want anyone in the general population to become aware of us. I suppose that turbofox is out of the metalmesh sack, now. Blue's going to just love you, really. You'll like him, too, I'm sure. He's a very nice mech...

Why- why are you hiding? The world turns to a bit clearer picture. Is it because of that jet? or is it because of us?

Bluestreak had told you not to be afraid. They were certainly self-aware to know, humans could be clannish and reactive. Prone to shooting first, shooting second, continuing to shoot and then picking up whatever pieces might remain. But you didn't like the idea of them having to hide.

First Aid makes a sigh-sound far less grumpy that the one Ratchet had made. That jet was Starscream, a Decepticon. They're on the other side of a war we're fighting. We're Autobots, from the planet Cybertron. And we came to Earth, some would say by accident. But maybe it was providence.

Even with your throbbing headache and slight nausea and dizziness, you manage to learn a lot about your new metal people in the half-hour it takes them to get back to base. Which, it turns out, is a crashed spaceship half sticking out of the side of a mountain. You're so tired by now that everything's a bit of a whirl.

Next thing you know, you're being set loose and swaddled in a warm cloth smelling of something like silver polish, being asked to wait just a minute while Aid helped get Bluestreak settled on the table. Don't step on the organic! he reminds them as they bring the badly injured metal person in for help.

You want to watch what they're doing to Bluestreak, as if you can help him be okay just by fact of not taking your eyes off him. But the many clomping feet feel incredibly threatening. Before you know it you're backed up against the struts of the table, huddled and shivering like a tiny purse dog with a chill. You start to wonder if something might actually be badly wrong with you.

As if they could read your thoughts, Ratchet, his hands already wrist-deep in Bluestreak's innards, and First Aid both peer under the table at you at the same moment.

Adrenaline crash. Too much of a survival hormone being dumped from their system all at once. Shock and a rattled processor, Teletraan says. Some fluid buildup, surface abrasions. Painful, bad, but not fatal. Usually. You get the feeling this Ratchet person is half expecting you to drop dead any second, despite his words.

Caught in a hellish place of jangled nerves and exhaustion, you can't help but flinch back even from First Aid's gentle hands when he reaches for you. You're in a strange place, surrounded by strange metal people, and YOUR metal person is currently undergoing like...five or six kinds of surgery. Most of which seemed to involve a lot of sparking wires, fluid spraying everywhere, and mechanical cursing in what must be their own language, as Ratchet goes back to his work.

Go on, get 'em cleaned up, 'Aid. You're not going to be any use here, distracted like that. Gruff, grumpy. But for the first time you sense a spark of something else when Ratchet says, I commed ahead and had the scouts grab some human-sized med kits from ...somewhere. They're over in exam room four. That one's got running hot H20, at least, even if half the ship's still a disaster area. They're homeothermic mammals, they won't like being cold or dirty. And Primus only knows what all that energon is doing to them.

You stare up at Ratchet, feeling him out. Reevaluating. Then you shrug off First Aid's hands to toddle, wobbly as a foal, to drape yourself across Ratchet's foot. He goes immediately still, looking back down under the table, blue eyes bright and surprised.

Thank you, Ratchet, you tell him. You hug him until you're scooped up again, blanket and all, by First Aid. He's smiling down at you in wonder as he carefully carries you off to the exam room, so he can finally treat your injuries.

Hmph, you hear behind you, and then whirring and clanking of metal-person surgery resumes.

First Aid waits until you're safely seated on another enormous table in the exam room to say, I've never met an organic like you. You're so familiar, but so strange at the same time. Your servos are so tiny. How can something like you even be alive? But you are. You're so very much alive.

You let him drape your hand over his, admiring his fine control despite the size difference; as much as he's admiring the delicacy of the tiny system of calcium strut and sinew-pulleys and muscle that let you flex and close your fingers.

I've never met metal people before, you tell him. So I guess it's a new thing for both of us. This time when he smiles at you, you're able to meet it with a shaky one of your own.

[signedaiko]

Hello could I have a oneshot of lost light velocity doing research on humans in preparation for the human liaison joining the lost light and realizing she’s attracted to humans thank you

Checkups

Velocity X Reader [MTMTE]

In which Ratchet asks one of the medics to learn human sciences after you joined, and Velocity volunteers.

Song - Ecoute Cherie by Vendredi Sure Mer

Reader is: Gender Neutral | Human | Autobot.

Dragging the bookstore blanket along the metal hull floors, a small human groggily marched forwards in nothing but their slippers and a loose outfit they'd thrown on for their appointment with one of the med bots. 

A strange appointment, one that was extremely early for your human cycle, but Velocity said you could bring your blanket if you wanted, and so you did. 

Most of the usual Cybertronians were in stasis if not on duty during these hours, and the only people you crossed paths with were the not-so-troublesome ones, besides Siren, who'd greeted you with the vocal force of a firetruck. 

"Good morning, Velocity...?" You called out into the open room as the doors unlocked for you, draping the blanket over your shoulders like a cape as you continued in, sitting at your usual spot on the examination table. It had a padded cushion on it, something you assumed was for you. 

"Oh! Hi!" Her voice peeked around a doorframe before her face did, and she gave a short wave before holding up a finger. 

"I'll be right with you; I was just cleaning." While Cybertronian sterilizing techniques were far beyond human capabilities, Velocity insisted on doing it the human way for your visits, and you could hear the running water as she scrubbed through her joints with a bristled brush. You couldn't help but notice it sounded like she was brushing her teeth, an amusing image. 

When she walked out, she had a tray with some instruments, a label on the tray handle with your name on it. They were medical tools she'd purchased just for humans. Not only smaller, but also far more familiar to you. 

"How did you sleep?" She asked while offering you a warm, wet cloth to clean your eyes before she shone a light into them, checking for any signs of deviance from the norm. 

"The full eight hours, as you asked." She hummed in approval, lifting one of your legs carefully to check its range of movement.

"Great!" She looked away from her checkup for just a moment to give you a content smile, though she refocused on her checklist of assessment rather quickly. 

Her servos were warm, in a way that you could tell she'd used hot water to heat them up for you. She hadn't stopped apologizing since your first appointment when she'd startled you by touching your skin with cold digits. 

You crossed your arms to grab at the sides of your blanket, pulling it snug around you as you watched her curiously. 

Ever since you'd boarded the Lost Light, she'd made herself known as your sole care provider and requested you see her twice weekly so she can familiarize herself with human needs more appropriately. She was better than any human doctor you'd had, but she insisted you keep coming in for at least a bit longer. 

You couldn't imagine not coming in; it had become a strong part of your schedule, and you weren't sure you'd see her much outside of it. 

"I wish I could do that." Velocity hummed while putting a clip on one of your fingers with padded insides, which began taking your heartrate. 

"Do what?" You stared at the same number she did on the small screen, curiosity lingering. 

"Feel such a soft material on my skin—er, my imaginary skin. I wish I could have skin and be wrapped in a blanket. I bet it feels really nice." She watched as your heart rate increased, a smile growing on her face. 

You nodded, pulling it tighter around you. You weren't sure why that happened. 

"I wish I could tell you what it feels like, but 'nice' is about the best I can do. Maybe snug? Cozy?" You searched for a better descriptor, but you weren't sure she'd know what you were talking about to begin with. 

"Humans always seem so warm, 'cozy'..." Velocity drew on, pulling the clip off your finger, "I hope I've been doing a good job at keeping you 'snug' or something along those lines."

Judging by how heavy your eyes felt and how comfortable you were in a doctor's office, you'd mentally credited her with that long before she mentioned it. 

"You have." 

Silence built up as she continued, both of you deep in thought, though Velocity hummed a small tune in contrast to your complete silence. She really loved having you for a patient. Cybertronians were so complicated, but humans were so new and fun to learn about. You were self-repairing, and when something went wrong, it was fairly obvious. 

"Sometimes I wish I was Cybertronian, though." You watched her precision with her fingers as she replaced the end of a tool to check your pressure points, not slipping once despite its small size. 

"Well then, I suppose we have a lot to admire about one another then, don't we?" Velocity let off a giggle, ruffling your hair—though some got stuck in her plating, and you had to reach up to pull it out for her. 

Velocity finished as quickly as she usually did and helped you down from the table once she was sure she wouldn't need anything else from you. 

"Thank you for being so helpful! Remember that we'll be switching to monthly appointments, so you don't need to come back for a few weeks." She tapped onto a datapad for a moment before your smaller one dinged, "I sent you the date and time, and it should be on your calendar." 

"Nice." Looking down at it, you saw it nestled on the first of the next month, still a while away.

She opened the door for you, offering a wave, though it didn't take long for her to call out your name soon after you began walking away. 

"Actually, just so you know, you can stop by whenever my office is indicated as open! To talk, or, you know, I can do more research if you'd like. Or just anything!" 

"Sure thing!" You called back, waving her off with a yawn. 

It's not like you'd have much else to do other than the medical appointments; besides, you weren't the only one being checked out during the visits.

Author's Note - I actually love this lady so much shes so fun!!!! I also have been longing to get a oneshot sooo thank you!

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[i-starcreamed]

Okay here's a oneshot idea: Tf One Darkwing x Female Cybertronian Miner Reader. He tries to do his usual angry act with her but she thinks he's cute when he's angry. Flustered Darkwing time maybe? IDK i feel like im the only one who thinks he's kinda cute and silly lmao

DARKWING X READER

Oh my god thank you anon, you’re definitely not the only one who thinks so…I love him. He’s such a bully but I love him I think. Sorry this is short, I def have to write more for him :3 ps there's like no HD pics of him

cybertronian!reader no spoilers, fake scenario. loser flustered Darkwing

“MINER Y/N. Reports say you’ve been slacking off for the past three days again…WHY?!”

Darkwing bellowed, squaring his massive beautiful frame to tower over you. Not that he needed to—he was already bigger than any miner bot around. Way to rub it in.

This was the second time you’d been called in for a little chat with him this month, and by the way, he called you out by the full name in front of everyone else. Who does that? Despite being slightly annoyed, you had a smug smile plastered on your faceplate.

You casually leaned against the wall behind you, shrugging lazily. “Dunno. I don’t really feel like mining,” You deadpanned.

You weren’t lying, your frame has been extra sore for weeks. Honestly, a break sounded great right about now.

Darkwing let out that little, irritated growl he always did when bots got under his plating. His servos clenched in the air, digits flexing as if he was physically holding back his frustration. If he could, he looked like he could rip out his own helm. He stomped closer, jabbing a metal digit in your face.

"WHY DON'T YOU LISTEN TO ME?! GO. GET BACK TO W-"

"Hey Darkwing," You interrupted smoothly, not budging an inch as you looked up at him with a playful grin.

"You know, you're a bit cute when you're mad at me like this."

Darkwing froze mid-rant, lowering his servos. "What?" He sputtered, reeling his helm back in confusion.

That tough facade of his? CRUMBLING before your very optics.

"I'm not..IM NOT CUTE!"

His voice hitched, his fists dropping to his sides, clenched tight as he glared through his visor. Your grin only grew.

"SOMETHING IS CLEARLY WRONG WITH YOU!"

You rolled your optics.

"Yeah, yeah. Something’s definitely wrong with me if I think you are adorable. You could help me out, though. Maybe working overtime with you would fix my… problem." You slyly added, holding your servo to him.

He took a step back, grumbling under his breath. If his fists curled into themselves even tighter, he might leave an indent in his own servo.

"Stop that...uh, GET BACK TO WORK!"

"Whatever you say, boss."

[bummblebe]

"You look pretty.."

Bumblebee x Reader

Word count: 613

Summary: A short Bumblebee oneshot inspired by the audio from Hot Rod (2007).

Song choice <3

> Brazil - Declan McKenna

Light pollution from the city no longer felt like an obstruction when you stood in your silent neighborhood, now in front of your garage; you were glad to see the stars at their full potential, lighting up the sky one-by-one in full view. You were dropped off at your place by none other than Bumblebee, always spending the last few minutes of the day spent together either gazing at the stars or having late-night talks; it's become routine at this point. A few moments to unwind in comfortable silence has always been a highlight, the two of you just enjoying each other's presence even while there are no words exchanged.

Tonight, you thought this to be another wordless soon-to-be goodbye.

Your eyes stayed fixated on the countless stars, your irises shifting ever so slightly to every new one you found, it really did feel endless.

Bumblebee's optics stayed fixated on you, the same fascination.

Some of the stars looked to be a lot rounder than a few others, a lot more noticeable than the typical shapeless glimmer. Your mind wandered, maybe it was a planet you had the privilege of being able to see with your naked eye. It doesn't make any of the surrounding stars any less special--no--it's just appreciation for a different kind of beauty. Alternatively, you remember reading somewhere that the stars you see in the sky in the present are actually impressions of what they looked like thousands of years ago, and that those stars probably don't exist anymore. It's strangely beautiful to catch a glimpse of a sight of 10,000 years ago, even if its bittersweet to know that these stars truly are gone now. You wondered, almost laughing to yourself, at the thought of if the autobots began their journey to Earth in the 9th millennium BC and only landed now in the 21st century.

Bumblebee stayed fascinated, not at the stars as he's done on other nights, but on you. Your eyes slightly widened in wonder, shifting in constant activity as you take in as much as you can of the night sky. He looked upon you in silent admiration, optics softening in a pale-blue glow. Really, he was doing the same thing you were doing, only he was appreciating his own different kind of beauty.

Bee couldn't help it.

"..Krrsh.. -- You look pretty.."

You snapped out of your stargazing, turning to face the mech, clueless. "Sorry, what was that?"

Bee gave a surprised whir and scrambled back to his full height, alarmed at his radio unintentionally exposing him outright. He bumped the lower plating on his chassis over and over with a fist to get himself to shut it.

Unfortunately, even with every hit he gave to his chest, his radio kept going.

"Zrt! -- Uhh-" Hit.

"-- I said-" Hit hit.

"-- You look shitty! -- Kzrt!" He winced.

Bee backed away quick, panicked whirs and mechanical trills filling the air. "Goodnight, Denise!" He gave a swift two-finger salute and bailed, quickly transforming back into the Camaro and speeding away, tires screeching as he did. 

You stood there, completely stunned; the only thing you could hear were the night crickets and Bee's roaring engine, gradually getting quieter the farther he drove away.

The smile that crept up to your face couldn't be helped. You shook your head to yourself, heading inside to your house as the smile never went away.

You may have not heard the first thing he said in the moment, but you sure did recognize the sound-bite the longer he kept talking.

Bumblebee really did call you pretty.

The electric jump you felt in your stomach couldn't be helped.

[mskenway97]

Can we get Merformers with prowl and jazz please?

No problem, I have not chosen continuity, I have based a little on g1. Both of the same size. I have somewhat fluffed it

Merformers prowl x Jazz

Song of calm

Words:682

Warning: None

Prowl didn't understand why he was so worried about that irresponsible Jazz. Again he had skipped the pod guard, it was usual for him to do it once but not all the time! This was making him angrier and angrier, as he seemed to downplay the importance of the war and the conflictb of living together with the humans.

Prowl was still swimming around keeping watch near the pens, everything seemed to be normal, quiet for what he was used to. Then he began to hear a melody in the distance, it seemed the song of one of his own trying to ask for help until he identified it as Jazz's, he swam as fast as he could, he was worried about what had happened.

Had it been the decepticons? Had some net caught him? Those frantic thoughts were on his mind all the time until the sound was closer to an area near the human shore.

His doubts were answered only to see Jazz lying on the sand, smiling so calmly.

-Hey Prowl! What's wrong with you? You look like you've seen a ghost," said Jazz as Prowl's hands were held in a fist.

Jazz was getting more worried as he was getting no response.

-Prowl?

-You know how oblivious you are! I thought something happened to you! All this week you've been sneaking around. You clearly don't care about the safety of the Pod. All for singing!

Jazz hugged him from behind while stroking his cheek.

- I was practicing a song for you, I've been watching you all week and I thought you needed a little something to make you feel better. Although I still need to rehearse more, I didn't think it was a cry for help," said Jazz.

Prowl moved away from him, trying to keep him on the subject, he always had the ability to make him change his mind, the advantage that this mech had, apart from his great figure and his great bravery.

- Just because you're practicing doesn't mean you have to skip the Optimus rules.... If something had happened? - said Prowl

Jazz took him by the chin to look him in the eye.

You know I can talk to him, calmly, always thinking of the rules before your own well-being. Look where we are," said Jazz.

Prowl looked around and apart from being too close to the shore, he saw some seaweed and some faded corrals - Apart from a rather messy place?

Jazz shook his head as he moved closer to the corrals - They are one of the few left, besides I heard they were one of your favorites? I was preparing all this to give you a nice evening," said Jazz as Prowl softened his brow and sighed.

-You didn't have to do that

-Come on, you know I'll always try to bring a smile to your face," said Jazz.

Prowl had brought out a small smile, Jazz gave him a soft kiss.

- Come on relax just for a little while with me," said Jazz.

Prowl sighed he didn't know how the mech always got his way but he could let this behavior go this time, he was unable to say no to him.

- It's okay," said Prowl as he saw the smile on Jazz's face as he gave him a kiss on the cheek.

- Well, if anyone asks I already have a cut

-Did you know I was coming here? - asked Prowl puzzled

-I didn't know, but Bumblebee owes me a few favors..... So if they ask we're scouring the Decepticon zone.

- You're the wrong kind of guy," said Prowl as Jazz gave a chuckle.

- That's why you love me right? -said Jazz in a warm way making Prowl look away.

- Maybe, by the way you should practice that singing more, it's really out of tune.

-Oh come on, it can't be that bad

-You just have to hit the notes more, come on I'll show you.

-I didn't know that you sigh of singing

- There's a lot of things you don't know.

So they both started to practice, the melody started to improve and that in spite of the difficulties, the different personalities. Both would be there for each other. The melody along with the ambience saw the glow under the sea as the two continued to practice.

Maybe sometimes skipping the rules is a good thing.

[still-not-over-transformers]

I’m genuinely disappointed at the lack of Predaking smut art and fics on the internet. Like… is there only a small category of ppl who get horny over not only a giant robot, but a giant robot that turns into a dragon? Also… NO art and few fics of him Fragging the reader or another character in beast form. Like….. tis’ a major disappointment.

[musicalmedli]

You Wanted This (Optimus/FReader)

Summary: Wanting a normal life, you left the base, but unfortunately your connection doesn’t make it easy. However, it does cause a certain confession to finally come.

Warning: Rated M (holoform human x female human, sexual content, minor language.)

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You Wanted This

“You wanted this,” he yelled in his deep baritone voice a short distance behind me.

I shook my head and continued walking, the lights of the bar I stepped out surrounding and piercing the darkness.

“You wanted this, a chance of a normal life away from the base. That is what you told your uncle,” he continued.

I clenched my hands into a tight fist before stopping and turning. He stood dressed in a midnight blue shirt with the sleeves rolled up, tattoos down his left arm listing his faction and role. Occasionally, lights would hint at the red and orange flames that decorated the shirt underneath or the belt that held his dark-washed jeans up. Behind him, I could see the blue auxiliary lights belonging to a specific semi-truck along with the field that held deep gouges from the previous battle.

“I know what I said,” I responded with a frustrated sigh. “I just….” I raised a hand to my head and let out a sigh instead of finishing my thought.

“You didn’t expect to be still associated with me,” he responded as he walked towards me and stopped, hands stuck in the pocket of his jeans. “You lived on base for how long, visited us in our hangar, and you thought they wouldn’t come after you?”

“I was just some random human woman,” I retorted back sharply before shaking my head and sighing.

I was forced to stop shaking my head when fingers gripped my chin. My breath hitched as I watched him lean forward. “You are not just some random human woman. You are the general’s daughter, yes, but you are also in a relationship with me.”

I scoffed, “Maybe I should have ended our relationship before leaving base.”

Bright blue eyes widened before narrowing, an arm wrapping around me before I was crushed to a hard chest. “You knew what you were getting into. My species does not separate as you humans do.”

“We are not even married,” I stated as I placed my hands on his chest, trying to push out of his grip.

“Maybe not in human terms, but I was courting you. I was planning on making you mine.”

“Why?” I asked sharply. “Why put up with me? Why do this with a human when I am sure you have females?”

“Because I fragging love you.”

I stopped pushing and stared at him, my eyes wide and my mouth partly opened. “What did you say?”

He smiled, “I said that I love you. Not an easy thing for me to say either, considering my role.”

I blinked slowly, “You love me, a human?”

“Yes.”

I don’t know who responded first, but our lips crashed against each other while my hand gripped his shirt tightly. He teased my bottom lip with his tongue, coaxing me to open. I slowly opened and moaned against his tongue as he dived in, dancing with my tongue as he claimed my mouth.

I felt as his hands dropped to my thighs, lifting me and wrapping my legs around his waist. We were moving while his mouth continued to dominate my own. I eventually felt the back of metal, his breath coming in deep pants as he sat me down. I looked up to see the semi-truck behind us. He was trying to open the door. It opened with a soft sound before my body was lifted once more and placed on the seat. He followed, closing the door. I heard the locks and saw the dimming of the lights as he nudged me to the back of the semi-truck and onto the sleeper bed.

I fell upon the soft material with him falling on me. His mouth was back on mine, his tongue diving in to dominate my own. His hands moved to cup my face as he pulled back to stare into my eyes.

“I fragging love you, and I plan to never lose you. You are mine,” he growled sharply before his mouth was on mine. His hands moved down my body, where he cupped my breasts through my shirt and bra. He moved his mouth to my jaw and then my neck, sucking on the living pulse.

His one hand slipped under my shirt, pushing my bra up. I hissed, arching against him. “Remove this,” he growled against my neck, pulling at my shirt. I sat up and grabbed the hem, pulling the shirt over my head. His mouth went straight to the skin between my breasts while his hand slipped behind me to undo the clasps.

“You are mine. You should have known this.” He growled against my breasts as he took one nipple into his mouth, teasing the harden bud with his teeth and tongue. He broke free to growl as he lathered my other breast. “Each fragging night I held you in my servo closed to my chassis. Each fragging night, I placed a soft kiss upon your head. Each fragging night, I had you with me. You should have fragging known.”

I moaned as he broke free from my other breast, his fingers digging into my hips as he trailed his lips down my stomach along my waist before stopping at my zipper and button of my pants. I was breathing hard. My lips swollen from our kisses while my eyes were heavy lidded from all the desire that was built inside me.

I watched as he knelt up, undoing the belt, button, and zipper quickly before pulling his shirt off. His tattoo of his faction and rank clear upon his arm. I knew I should have never left him. My instincts told me to stay, but I wanted a normal life. My eyes dropped down to where he was pulling my pants off, his eyes focused on mine before his lips were back on my own. He kissed me as he pulled my pants and panties off, throwing them towards the front. I heard as he removed his own before he broke the kiss to stare into my eyes.

“After tonight, you will be mine. We Cybertronians do not break a bond. We are bonded for life.”

I gasped sharply, my hands going to his shoulders as he thrusted in one quick movement, a deep groan escaping his lips. I felt as he stopped, letting me adjust glad that this wasn’t my first time. Eventually, I nodded. Bright blue eyes stared into mine, harsh to the point that his love shown through each time he moved. Deep thrusts claiming me as his. Mewls answering back as my heart raced, my breath gasped. I loved him. I always did, but I thought leaving would be best, a normal life would be easier. No, I was connected to him. I was truly lost and in love with him.

“I love you,” I gasped with each movement, our hips meeting each other. “I love you,” I said again as my hands grasped his face, pulling to meet my lips once more.

“You better,” he growled as he picked up pace. “Each time. You should have known.”

I gasped as my head fell back. The rolling of his hips as he picked up speed even more, finding that one spot. Even his breathing was coming out in rapid pants. Our ending arriving with one more deep thrust. I cried out his name, arching against him and trembling. He growled upon his finished, wrapping his arms tightly around me and kissing me hard and deep.

Within moments, he rolled, pulling me against him. My heart slowly started to settle along with my breath. I laid my hand upon his chest, feeling the imitation heart that pulsed like his spark. I looked up and swallowed hard. His eyes stared hard before he nodded. I smiled before resting against him. I was connected to them, to the Autobots, to their leader. I was connected to them because I fell in love with him, a Cybertronian, and he fell in love with me, a human woman.

END