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Small thing (just to refresh my stories):
Transformers x Ballerina!Reader.
The robot that just cannot imagine how incredibly beautiful you can be, your elegance in your move, the strength in your legs, your ability to balance these two things and make it look easy. The Autobot that tried to imitate you only to fall on his feet, laughing about how silly he was. The robot that viewed with concern your mangled feet, covered in bruises, blisters, and corns. And despite all, you kept on going on all day. Your dresses, the moves, the perfect hair, hide a warrior, and that's why he loves you.
And the the decepticon, the one that view the human as inferior, and yet there you are, the new autobot human friend. He had saw you once during a spy mission, he saw you on that stage and he saw…something.
You glide on the wooden stage; you weren't like those disgusting humans; you were a shining star that could make the world shy in embarrassment by how beautiful you can be. You're interesting; you made him curious about yourself. Good luck getting away from him.
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Farmhouse Rendezvous
Due to the humans betrayal, the Autobots remain separated from one another and forced into hiding.
Yet within the chaos Crosshairs remembers a time where he found unexpected refuge on a quiet farm—and in your arms, who offers him peace he never thought he deserved. As tension simmers into slow-burning romance, the fragile peace is shattered by familiar faces from your past. With secrets exposed and loyalties tested, Crosshairs must choose between retreating to survive or risking everything for the one human who made him feel alive. In the quiet before the storm, one truth remains—some sparks never fade.
Song Inspired: The Machine- Reed Wonder ft Aurora Olivas
Content: Events takes place a year before 'Transformers- Age of Extinction. Mild-Coarse Language. Slow Burn. Fluff/Smut. F receiving oral. Creampie. P in V. Autobot Crosshairs x F/Human Reader.
Word Count: 10K
"We-have to- stay!" Bumblebee's voice buzzed, his radio switching between stations as he squared up to Hound. "It's what- Optimus would- of wanted!"
"I don't remember anyone putting you in charge." Hound challenged, pushing the yellow scout away from him. "Just because you're soft on the meat-bags, doesn't mean we all are!"
Bee quickly caught his balance, avoiding of tumbling into the nearest boulder. "They're- just scared! Humanity is- capable of- so much- more!"
"Ah! They're assholes! The whole lot of them!-"
"Will you two pipe down!" Crosshairs snapped, barely looking over his shoulder as he cleaned the barrel of his blaster. "Can't bloody hear myself think."
"You thinking?" Hound briefly raised an optic ridge at Bumblebee, before turning back to Crosshairs. "Now that's dangerous."
An uncharacteristic silence radiated from the green Autobot. His shoulders slumped over causing his posture to slouch even more, his optics fixated upon the handle of his weapon. Cradling a pair of human-sized military dog tags within the palm of his servo. Staring at the unusual accessory with a sense of longing, a low sigh rumbling deep within his chest.
Hound studied his comrade's posture, "what's gotten under your plates?"
"Nothin..." Crosshairs' thumb trailed down the tags, as if he was caressing a lovers cheek. Before sheathing his blaster back into his back plates, his optics looking out at the horizon. The settling sun casting shadows over the desert landscape, while the colours of blue, orange and pink painted the sky. "Just... thinkin..."
One Year Ago
A low hiss escaped Crosshairs' lips as pain shot throughout his entire frame. Tightly pressing a servo against his mid-section, energon seeping between his digits with each step.
"Hound? Bumblebee? Come in- Ah!-"
Fucking humans! Damaging my comlink!
The distant sound of the military SUV's came to his audio receptors. A deep groan rumbled within his throat, forcing his already exhausted body to continue further into the rolling hills of the countryside. His optics scanning for something, anything that could potentially hide him as he towered over the treetops.
"Autobots?! Anyone?- Ah!"
---
The ground trembled beneath you, as something heavy thunderously fell against the hill just behind the trees of your ranch.
"Easy. Easy" your calming voice soothed, attempting to settle the spooked horses as their plowing came to a halt. "It's alright. You're alright."
What... was that? Your questioning gaze looked up at the boundary of your property line. It felt way too heavy for a fallen tree...
With the horses finally settled, you carefully and cautiously approached the tree line. Raising an eyebrow as the sound of painful groans filled the air.
"Holy... shit..."
Crosshairs' helm rolled to the side as he laid upon his back. His optics eyeing your approach with a mixture of caution and curiosity. His wrist flicking the barrel of his blaster in your direction, but his expression softens slightly as he sees your wide eyes fix upon his wounded side.
"Hold it right there!" his voice lined with a gravelly and tense tone, as a low growl escaped him. "What do you want?"
Far in the distance behind Crosshairs', the voices of the military filled the air. Your eyes flickered between their direction and the Autobot, as he pressed his servo harder against his mid-section.
If... the military is the cause of his injuries. Then... it's only a matter of time before they reach here... A sympathetic tug pulled upon your heartstrings, as you heard another painful groan escape Crosshairs. And they'll eliminate him for good...
"Autobot?... Or Decepticon?"
His skeptical gaze narrowed onto you. "Do these colours look like Decepticon scum to you?!-"
"Then come with me."
"And why should I trust you?" a hint of suspicion lined Crosshairs' tone, his optics studying you intently. "You could be leading me into a trap!"
"Cause, it's either you trust me. Or... go offline..."
The Autobot grinded his dentas, punching the ground in frustration and anger. "Fine!"
Crosshairs begrudgingly sheathed his blaster into his back plates. Struggling onto his knees as energon continued to weep between his digits. Fuel dripped and sputtered onto the grass, as it weeped out of the bullet holes all over his frame.
Crosshairs crawled over the tree line, knocking down branches and rusting half the leafs off. Pain ached through his frame, his systems ringing in his audio receptors as his levels closely reached critical.
"Come on! Come on!-"
"Will ya shut your trap! You try moving with your insides spilling out!" Crosshairs' annoyed gaze flickered towards you, as you quickly approached your horses. Raising an optic ridge, as you untied them from the plow. "W-What are you?-"
"Lay on your back. They'll pull you."
With another grind of his dentas, Crosshairs grudgingly laid down making sure his helm was close to the horses. His warily and sceptical gaze studied you, as if he tried to guess your intentions. His breath hitching in pain, as you tied the ropes to his shoulders. The Autobot tried to occasionally either put most of his weight upon his tires, or shuffle his pedes along the dirty field. In attempt to assist the horses in pulling his two tone weight.
---
Now hidden in the safety of your barn, untying the ropes around his shoulders, you released and encouraged the tired horses to rest in their stables at the back of the barn.
"Quick! Tell me your stats!"
"E-Energon levels... 57%... a-and falling." Crosshairs' muttered through clenched dentas, as he leaned heavily against the wall. Raising an optic ridge while watching you harshly kick away straw and hay, revealing a hidden trap door.
His gaze flickers within confusion and curiosity, as you pull out an old military duffle bag. Parts of him tensed up as the sound of metal tools clanged together, as you yanked it out from underneath the floorboards. His frame already trembling from the effort of sitting upright.
"What's all that stuff?"
You felt his suspicious gaze follow you drag the duffle bag towards his wound side. Ignoring his question you asked, "which fuel line is damaged?"
An annoyed huff escaped his lips, "it's the... primary energon cable. The one on my right side-ah! Damn thing's cut deep!"
Grasping the necessary tools while your thoughts calculated the damage. Tying your hair up as your eyes flickered up at him, "sounds like you need a manual repair." His optics slightly widened, as you removed your jacket, exposing your crop top. "I'm... gonna need to climb inside you."
"Are you outta your damn mind?!" Crosshairs' growled, his frame tensing up at the thought. "That's insane!. You're... a human! You... You can't climb inside me!-"
"Stay till and shut up! Keep pressure on that wound!" You snapped. Quickly approaching his right side, briskly removing the access panel just under his wound.
His optics flickered with discomfort as your hand lightly brushed against his sensitive inner circuits. Glancing down at you as to study your critical gaze.
"Hold on." You briefly met his gaze, your tone a bit more softer this time. "Things are... gonna get uncomfy for a moment."
Crosshairs' grumbled in protest as you carefully climbed inside him, causing his frame to hum and shudder as you squeezed between his wires and cables. Feeling every movement you made, while trying to reach the inside of his wounded circuits.
Your eyes widened as you saw the damaged cable. Multiple puncture wounds pierced through the wire, causing blue energon to sweep through the cracks of his metal plating and drip over his digits. More dripped down his inner circuits. Carefully pulling the tools you shoved into your jean pockets, you started patching up the cable. Attempting to avoid energon getting onto your hands.
The green Autobot shivered as you pressed yourself against his inner circuits, causing a jolt of a... almost pleasurable sensation run throughout his entire body every time you breathed. Feeling every feathered touch, every stuttle movement. Both sensations surprisingly not uncomfortable and... oddly... intermate.
His optics rolled, as he gently rested his helm against the wall. Th-This shouldn't feel-
"Stats!" you called from the inside. Frustration lining your tone as another leakage pooled out of the cable.
"43% a-and... falling."
Shit! If I don't get this fixed soon, he'll be close to critical levels! A heavy sigh escaped your slightly parted lips. Damn it... looks like I'm just gonna have to-
Crosshairs' flinched as your sudden scream filled his internals, the sound like a piercing shockwave throughout his frame. His optics widening as he felt your hand clamp around his broken cable.
"What are you doing in there?! You're burning yourself!"
"I-I'm fine! Just... shut up and keep still!" biting your bottom lip, as you attempted to hold back hisses of pain. Tears pricked at the corners of your eyes, as the blue energon spluttered against your skin. Burning your palm, fingers and the back of your knuckles, as your free hand continued to fix the cable.
"You're hurting yourself, damn it! Stop!" his gruff voice was laced with a hint of worry.
Crosshairs felt the tremors within your wounded hand, as it remained clamped upon his broken cable. The sensation causing his internals to hum in response. His audio receptors picking up your pained gasps, and the soft pitter-patter of your tears falling onto his metal frame.
His spark only stopped aching once your grip released the cable, a heavy sigh of relief escaping him, his internals relaxing once the sensation of your touch disappeared.
"Stats!" you hissed in pain, carefully climbing back out of him.
"Energon levels, 36% and steady." his gruff tone muttered. Optics flickering at your burned hand, noticing the red rawness appearing upon your fingers and knuckles. "Damn it... look what you've done to yourself."
"I-I'm fine." Pain lined your tone as you spoke through your teeth. Cradling your injured hand close to your chest, brushing tears away from your cheeks with your free hand. "I... need to weld you close."
"You're not fine. You've burned you damn hand! Let me see it-"
"I-I ah! Need to get my welding equipment. It's in my shed-"
You flinched as Crosshairs reached out and rested his servo in front of you, blocking your attempt to walk away. "You're not going anywhere! You can't weld my frame closed with one hand. Just... let me see it."
You tried to give him a convincing smile, "not the first time I welded with one hand. Won't be the last."
His optics narrowed at you in annoyance, "that... doesn't make it any better."
Crosshairs gaze softened as you hesitantly held out your injured hand, as a sigh of defeat escaped you. Sitting himself up right again, cradling your hand upon the pad of his index digit. "Shit... You really did a number on yourself."
A weak smile came to your lips, "not the first time I got burnt by energon."
His optics flickered at you with a questionable gaze, as he used his thumb to spray antiseptic upon your hand. A low irritated growl rumbled within his throat, his optics trailing down your neck and resting upon your necklace.
"Those dog tags... they're military." His gruff tone dripping with irritation. "You work for them... don't you?"
"I did... but... that was a long time ago."
"What you mean... 'did'?" he raised an optic ridge. A underlying hint of curiosity hid within his voice. "You're... no longer a soldier?"
You nervously licked your lips. "I... was... discharged when N.E.S.T was forced to shut down."
Crosshairs pause, "N.E.S.T...? I've... heard of them. The military division that once worked with us. So... you were a part of that?"
"Yeah. See?" reaching for your tags, showing the Autobot your name and rank engraved upon the stainless steel. "Lieutenant Echo... well, 'Echo' was just a nickname. It's just Y/N now. But like I said..." you tucked the tags back into your cleavage. "That was a long time ago. You got a name?"
"Crosshairs... and just because it's been a 'long time.' Doesn't mean I trust you."
You slowly nod, "I understand. With this civil war happening between our species, why would you trust me?" you flashed him a warm smile. "But... I just hope you'll trust me enough to nurse you back to health."
A small scoff came from him, "I don't trust you at all! But..." his gaze slightly softened, his spark slightly relaxing at the sight of your smile. "But you did help fix my energon leak... I've give you that."
You both looked at your injured hand, noticing how the antiseptic begun to take affect, already healing the burn. Causing your skin to be less red and agitated.
"Does it... hurt?" Crosshairs' tone was slightly... quieter. His voice still holding it's usual gruff but, with a more softer edge.
"No, it's getting better." Your smile became a little warmer, as your hand fell back to your side. "Are... you ok?"
"I'm fine... That energon leak was the only thing in danger of taking me offline."
"Any other damages?"
Crosshairs paused for moment, his optics flickering as he ran a quick self-diagnostic check. But only resulting to him shaking his helm, and gesturing various parts of his frame. "Minor cosmetic damages. Nothing too serious... I've been through worse."
"Have you tried contacting the Autobots?"
An annoyed sigh slipped out of him, "I haven't... been able to reach anybody. It's busted. Either that, or the pesky military assholes have put some jamming signal in the area, so I can't reach anyone."
"It's most likely busted. My ranch is on the outskirts of a nature reserve. There's nobody around for miles."
Crosshairs tilt his head as he listened to your explanation. His optics flickering with surprise and curiosity. Occasionally glancing around your barn and peeking out of the window.
"A nature reserve, eh?" He muttered but intrigue lining his voice. "That would explain why it's so quiet around here."
"It's peaceful. Away from people, it's how I like it." You spoke with a smile. "Plus, I live alone so you don't need to worry about anyone snooping in the barn... I'm happy to see if I can try and fix your com-link. But I need to weld your wounds closed first."
Crosshairs grunts in agreement,"fine. Just... try not to hurt yourself again while fixing me up... I can't have you burning yourself every time you touch me." Although his voice was reluctant, a hint of concerne lined his gruff voice.
His spark fluttered slightly as his optics drunk in your soft smile.
"Don't worry. I'll be careful." You spoke while packing up your tools and shoving them back into the military duffle bag. Kicking it back into the trap door under the barn's floorboards. "My welding equipment is in the shed. I won't be long."
Crosshairs sat alone for a brief moment, his optics roaming around the spacious barn as a heavy breath left him. His wary gaze looked down at his wound mid-section, tracing over the bullet holes through his metal frame.
This better not take long. I have to get back to the others!
The sound of your footsteps caught his attention, his optics flickering at you as he watched your approach. Just about struggling to carry the equipment you dragged beside you.
Gotta stay on guard. She could pull any dirty trick at any given time! Your soft gaze and warm smile made his spark skip a beat. Heat gently rose beneath his face plates. But then again... she is repairing me...
"You... really think you can fix my com-link?... Those guys really damaged me good."
"Honestly... I won't know till I have a look at it. But... I'm sure between us, we'll be able to figure something out." Your voice remained it's calm and gentle tone. As a hint of concern flashed across your features, looking up at Crosshairs once finishing setting up your equipment. "How... did you caught up with the military anyway?'
"Damn bastards ambushed me." Crosshairs grumbled, annoyance and anger flashing across his optics. "They were setting up some kind of operation, and I stumbled right into it! They got the jump on me before I could transform or retaliate."
A sad sigh escaped your lips, pulling your goggles over your eyes. "Sounds like the squadron that's been tasked to specifically hunt Cybertronians."
"They had those military grade energon dampers all around the place!" A small hiss escaped Crosshairs as he begun to feel your torch melt his frame close. "I couldn't transform or activate any of my weapons. I was totally defenseless! Humans are getting too damn crafty for their own good!"
"That's... because those who were with N.E.S.T... ure now apart of that task force."
Crosshairs glanced down at you, his audio receptors picking up the underlying sadness within your tone. But it didn't stop his servos clenching into fists, as anger rose within his chest.
"You mean to tell me... that the very people who worked with us. Are now the ones responsible for hunting us?!" a hint of disbelief could be heard within his growling voice.
The green Autobot grit his dentas, wincing while you worked. The heat from the torch seeping into his frame. Despite the pain, he tried to remain focused upon the convocation.
"How the hell did it come to this? Why would humans turn on us like this? And why would the N.E.S.T agents simply go along with it?!"
"Because... the government got scared of you Autobots. The destruction of cities. How your war with the Decepticons followed you to our planet. Not liking the fact that Optimus only shared a portion of your guys technology. The list goes on." A heavy sigh escaped you, sadness swelling within your heart. "But... it's all bullshit if you'd asked me."
"Damn humans!" Crosshairs gruff tone muttered, his tone full of disdain. "They're always so scared of what they don't understand. Just because we brought... some destruction with our war, doesn't make us the 'bad guys.' And those assholes in N.E.S.T... are just as bad! Playing both sides and betraying us like that!"
"Well..." Putting out your torch and removing your goggles, your gaze wondering over Crosshairs form. Double checking for any further wounds, "you guys will always have me."
As he gazed at your smile, his optics flickered as a strange pang of something soft and tender hits his spark. Crosshairs held his gaze, almost like he's searching for any hint of deception or insincerity. But... he finds none. Only replying with a grunt as his expression softens just slightly.
"You're... different from other humans." Although his voice kept it's gruff tone, his words were noticeably warmer. "Most of the humans we've encountered are either scared or hostile. But you... you're something else."
A sweet chuckle escaped your lips, "careful. Keep complimenting me like that, and I might just fall in love with you."
Crosshairs felt a strange heat creep into his frame as you chuckled. Something new and strange fluttering through his circuits. His wide-eyed stare simply watching you pack away your welding equipment, and placing it aside. His processors still spinning, as he tried to attempt to figure out his emotions. Your flirtatious joke causing him to pause, as surprise and embarrassment flashed a crossed his features.
"As if, human." He muttered, but his voice lacked the usual sharpness. "I'm... just stating a fact. Don't get cocky!"
Your eyes roamed over his form, a sweet smile tugging your lips as he avoided eye contact with you. "Sure... whatever you say."
The sunrays of dusk caught your attention, as the pink, orange and blue sky framed your barn window.
"Sorry Crosshairs, but is it alright if I take a look at your com-link tomorrow? It's getting late and I still have a few things to do around the ranch."
"Fine..." His reluctant tone sighed.
A strange spark of warmth ran through his circuits, as you placed a comforting touch to the back of his servo, accompanied with a soft kiss to his knuckles. The gentle caress of your fingers against his digits send an unfamiliar wave of emotions coursing throughout his frame.
The Autobot grunts. Still trying to maintain his usual gruff demeanor, but your words. Your touch melts something in his spark.
"Goodnight Crosshairs."
Crosshairs watched you close lock up the barn, leaving him alone in the quiet. The sound of horses settling in their stables for the night, the small barn owl up in the rafters rustling its feathers. He took a moment to process the strange and unfamiliar emotions swirling within his spark.
As the night grew quieter, Crosshairs settled back against the wall. Trying to ignore the lingering sensations of your touch and kiss.
The Next Morning
Sitting upon the ground, leaning his back struct against the large, circular hay stack which you perched a top of.
Crosshairs glanced around the field, taking in the open space and the clear sky. The sound of the wind rustling through the grass and the occasional bird call created a comfortable atmosphere. Slowly shifting his attention towards you, his gruff exterior faltering more, at the sight of your exhausted yet satisfied expression.
"So... you do all this... by yourself? Every day?" His tone still had it's soft gruff tone, but with a tinge with a hint of admiration.
"Uh-huh... Took me a while to get used to the routine, and there was some challenges. But... I'm kinda used to it by now."
His soft whistle filled the air, a flicker of respect softening his optics. "I gotta hand it to you, human... you're tougher than you look. Running this place all alone, it takes guts-"
"Y/N..." your soft tone interrupted him. Your warm smile never faltering. "The name's Y/N... and, thank you..."
"Y/N..." your name almost felt strange upon his glossa, but also igniting a small zap of affection within his spark. "How long have you been running this place?"
"Hmm...." your soft gaze looked out at the field in thought. "Five years now."
Crosshairs raised an optic ridge in surprise, another low impressed whistle came from him. As he shifted his position, turning for slightly towards you. "What made you decide to take on this place all on your own?"
"It was... passed down to me from my folks when they passed." Your eyes flickered towards the ground, a small ache tugging upon your heart. Causing your smile to fade, "I... knew it would be a struggle running this place on my own. But... I... didn't have the heart to sell it."
Crosshairs expression saddened for a moment, as he watched you look back out to the ranch. A mixture of pride, sadness and determination flashing across your features. Hesitation temporarily stole his words, while outstretching a servo towards you. The tips of his digits gently patting your back, as a weak smile came to him. "Hey... you're holding onto this place out of love... that's admirable."
"Glad one of us thinks so."
His spark clenched slightly, as the Autobot saw the hint of pain behind your weak smile.
Shit. This emotional stuff is way out of my depth... W-What can I even say that would provide comfort? Damn! For once I wish Drift was here! He'd know what to say...
"Well... somebody's gotta appreciate your stubborn determination."
With your laughter filling his audio receptors, a warm glow filled Crosshairs' internal circuits. A faint smile upon your soft lips, as you looked at him again.
"You're a tough one, aren't you? Running this place all by yourself, dealing with raging bulls and annoying Autobots, like me."
"It's... nice to have some company for a change."
His spark fluffered, as he quickly averted his gaze. Attempting to control the warmth which steadily rose to his face plates. Oh great. Just what I need... a human growing fond me...
"Come on..." You spoke with a smile. "Let's head back to the barn. I did promise to take a look at your comlink..."
---
"Fuck..."
A low sigh of frustration escaped you, as you knelt upon the barn floor. Your eyes studying the fired wires and broken circuit boards, as Crosshairs allowed you to examine his comlink, beneath the plates of his forearm.
"Primus, damn thing is fried!" Crosshairs muttered, running a quick diagnostic scan. Sitting cross-legged upon the floor. "Any chance you'll know how to fix this, Y/N?
"Three wires and two of your main circuit boards needs to be completely replaced-"
"Great... So, basically, I need a whole new comlink, huh?"
"Yeah, Ratchet's gonna need to help you with that one... but... I might have something that can temporarily botch it."
Crosshairs raised an optic ridge, as his confused gaze watched you approach the trap door which was hidden beneath the barn's floor boards.
"Back at N.E.S.T, I helped patch up the Autobots a couple of times." You explained while shoving your duffle bag aside, pulling out a large and heavy cardboard box. "And... over my time in the military, I... kinda collected their old parts."
"Autobot... parts? You've... been hoarding these?" intrigue lined his tone, as Crosshairs curious gaze watched you return with the box. Settling it between the pair of you.
"Once I had the approval from Ratchet and Optimus, of course. But yeah... I've got a whole bunch of Cybertronian stuff hidden under these floor boards-"
"Why... have you kept them...?"
A small chuckle left your lips, as you opened the box. "It's... a bad habit I got from my dad. He used to fill the attic with random boxes filled with old junk. And if you'd ever asked him why, he'd always say 'just in case.'"
Crosshairs let out a gravelly chuckle, leaning a little more forwards, his expression softer. "Sounds like your old man had a point." You noticed the hint of a smile tugging upon his lips, "can't count how many times scrap parts or junkyard finds saved our sorry asses during the war."
The pair of you rummaged through the box, occasionally picking up an item or two and studying it before chucking it back in the box.
"Some of this stuff is rusty as." Crosshairs took a couple of components, holding them up to the light. "I'm honestly not sure how useful these old parts are going to be-"
"We just need something to get a signal for a couple of moments-" your voice trailed into silence, as you pulled out an old, crumpled photo. Raising an eyebrow and tilting your head in curiosity, while carefully unfolding it.
With his interest piqued, the Autobot's optics scanned the photo. "What's that?"
"It's... me back at N.E.S.T... with my friends..." your tone was filled with nostalgia but low. A sad smile tugging at your lips, holding up the photo to Crosshairs.
His optics scanned the picture, taking in the details of you in your military uniform. Your warm smile reflecting the more innocent and carefree moment, as Bumblebee perched you upon his shoulder. His blue optics shining with happiness, as your head rested upon the side of his helm. A smug grin stretching across Ironhide's face plates, as he carefully leaned near you, holding up an impressive weapon. While Ratchet begrudging smile clearly showed his reluctance. A chuckle came to Crosshairs, as his gaze flickered towards Optimus in the background. The Prime pausing in the middle of the military hanger, an confused expression upon his face plates.
"Damn..." Crosshairs spoke with a faint smile, "you looked good in that uniform."
"Oh shut up, you charmer."
A suttle warmth slowly begun to build within his frame, as you playfully punched his knee. His spark pulsing through his wires, as his optics soaked in your flirtatious smile. A playful smirk teased the corners of his lips, once noticing the small dust of pink coating your cheeks.
"Hey... I'm just calling it like I see it." His tone teased, "you sure knew how to wear a uniform, soldier."
Bringing the photo close again, tears begun to prick the corner of your eyes. A lump forming in your throat, reading the blotchy, faded ink. "To our darling, Lieutenant Echo... from your Autobots..."
"Lieutenant Echo... that was your rank... wasn't it?" his tone was much softer now, a hint of respect and sympathy lining the edge of his voice.
You hesitated for a moment, just simply answering with a slow nod before finding your voice. "Yes... 'Echo' was just a silly nickname Bumblebee gave me. After a while... it just sticked... in the end, nearly all of the Autobots called me it."
A small chuckle escaped Crosshairs, "it's... a cute nickname. I can picture Bee coming up with something like that."
"Yeah well... nobody's called me that in years." You gave Crosshairs a weak smile, brushing the tears away from your cheeks before tucking the photo into your jean pocket.
Crosshairs' servo curled into a relaxed fist, placing a gentle knuckle of his index digit under your chin. Brining your soft gaze up to his optics once again. "Well... Echo... I know for a fact. That Bee and the others miss you- probably more than you miss them."
His spark skipped a beat, as you give him that warm, beautiful smile that he secretly loved.
With both your faces feeling warm, and shy smiles tugging upon your lips. Your attention quickly returned to the box of parts, after a couple of minutes, Crosshairs pulled out a small, slightly rusted but still operational circuit board.
"This... might work." he grumbled as he looked it over, still trying to shake off the awkwardness from earlier. " It's not a perfect match... but it should get a signal to the others."
Gently plucking the piece from his servo, you studied the piece. Nodding in agreement.
"Alright... let's see if this piece of junk will do the trick." Crosshairs extended his wrist again, retracting his plates once again. Resting his servo upon his knee, giving you easier access to his comlink as you raised onto your feet.
The Autobot watched intently as you swapped out the circuit board and tinker with his wires. Disconnecting, reconnecting and rearranging cables and wires. Hope and relief flickered across his optics, as the sound of his comlink crackling to life.
"Quickly! Give that a try." Your excited tone edged him.
Taking a moment to compose himself, Crosshairs' optics flickered with anticipation as he flipped through the channels. Hesitating for moment, before speaking into his comlink. "Uh... Autobots...? It's Crosshairs, do you copy...?"
A few moments of static passed, then "C-Crosshairs...?"
A small smile came to you as you watched his face light up with a mixture of relief and surprise. "Hound, you old bastard! It's good to hear your voice!"
A broken chuckle came from Hound, "sound off. Where's your aft at?"
"Currently sitting in the middle of nowhere." Crosshairs voice was laced with a mixture of sarcasm and amusement. "Patching up my injured aft with scraps and parts."
"Damage stats?"
"External damages' not too bad. But I've got a few busted wires and some faulty cabling. Gonna need a full tune-up once I'm back with Ratchet."
"Negative. We still... haven't found, Ratchet. But... Drift will try his best to tune ya."
W-What...? Ratchet's missing? You clenched a hand over your heart, as your worried gaze met Crosshairs'.
"What do you mean you haven't found Ratchet?!" Crosshairs concerned tone came across harsher than he intended.
"Sh-Shit's hit the ceiling since the humans have started hunting us." Although Hound's voice cracked over the comlink, the pain and hurt within his tone was clearly heard. "We... had to separate. We... still haven't heard any word from Optimus-"
Optimus?! Ratchet?! silent tears rolled down your cheeks. What's going on?... a dull ache saddened your heart. Making it sink deeper into your chest.
"Damn... things are going from bad to worse!" Crosshairs firm tone snapped you out of your daze. "And no-one's able to reach Prime or Ratchet?! This shit is getting ridiculous!"
"S-Signal's... shit, Cross... Bee and Drift is with me. O-Our location is 100 klicks outside of Las Vega's. Temporarily base is hidden in the rocky formations along Route 66-"
Crosshairs hung his head low, a frustrated sigh escaping him as the comlink suddenly went back to static.
"Hey... hey. Don't cry." He gently placed the tip of his index digit under your chin, his servo curling into a relaxed fist as you looked up at him through watery eyes. "We'll find Prime and Ratchet. They're out there, somewhere, Echo. Waiting for us to rescue them."
Taking a deep breath, attempting to compose yourself, forcing a weak smile, "well... I donno about you, but... I think a good ride and some fresh air would do us some good."
Crosshairs watched you put the old cardboard box back under the trap door. Noticing the weak smile upon your soft lips, hearing the hint of worry and concern within your words.
"A... ride, hmm?" he thoughtfully questioned. "Well... since you're up for it. I could take you for a spin."
Crouching down closer to the ground, Crosshairs' plates shifted and whirled as he changed into his altmode. Your smile growing a little wider, as he rolled out of the barn in his sleek, green and black Corvette Stingray. His paint job gleaming in the early afternoon sun, revving his engine with a loud, proud pur.
"That... never gets old."
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The pur and rumble of Crosshairs' engine filled his interior, as you rest your forehead against the passenger window. Your soft gaze watching the fields and hills surrounding your ranch steadily roll by. The comfortable silence filled the Autobot's sensors with the sense of contentment, allowing himself to soak up moment as his scanners occasionally flickered at your peaceful expression.
"Turn right into this field." Your gentle tone interrupted the purring engine, as you lightly tapped the window.
With one smooth motion his altmode effortlessly turned into an open field, his tires softly crunching against the grass and dirt.
"See that hill? Park yourself at the bottom. I wanna show you something."
Crosshairs rolled to a gentle stop at the base of the hill, the passenger door automatically swung open for you.
"You can show yourself. Nobody's around." Your soft tone encouraged while stepping out of his altmode, gesturing for the Autobot to follow you up the hill.
After a moment of hesitation, his scanners and sensors ensuring that nobody was around. Crosshairs walked out of his altmode, his metal plates shifting and sliding into place with a whirring and clicking of hydraulics. Returning to his full height, joining you atop of the hill, speechlessly following your gaze as you perched yourself upon a large boulder.
Off in the distance, your ranch was nicely nestled among the trees and fields. The early afternoon sunlight filtered through the trees, casting shadows and playing with the light across the valley. The mountains far beyond created a natural frame, making the ranch look almost picture-perfect.
A low whistle escaped Crosshairs, as he couldn't help but be awestruck by the peaceful and tranquil beauty of it all. A rare moment of calm and serenity compared to his life full of combat.
"Beautiful..."
"Whenever I felt stressed, frustrated or overwhelmed. My mum would always bring me here, we'd ride on horseback trying to beat the sunset. And... when we reached here, she'd tell me to just look at this." A small smile came to your lips. "And she'd say, 'no matter what bullshit life throws at you. Always know that it will pass. For nothing can bother you for too long, when you have this as your peace.'..
"I can see why she'd say that... it's kinda breathtaking." A contempt sigh escaped Crosshairs as he lowered himself to the ground. Shifting his seating position to be closer to you. "Your ranch... it's been in your family for a long time, hasn't it? Y'know... passed down through generations and all that."
His optics flickered towards you, watching you sit in thought for a brief moment. "I... think so...? Apparently, my grandfather brought the land. But the ranch was built by my parents."
"Must be nice... having a place like this, that's been in the family so long. To have roots..."
You raised a curious brow, sensing a hint of sadness in Crosshairs' words. "Don't... you have roots?"
He hesitated for a moment, his optics gazing back out at the scenery before him. "Roots? No, not really. I mean us- Cybertronians- we were created, not born. We don't... don't really have 'families' like you humans do." A low scoff escaped, as he spat out the last words like poison. "Hell, we don't even have a home planet anymore."
A small ache tugged upon your heartstrings, your gaze softening as you reached out for him. Shifting your position atop of the boulder, which slightly brought to his shoulders.
"Well Crosshairs... for what it's worth. You and the Autobots will always be apart of my family. And... I know everything's gone to shit right now, but... as long as I have this ranch... you guys will always have a home."
Slightly turning his helm towards you, sadness and stubbornness flashed across his optics. Looking down at your gentle touch upon his shoulder. Your words slowly sinking into his processors, feeling warmth and a... odd sensation pulse through his spark.
"You... You shouldn't just go saying things like that, y'know..." His gruffness returned to his tone of voice, but his words had a bit more choke. "We're warriors, we don't need a 'home base' like this..."
"Everyone needs a place to call home, Crosshairs-"
"A 'home base' is nothing more than a simple place, where we lick our wounds and plan operations. None of this... sentimental nonsense."
"You're one tensed Autobot, aren't you?" Raising an eyebrow, crossing your arms.
A small scoff escaped his lips, "I just don't believe in getting emotional over something so insignificant. That's all." Crosshairs raised an optic ridge as his sensors felt you shuffle around behind him. "What you up to...?"
Settling yourself behind him, shuffling closer to the boulder's edge. As you carefully slipped your fingers in between his shoulder plates, you felt Autobot involuntarily stiffen, as your fingertips started to caress his cables and wires. A smile coming to your lips, as his frame shivered under your touch.
"Hey! What-" but Crosshairs' protests dies in his throat, as his vocal processor let out a small purr.
Your smile widened slightly, watching his optics flicker as your fingers continued to gently caress his inner cables.
The sensation caused his frame to shiver again, a low involuntary rumble-pur escaping from his engine. Despite his best efforts of trying to keep his usual cool, aloof demeanor. But there was no denying the effect your touch was having on him. Crosshairs could feel the tension within his frame softening, the rigid defensive stiffness starting to melt away as your fingers gently explored him.
A low moan of satisfaction escaped him, as your soft scratching against his sensitive wires and cables sent ripples throughout his neural network. Causing his spark to pulse quicker within his circuitry, like small firecrackers bursting with excitement.
You looked down at him with a sweet smile, as he gradually leaned into your touch. A small warmth erupted the butterflies within your stomach, as his optics flickered up towards you. His expression a mixture of surprise and... dare Crosshairs admit... pleasure.
A small chuckle tickled your throat as you watched Crosshairs' optics rolled into the back of his helm. Your heart skipped a beat, as you felt the suttle pulsing vibrations of his spark. His frame slightly relaxing more as your touch continued to caress his inner cables.
The Autobot adjusted his position as he continued to lean more into your touch. Allowing your fingers trace a path over his shoulders and down towards his chassis, as he leaned his helm back a little further. Now slightly resting against the boulder, positioning himself in between your legs.
A small coat of pink dusted your cheeks, as the sound of Crosshairs' engine purred softly in response to your touch. Gentle warmth coming to your features, and a wider smile teasing the corners of your lips. As you watched the usually gruff, stoic Autobot unable to hide the pleasure you're having on him. His optics flickering slightly, as his expression betrayed the hint of vulnerability.
F-Fuck... P-Primus-
"Fast...? Or slow?"
The sound of your soothing tone pulled Crosshairs out of his thoughts, his optics flickering up towards you for a moment. Swallowing a lump in his throat, as his vocal processor giving another involuntary rumble before responding. "S-Slower... please..."
Y-Yeah... like that...
A soft sigh escaped him, as his optics fluttered shut for a moment, as your fingers continued to slowly caress his cables. His frame shuddering in response to your touch running in circular motion against cross-wires and intersections of his cables.
The sensation was gentle and controlled, sending small sparks of pleasure through his circuitry. A low, rumbling growl of content comes from his engine, as he leaned further back against the rock. Allowing himself to surrender to your feathered touch.
His servo's grips the dirt beneath him, as your fingers plucked and entangled themselves with his cords. Gently pulling and fiddling with them like strings on a guitar, sending small sparks of warmth and excitement pulsing through his frame and into his spark.
"Feel better?"
Crosshairs' frame was still thrumming with sensation, as your hands slowly trail up and away from his chassis. The feeling of your touch upon his cables and wires left him feeling more relaxed than he's been in a long, long time.
"Y-Yeah... yeah." his voice was quieter, more... sincere than usual. Devoid of its usual cocky and snarky tone, he sat up straighter, his frame no longer tensed and guarded. As he looked down at you with a sense of... warmth in his optics.
A moment of comfortable silence passed between you, the only sound of the suttle breeze swaying through the leafs. Allowing the golden glow of dusk sweep through the branches, almost highlighting the pair of you in a romantic light.
"Can we... have a photo?" A small shy tone hid behind your words, a small dust of pink still coating your cheeks. As a warm smile teased your lips, "I'd like to... have something to remember you by."
His optics momentarily widened at your request. A... photo? Never in his life would he have expected a human to ask for something like that. But... there's something about the way you looked at him. The sincerity in your eyes... Crosshairs slowly nods. A small, crooked smile tugging upon his lips, as he watched you stand up upon the boulder. Gesturing for him to come closer, pulling out your phone and setting it to 'selfie-mode.'
Kneeling towards the ground, his massive frame towering over as he positions himself within frame. The sight is almost comical, his bulky, mechanical form somewhat kneeling next to your small, curvy frame.
Your heart fluttered as you quickly turn away from the camera, briefly closing your eyes while planting a soft kiss upon his cheek. Leaving the Autobot completely caught off guard, as the camera flashes just as he feels the gentle touch, capturing the moment. Crosshairs looked down at you, his expression a mix of surprise and... something almost vulnerable. A flicker of a smile playing on both of your lips.
Pulling away from him and looking back at your screen, a chuckle escaping you, as his expression in the photo was priceless. A mixture of surprise and... affection shining in his optics. His usual tough, badass demeanor completely melted away in the moment, replaced by something almost endearing. As your free hand caressed his cheek, a smile hiding behind your kiss. With the golden dusk glow creating beautiful highlights in your hair and along his paint.
The Next Day- Late Afternoon
Crosshairs rest his back against one of the nearby trees outside the barn, watching you with a smirk as you attempt to try on his goggles. The sound of your laughter like a sweet melody to his audio receivers, crossing his arms over his chassis, as amusement flickered across his optics.
"You look ridiculous in those, y'know Toots?" his words held a tinge of affection, within his teasing tone.
The sight of your petite frame completely engulfed by the accessory. It was absurd, yet... the warmth within his spark couldn't help but find it adorable.
"No. No, wait. I think I've got it this time- oof!-"
A sudden burst of laughter escaped the Autobot, as you helplessly fell onto the grass.
"Hey, careful now." He spoke between chuckles, pushing himself away from the tree. "Those goggles weren't made for clumsy humans."
Your sweet laughter still ringing like a sweet melody, as you laid upon your back. Greeting the green Autobot with a loving smile, while he knelt beside you. His digits deftly worked to free you from the entangled mess of straps and lenses. Despite his usual gruff demeanor, there's a hint of concern as he looked down at you, sprawled out on the grass.
"You ok, Toots?"
Your chuckles and simple nod was enough to ease his aching spark. Letting out a relieved sigh while his shoulders relaxed.
"I'm tougher than you think, y'know." You spoke with a wide smile.
"Oh, I know you're tough. But you're still petite and fragile. Can't have you hurting yourself again, can we?"
"Not all of us can be made out of metal, like you Cybertronians."
A small chuckle escaped his lips, "true. But being made of metal has it's perks, we don't get broken and battered, as easily as you humans do. Plus... we Cybertronians look damn good when we're a bit battered."
Your admiring gaze followed Crosshairs' servos, as he gestured to his healed injuries. Cockily showing off his almost flawless green paint-job. "Yea... you do."
A flirtatious smile tugged upon the corners of his lips, "you're just saying that cause you like the tough, rugged look."
"What can I say? It suits you." Your words held a cheeky tone, while tucking your hands behind your head.
Another chuckle escaped Crosshairs, as he carefully settled upon his side. Propping himself up onto his elbow, resting the side of his helm upon the knuckles of his servo. His optics soaking in your soft features and warm smile. "And here I thought you enjoyed those 'pretty boy' types."
His affectionate, yet mocking tone caused your smile to grow slightly wider. Your eyes flickered up towards him, as your free hand ran a feathered touch upon his forearm.
"Na, those types don't do anything for me. I like my men..." your flirtatious gaze subtly roamed over his emerald green frame. "A bit more... rough around the edges."
Rolling onto your side, back facing Crosshairs, you started fiddling with the wild daisies within the grass. Not realizing that your denim shorts rose a little higher, exposing the curves of your ass.
Crosshairs swallowed the butterflies that entangled his wires, his optics roaming over your frame, drinking in the sight of your curves and how you almost sprawled out among the wildflowers. A strange, unfaminular feeling of warmth bloomed within his spark chamber, as he leaned in closer. Shifting plates and whirling gears filled the air, his frame coming slighter more to your height.
A silent gasp escaped your lips, once feeling the cool metal of his servo caressed your thigh, trailing up towards your ass.
Crosshairs couldn't help but slightly pause for a moment as you pushed your ass more against his touch. His throat oddly feeling dry, swallowing the butterflies once more, as he gently squeezed the curve of your ass, thumb rubbing in a soothing motion.
His systems slowly begun to heat up, when your soft moans filled his audios. You shifted slightly as he kissed and nuzzled the back of your thigh, rough calloused digits gently massaging you. The tips of his digits tracing your hip and waist, feeling your soft, warm skin beneath his touch. A part of him couldn't get enough, your warmth, your soft delicate frame, your very presence making his spark throb-
"Crosshairs!"
The moment your surprised yelp reached his audios, the Autobot froze, his optics widening once seeing his bite mark bruise the curve of your ass.
Sh-Shit... My kiss is...
"Sorry... Sorry I..." his voice was gruff and uncertain. As he gently rubbed the small bite mark on your ass, attempting to soothe the slight sting.
Yet when he met your gaze, your expression made his spark flutter. Looking over your shoulder, soft eyes meeting the Autobot's gaze, a shade of pink dusting your cheeks. As the gentle breeze carried your whispered plea, "a-again..."
A strange shiver of excitement shot throughout Crosshairs frame, his servo absent mindedly squeezing your ass. "Again...?"
With the subtle nod of your head, and purposely moving your hips which caused your denim shorts to ride up a little more, Crosshairs' breath escaped him in a rugged gasp. His grip upon your thigh digging into your skin slightly, with the last strain of his self-control snapping like a rubber band. Crosshairs quickly leaned down, pressing a soft kiss upon your ass before biting down again.
Crosshairs satisfied groan muffled against your skin, his desire growing more intense with each passing moment. His servo caressing your hip and thigh, as he continued to leave love bites across the curve of your ass, and up towards your lower back.
The green Autobot pulled away as you rolled onto your back. Butterflies entangling his wires even more, electric volts surged throughout his frame like fire crackers, as his spark thummed within it's chamber. His optics meeting your flushed expression.
His servos gently pushed your legs apart, his touch rough yet tender as Crosshairs slowly lowered himself between your legs. A low purr rumbled deep within his engine, as your breathless gasp reached his audios. Your legs slightly trembled beneath his touch, your back arching in response to his kisses that trailed up your inner thigh. Leaving the feeling of warmth and teasing nips, as he moved closer to your core.
"You humans and these pesky fabrics!-"
Your eyes widened, his name slipping from your mouth with the blush upon your cheeks deepening. Your heartbeat slightly spiking, once feeling his index digit hook into the seam of your shorts, and effortlessly taring away the denim from your clothed core.
Another growl rumbles from the green Autobot, as you shivered under his touch, the soft gasp of his name fueling his desire. A warmth begun to build within your abdominem, his glossa slowly circling around your clit as he took in the sweet scent of your arousal.
That's it, baby. Dig those fingers into my helm! Show me where you want it! Where this glossa of mine can please you, like no other can!
Your wetness covered his glossa, as Crosshairs devoured your core. His soft yet muffled praises fueling your hips to rock against his rhythm.
He pulls away just long enough to look at you, his optics glassed with desire, his face glistening with your essence. Flashing a flirtatious smile, before swiftly tossing you onto your stomach, allowing you to naturally go on all fours.
Crosshairs leaned down, his frame towering over yours as he slowly yet gently pressed his body against yours. His servos caressing your sides, digits exploring and tracing the curves of your body, lowering his helm towards your back. Leaving a trail of soft kisses and subtle love bites through the fabric of your shirt.
Looking over your shoulder, Crosshairs sees your eyes slightly widen, a breathless "fuck" escapes your lips, as his spike his released from his modesty plate. Warmth raises to the Autobot's faceplates, a mixture of embarrassment and arousal upon his features. While his green and silver, ribbed spike leaked pre-transfluid from the tip.
"For someone who claims they distrust humans. You're sure are... keen enough for exploring of one-"
"Th-This... this is different." Crosshairs tries to protest, voice strained and tense, as his spike throbbed in his servo.
A cheeky smile teases the corner of your lips, noticing how hot air escaped his vents. Knowing that the warmth beneath his faceplates was raising.
"Oh... so this egotistical bot wanted..." Crosshairs moaned softly, his frame trembling while you teasingly pushed your soaked core against the tip of his spike. "... Some love? Is that how this is different?-"
"Sh-Shut up..." he muttered, voice ragged and strained. Feeling the sensations of desire pulse through his frame like a live wire. Biting his lower lip, optics flaring as he struggled to focus on your words. The pleasure overwhelming his processor.
"Make me."
"Oh, I'm gonna make you alright!- Ah! Fuck!"
"Crosshairs!"
His engine growls in satisfaction at the sound of your moan, optics darkening further, feeling the heat radiating from you. His servos tightens around your trembeling hips, guiding his spike gently into your core. Feeling every inch of himself stretching and filling you, the seastion sending waves of pleasure through both of you.
"You're not so tough." You teased while rocking your hips to his rhythm. "You just wanted some stress relief, didn't you?"
The way he trembled to your words was the only answer you needed. Revealing his frustration of how accurate you were, how true it was that he's been dying for some form of release.
"Shut up... Shut. Up!"
Squeezing your waist, your scream echoed throughout the empty field, as Crosshairs slammed his spike deeper into you with each thrust. One of his servos slipping under the hem of your shirt, cupping and groping your breast, feeling how you bounced against his touch. While his free servo reached down your core, tracing circles over your clit, while his spike continued to stretch out your core.
"Cr-Crosshairs!... I'm... I-I'm..." your words trembled, just like your legs as you begun to ride out your high.
A low moan escapes the Autobot, picking up his pace as your essence dripped down his spike. Chasing his own high, as your trembling body took his length.
Static shock ran through his inner circuits like a live wire, years of coiled tension within his systems snapped, as his relief painted your womb before pulling out.
Falling onto your stomach, finally allowing your quivering limbs to rest as you weakly rolled onto your back. Deep shade of pink dusted your features, eyes softly gazing up at Crosshairs as he gently lowered himself to you.
Pressing a soft kiss upon your forehead, stroking your hip with his thumb as the Autobot tried to compose himself. Venting deeply, the aftershocks of pleasure still buzzing throughout his frame, as you both silently savour the moment.
"Fuck... You've got me all messed up."
A breathless chuckle escaped you, "It's alright to say you enjoyed it, tough guy." Your eyes flickered down to his spike, covered in yours and his essence, "your body certainly shows you did."
"Do you hear me complaining, Toots?" a satisfied smirk teased the corners of Crosshairs' lips, "looks like we've got some... cleaning up to do."
With a slow, soft seductive bite of your lower lip, your words coming out with a seductive purr. "Perhaps, we should take this in the barn."
"Fuck yea..."
The Next Morning
Crosshairs woke with the scent of hay and wildflowers in his vents, the soft warmth of a body curled into his side, and a spark that still hadn’t stopped humming from the night before.
For once, his optics didn’t immediately scan the perimeter or check for aerial threats. For once, the battlefield in his processor was quiet.
His helm rested back against a rusted support beam of the barn’s interior. Through gaps in the old wood, he could see morning light filtering in like slow-falling gold. Dust motes danced in the slanted rays, and the faint chirping of birds added a gentle soundtrack to the moment.
You lay tucked into his side, one leg draped over his chest, head nestled against the curved slope of his side plating. Hand resting over his spark chamber as if it were the most natural thing in the world. Your hair—mussed and tangled from both sleep and intercourse partially covered your face.
Crosshairs gently reached out and brushed a lock away, his servo tracing the edge of your jaw, down to your chest where his Autobot insignia upon a silver chain rested, with a tenderness that surprised even him.
His digits dropping to something hanging loosely off the grip of his holstered pistol—dog tags. Your dog tags.
The ones you’d given him last night in a moment of whispered affection, half-teasing, half-meaningful.
But the sound of engines, low and heavy broke the dawn's silence.
Crosshairs instantly froze, audials narrowing in on the sound approaching from the gravel road that led to the farmhouse.
Not Autobots. Too small. Too smooth.
His battle instincts surged. That peace he'd just basked in was ripped away like a trapdoor under his pedes.
His shifting stirred disturbed your rest. Blinking against the morning light, still warm from his side.
“Mm… Cross?”
He didn’t answer. Simply raising a index digit to his lips in a command for silence, before pointing toward the window slit above the pair of you.
Tires on gravel. Doors opening. Boots disturbing the loose gravel driveway. It all piqued your curiosity.
Cautiously sitting up, adjusting your shirt attempting to hide your undergarments as you approached the window, peering through at the sight.
From the black, military issue SUV that took the lead, your brows furrowed, your stomach dropping as the familiar sight of your old N.E.S.T squadmate, Cal Monroe.
".... Son of a bitch," you hissed. "Crosshairs, stay in the barn. I've got a suspicion of who attacked you a few days ago-"
"Then like hell I'm-"
"I'm not asking. I'm telling you." Your voice was sharp now, eyes deadly serious. "Trust me... let me handle this."
Not waiting for the Autobot to reply, you quickly grabbed some clothes off the washing line at the back of the barn. Slipping out of the back door, and effortlessly shifting your posture into your usual morning routine.
"Well I'll be damned! Look who's still kicking around dirt and chickens." Cal spoke with a mock cheer, opening his arms wide.
"Didn't think I'd see your smug face before my coffee."
"Just in the neighborhood." Cal casually spoke, his men fanning out with practiced ease. "Thought I'd stop by. Figured you wouldn't mind a visit."
Raising an eyebrow, as you peered over his shoulder, staring at the convoy of black SUV's. "And... you brought half of Washington with you? You always did overcompensate."
A prick of annoyance bruised Cal's ego, as a few soldiers chuckled behind him. "Fine... our systems flagged a Cybertronian signature in this region. Just a small one. We thought maybe it was incorrect data, but... I had to check."
You crossed your arms, "And you figured it was on my land?-"
"I'm just concerned about your safety." Cal shrugged, feigning innocence. "Wellbeing and routine of citizen safety. Y'know the drill-"
"I know it's bullshit, or did you forget that I too was in the military? Just like how you've forgotten what operation we were apart of-"
"Things have changed."
"No." You snapped, stepping towards him. "You changed! Like Lennox, you jumped on the Goddamn ban wagon of proclaiming that every Cybertronian is threat! Yet you know other wise, Cal. You fought along side them-"
"And you know, that not every Cybertronian out there got's a noble streak!-"
"Maybe... But I also know that your boys don't know the difference. And neither do the people giving you orders."
A long silence stretched between you.
Finally, Cal sighed heavily, rubbing the back of his neck. "Look... all I'm saying is, if you see or hear something- anything- tell me. For old time's sake."
You glared narrowed onto him, "I don't know anything. And trust me, even if I did... I wouldn't tell you anything. Now you and your shadow squad can get the fuck off my land."
Cal gave a slow nod, but before he could say more, two of his men chuckled by an old oak tree near the farmhouse.
"Hey, Sarge," one called out. Pointing to some ripped lace undergarments carelessly tossed upon the grass. "Guess someone had company last night."
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From the shadows of the barn, Crosshairs watched the scene unfold with growing fury.
He kept still—too still. His plating tense, his servo hovering near the grip of his rifle. Optics narrowed, tracking every step of the Taskforce men as they spread across the property. None had come inside yet, but it was only a matter of time.
Nearby, you stood your ground in front of the lead SUV, arms folded tightly across your chest, expression unreadable. But Crosshairs could see that your stance was firm—too firm. The kind of posture someone held when adrenaline masked fear.
Cal Monroe stood close now, his arms relaxed at his sides, but his stance was anything but casual.
“You gonna say something?” Cal asked, his hands on his hips. “Because just standing there isn’t helping your case.”
You remained still, jaw clenched, refusing to bite.
"Tch. You always were stubborn. But this? This is reckless."
Crosshairs saw the moment Cal’s patience cracked. He barked to his men, “Fan out. Search every building. Every shed. Burn the barn if you have to.”
“What?!” you snapped, stepping forward. “Cal, don’t you dare—!
“I will, unless you start talking. I am two seconds from tearing this whole place down. You made it complicated. Contain her!" he barked to one of his men. "Get her in the SUV. Clearly, she needs to be reminded who the real enemy is-”
“Don’t you touch me!-"
"Let. Her. Go!" Crosshairs’ vents hissed.
The barn doors groaned as he shoved them open, stepping fully into the morning light. Walking into the open with his shoulders back and a pistol drawn, its barrel trained dead-center on Cal’s chest.
Weapons were drawn instantly. Red laser sights flared to life from at least six directions, painting his chassis in flickering pinpricks of light.
You froze, still held by two men who had clearly underestimated your strength. Eyes widened in disbelief as you saw Crosshairs—fully revealed, standing out in the open like some defiant green knight made of fury and steel.
"Crosshairs, no! Run!"
But he didn’t budge.
His voice was low, deadly calm. “You’ve got exactly three seconds to take your hands off her before I paint your trucks with your own slagging blood.”
“Contain the threat!" Cal shouted to his team. "Bring it down before it gets hostile!”
“Hostile?” Crosshairs snapped. “You stormed her home. Threatened her. Touched her. And I’m the hostile one?”
You pulled free from the grip of one soldier, throwing an elbow into another. "Crosshairs! Run!"
“No,” he ground out. “I’m not leaving you.”
“You have to!” You stumbled towards him, only to be grabbed again. "Just go—please! I’ll be fine. But if they capture you—”
A soldier raised a weapon too quickly—Crosshairs responded with a shot fired just inches from the man’s boot.
The team halted. Cal threw up a hand to hold fire, but his voice was already tight with warning. “You’re not walking away from this, bot.”
Crosshairs growled. “Watch me-”
"You'll only make this worse," you begged. "Go. Run. You know I can handle myself. Please... don’t make me watch them take you.”
For a long, tense second, the Autobot didn’t move. His weapon twitched in his grasp, still aimed, still burning. His spark twisted.
Crosshairs backed toward the trees, still aiming until the very last second. "Promise you'll come back to me. I don't care how long, or what it takes, you find me when it's safe. You hear me?"
You nodded, tears stinging your eyes. "I promise."
Then, with one final look—one filled with heartbreak and heat and everything unspoken—Crosshairs turned and sprinted into the trees.
Vanishing into the rising sun.
Leaving the air heavy with gunpowder, regret, and something dangerously close to love.
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GN!Reader x Any Male!Autobot💕
Fandom : Transformers
Series : Any
Warning : SFW // family friendly, wholesome, some teasing, lil bit romantic <3
Note(s) : I chose autobots because I want a peaceful interaction and decepticons ain't about chit chat xD they straight up kidnapping you / Y/N LOL(Might make it into a fic who knows >//<)
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You were sitting in your room, reading an old novel until you heard a sudden, but gentle tap on your window. You moved your head to see who is it. " Hey Y/N! It's almost time for our trip " he announced. " What trip? " you thought to yourself, but then it clicked and you remembered that you indeed planned a trip about a month ago. " Ohh, that trip! Of course I'm coming. " you said as you put your novel aside and went to take a shower and put on new clothes. He was very excitedly awaiting for you outside, but he tried to keep it cool.
You stepped outside and locked the doors. " I'm here. " you said calmly as he opened a door for you to sit down on the passenger's seat. " Great! " he said as he turned on the engine and semi-quiet music. He was indeed excited, but not too much of course. After all it was but a short trip.
It was 20:40 (40 min past 8 PM) as he was still driving across the city. After thinking for too long, you decided striking a conversation with him. " Do you ever get tired after long driving?" You asked curiously, to which he replied, jokingly a bit " Well, you don't need to drive yourself, I'm giving you that real 'passenger princess' treatment over here ~ " to which you laughed a bit. He wasn't wrong there though. It's a big difference between being a driver and a passenger. After an hour or so of small talk, you decided to star gaze as it was dark enough to see the stars. After a long pause, he asked curiously " I noticed you like staring at stars a lot, is there a particular reason? " To which you responded with " Stars are beautiful, there's a vast amount of them, which allows me to relax a bit from real life worries. " you said with a faint, but a warm smile. " You know what's even more beautiful than that? Your adorable spaced out face when you stargaze ~ " he teased you a bit. " Stop it, you lil goofball " you said giggling a bit. " What? It's the truth, honey, your eyes are shiny like stars ~ ". That completely swept you away. You were blushing a lot, but tried hard not to make it obvious. He knew anyways. Teasing you, even in small amounts was always his favourite hobby.
It was 01:00 ( 1 AM ) and ironically you were getting sleepy. Normally you're a night owl, but for some reason you really felt like sleeping. After a short pause you asked him to stop so you could go into the back row to sleep in full body. There was a small pillow and a blanket, because he's fully aware of you feeling sleepy during night time trips. You absolutely wrapped yourself in that blanket and slowly drifted into a sleep state. The white noise and slight rocketing really gets you everytime.This was his favorite part of trip, as he really enjoys seeing you all wrapped up and adorable, like a napping cat.
By 07:00 (7 AM) he has already arrived home for about an hour or two now. He didn't wake you up though, just allowed you to rest a bit. After a while you opened your eyes. " Hey, good morning, how was your sleep? " he asked enthusiastically. " Good " you sit down to stretch a bit. " You look darn adorable when you sleep. Especially when you hide half of your face into blanket ~ " he teased you again. " Heyy, stop it, you silly " you said blushing a lot and being defensive about it. " How is that even adorable? " you asked out of curiosity. " You look like a cat napping, all cute, warm and vulnerable, heh, it's sure a view to admire ~ " he replied with a cheeky smile, well, at least you assumed that based on his tone, because he was still in his alt mode. " We should definitely do more trips heh. " he said enthusiastically as he let you outside, for you to head home.You two are definitely not forgetting it any time soon <3.
#transformers#transformers maccadam#Transformers x reader#Transformers x you#Transformers x y/n#gn reader#fluff#Autobot x reader#No specific character just any autobot guy <3#fanfic#part time writter
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New au
In this au, y/n is megatron twin, so after megatron betrayal all decepticons are looking at him to be the new leader no matter what.
So in short way, forced responsibility on y/n who didn't want to be the leader.
Y/n is a big gentle mech but can be brutal if need to. Usually y/n is in control room doing everything mostly fixing up everything what megatron left, if y/n is not in control room is mostly he is flying around with the seekers to take a break but most of it he is either way with soundwave or thundercracker, he dose like the planet earth and is deciding if the deceptions should stay on earth or go back to cybertron (most want to stay)
This au is mix of tfp x earthspark x idw, so the characters can look different.
Au name: true leader
#transformers au#transformers one#transformers idw#transformers g1#transformers#transformers x you#transformers x oc#transformers x reader#earth spark#earthspark x reader#earthspark#tfp x reader#tfp#transformers prime#megatron#soundwave x reader#starscream#thundercracker#skywarp#transformers seekers#decepticons#autobots
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My human from the pit
You know the "my cat from hell" tv series where the cat whisperer helps all of these "bad/menace/evil" cats and discovers that like 80% of the time they are lacking privacy or enrichment? I love imagining any form of AU or situation where this happens with humans on cybertron, just humans being feral and big robots being sad and then working it out:
--- Human: *keeps running in circles, climbing things they shouldn't climb, repeatedly pushing their body off the ground and back on it?!, jumping in containers of water and flailing about, ect* Cybertronian (Distraught): "I just dont know whats wrong, please tell me they dont have a brain tumor!!!" Another cybertonian, the human whisperer: "See, humans were persistence hunters, meaning they require a certain amount of exercise: not only for entertainment but to stay in shape. I think your homework will be to give them some way of releasing that energy in a safe way " Cut to the human the next week with a comically large exercise room the size of an actual gym with swings, an olympic ropes course, a pool, a rock climbing wall, a vaulting pole, and weights. The person is having a fricking blast The next clip is the cybertonian looking to the camera with the (exhausted, sweaty, but very happy) human slumped in their servos "Thank you human whisperer, me and the human have been on way better terms ever since we took your advice!" --- (In tv dramatic voice) Next time on... my human from the pit Cybertronian: "I dont know why, they keep on finding sharp objects to attack me, squirming, throwing things at me! its like they are possessed!!" Then it shows a clip of the human, yelling profanities, and throwing anything it can lift near it at the cybertronian as they try to pick it up (Its revealed the cybertronian was holding them wrong and moving them too abruptly, the human whisperer teaches them how to move slower and to hold their palm out flat: to which the human just casualy plops themself down)
[this post isnt only for transformers!! i need more reality tv headcanons!!! send them my way if you wish using the #my human from the pit tag! aka my last tag on this post im CONTENT STARVED]
#imagine#transformers imagine#transformers au#human x transformer#transformers headcanons#transformers x human#transformers#transformers x reader#cybertron#reality tv#my cat from hell#humans are space cats#the pit transformers#transformers g1#kind of??#autobots#decepticons#humans kept as pets#IN A NON WEIRD WAY WHY TUMBLR WHY MY EYES OW#humans are space orcs#alternate universe#fandom#and my tag relating to works like this:#my human from the pit
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It's a good thing he wears those silly goggles because I for one would NOT be able to concentrate in therapy 😳
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Can you do bayverse optimus ?Tlk if you can.It can be whatever you want i love your scrumptious writing hehe also ignore this if you're uncomfortable!^_^
Raindrops
Summary: Optimus asks you a very important question.
A/N: Written after the happenings of TLK. 4K Words
Raindrops
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Everyday since he met you, he’s asked himself the same question.
“Would you come with me?”
It was a question he had imagined the answer to. A resounding ‘no’.
Optimus didn’t see any reason why you would want to go with him to Cybertron. Leaving your friends, family and career behind. All the commodities Earth provided you will be gone the moment you decide to come with him.
And it’s not like he offers you a beautiful home. Cybertron was hostile, after the war it had become ruins. He dreamed many times of showing you his home in its golden age. You would have loved the museums, the theaters, the libraries, the arts. Would you have loved them as much you love your planet? Would it be enough for you to want to stay?
“It seems Earth and Cybertron’s destiny has always been intertwined,” the sun is setting. Optimus looks at his home planet, now on Earth’s orbit. “If that had been any other celestial object, it would probably cause catastrophic events. But it seems like Cybertron was made to not disturb Earth’s gravitational pull and magnetic fields.”
Your field wasn’t physics but you had basic knowledge on how things worked. Just like he expected you to do, you started to ask the real questions. Something he was trying to avoid as long as he could.
“But I wonder if that’s because Cybertron currently lacks a core … Maybe once we are able to restore it, Cybertron’s gravitational pull will be too strong and destroy Earth.”
You look at him but he seems lost in thought. You didn’t blame him, having his home planet back must be unbelievable. After so many years of war and lost friends, what he always wanted is right here.
“When that happens, we’ll have to send Cybertron back to its original place in the universe.”
You expected him to continue the conversation some way or another but it's as if he wasn’t listening or rather he did not want to. Maybe he is tired of everything and wishes to leave immediately. Probably not wanting to deal with humans anymore.
Sighing heavily, you turn around, the wind moving your hair. The smell of the grass was strong and so a new aroma. It was hard to describe. Metal but alive. It was probably Cybertron. It didn’t bother you but it was different.
Looking back at Optimus made you realize that maybe he wanted to be alone. It is a lot of process for today.
“Well, then I guess this is goodbye–”
And suddenly, a servo is in front of you. Stopping you from walking any further. You look back, only to find Optimus’ faceplate extremely close to you.
“I-I … My apologies, I don’t know what took over me.”
It’s like you triggered something in him with your words. But you weren’t sure what. Now he looks confused and lost. As if I wanted to say more but can’t or don't have the words. You wanted to guess but your mind made you believe stupid ideas. Ones in which you prefer to not indulge any longer. They will only cause you unnecessary pain.
“It’s alright, you must be emotional. That’s all.”
You wait for a few seconds in which you could see Optimus’ blue optics in all of their glory. They were beautiful as they were mysterious. So close that you could see the small circuitry and cables that make up his optics. Such intricacy that you find yourself lost in them.
And then … you are ashamed.
“I must go.”
You say as you look away, expecting him to move his servo but he doesn’t.
“I must go.”
You say again and this time you see the hesitancy in his faceplace.
He slowly removes his servo and distances himself from you. His optics looks away and then looks at you in a repetitive manner.
“Do you–”
“I–”
“Oh sorry, you go first–” You raise a hand, trying to get his attention only to be interrupted by the Prime.
“No, you go first.”
It was awkward. And the fact that it was that way made you wonder what went wrong. In what moment did things between the two of you become so uncomfortable? Was it just the sudden realization of final peace? Was it too unrealistic for the two of you to believe? What is it?
“Nothing, I was just wondering if there’s something you wanted to say before I leave?”
Optimus servo clutch into fits. He opens his intake but nothing would come out. It was strange to see him this way. So confused, so … innocent. As if he was a kid trying to ask for another piece of cake. Too shy to ask and yet you find these small moments to be a treasure.
“I was just wondering …”
He hesitates again. He closes his optics and lets out a heavy vent. Turning his entire body around, you are unable to see his faceplate.
“When the time comes … Will you …”
His voice becomes so low that you are unable to hear him.
“What?”
You ask him, confused by his sudden lack of confidence.
“Will you … me?”
He says again but the loud wind and low tone voice weren’t helping the situation.
“... What?”
You ask once again, your voice gets louder, showing your clear annoyance at being unable to hear him.
“Will you come to Cybetron with me?!”
Suddenly, he turns around, you can see his faceplate again.
It was that expression again. One that you had only seen a few times. That of pure distress. Worriness. Anxiety. You had seen it before. During that time you had been captured by a Decepticon, badly injured and bleeding. His troubled expression was the last thing you saw before going unconscious.
But now? What was that distressed look for? What was he so worried about?
“I, I–”
What were you nervous for? Why were you stuttering? Your cheeks are getting hotter and you can’t speak. You can’t manage words. The expression on his faceplate had left you stunned as your brain tried to understand the reasoning behind it.
The longer you take to answer, the more pain is evident on his faceplate. His eyebrows squish together and his optics tremble. His lips formed a thin line that slowly became an upside down smile. He is begging you to end his torment and yet you know you have to tell him the truth.
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It’s quiet around the hangar.
A small base had been built near Stonehenge. It was the logical thing to do after Cybertron had appeared above the ancient pillars. Although the American Government wasn’t too pleased to make negotiations with the British to let them have a base in their land.
You weren’t even supposed to be here but due to all the commotion in the last days, they let you stay. As well, Optimus and the rest of the Autobots enjoyed your stay. No one asked you when you will leave nor ever mentioned that you were a bothered. So you decided to stay for a couple of days until things settle down.
And because your boss had asked you to stay and bring back the full story when you are done.
“Are we just going to pretend Prime is ok?”
“Not like we can do much either or.”
They probably didn’t see you. As they were too busy talking to each other, carrying a few boxes of what you thought to be Energon. Meanwhile, you were typing on your laptop behind some piles of metal. It’s not like you were hiding but you rather found yourself a place where you could not be bothered when you needed to concentrate.
“I still can’t believe (Y/N) said no … I thought the two of them had a strong bond.”
“Yes but everything she knows is here,” Bumblebee puts down his box as Hot Rod walks close by. “Besides, they were too different … things wouldn’t work out.”
“But does she even know that Optimus’s processor has identified her as his Conjunx?” Hot Rod also puts the Energon box down and sits on top of it. “Boss-Bot won’t be able to attach to anyone ever again … Isn’t that a bit cruel?”
“Cruel?” Bumblebee inquiries. “His Conjunx is someone who lives a fraction of our lives. The universe enjoys the game and the Primes are the pawns.”
“And they know how to play well.”
It started to rain. It wasn’t unusual for rain to come and go in England.
The bots look at it with amusement. This was unknown in Cybertron. It will take a long time before they can rebuild Cybertron and go back home but this will be one of the things they will miss the most.
“What is a Conjunx?”
You came out of your hiding spot, behind the bots and they quickly stumble in their steps as they look down on you.
“What are you doing there?!”
“What is a Conjunx?”
You ask again, not caring whether Hot Rod or Bumblebee looked like they just had seen a ghost.
“You don’t need to know that,” Bumblebee quickly starts to walk away while Hot Rod keeps looking back and forth. He looks hesitant but doesn’t speak, waiting for Bee’s next action.
“You said Optimus saw me as his Conjunx,” you don’t move but rather speak loud enough for him to hear.
“Yes but there’s no need–”
“She should know,” Hot Rod interrupts the talking yellow Mustang.
“Optimus wouldn’t want it,” Bumblebee stops walking and turns to look at his comrade and you. There is certain determination in your eyes, letting him know that you won’t stop pushing it until you find the answers you were looking for. You had always been known for that, probably something Optimus likes about you.
“Optimus will die of sadness if she doesn’t know.”
Bumblebee doesn't say a thing but just ex-vents heavily.
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“Would you stay with me?”
That’s what you wanted to ask but you already knew the answer. A resounding ‘no’. There was nothing for him on Earth. Humanity had once betrayed him and now he is doubtful. Humanity will help rebuild Cybertron and after that the transformers will leave. It would be a selfish thing to ask him to stay. You can’t ask him to give up on everything he fought for. His home, his family and friends, everything was on Cybertron. And you just were a human who wanted him to stay.
It’s still raining.
But that doesn’t mean you’ll stop looking for him.
Although you can already feel yourself getting sick. Your hair is wet and your clothes damp.
It wasn’t unusual to rain in England but you hated how unpredictable the weather was. The wind was also strong but the base was already too far away to back away now. You had to find him.
Suddenly, a truck you immediately recognized makes his way towards you. The bot you were looking for appeared in front of you but he aggressively stops and opens his pilot door, signaling to go in.
You didn’t hesitate and jumped right in. Optimus closes the door and starts driving away as you are welcomed with warmness. Although you were cold and tired, you didn’t wait any longer.
“I was looking for–”
“Have you gone mad?” Optimus asks, his voice showing his clear annoyance. “ What are you doing in the rain without proper protection?”
“What? That doesn’t matter, I was–”
You wanted to start asking questions but you started to sneeze.
“How can I leave knowing you are this helpless?”
And after that, all previous questions left your mind.
“Excuse me? I can take care of myself.”
“Your actions tell me otherwise.”
You roll your eyes, maybe he had a point. Running in the rain to look for him was probably not the best of ideas. But you were not about to tell him that.
“And what about you?” you sneeze again although more softly this time as to not to prove his point any further. “Aren’t you too told to be outside without an umbrella, you could be getting rusty anytime now?”
Optimus didn’t say a word. Your words will resonate at the back of his processor. He can’t believe he ever thought you would say yes to coming to Cybertron with him. You were right, he was an old rusty robot. Too many scars, too many mistakes and injuries. He can’t provide you with anything. Not even a family.
And yet he is selfish.
And you sneeze again.
And again.
“Great, I think I am going to get sick.”
He hates that word. Cybertronians also get sick but rarely. But humans are different. According to his research and observations, humans tend to get sick often and tragically a lot of them die.
Optimus didn’t want to say a word, his pride told him to stay quiet. That you don’t need his concern, you do not wish it nor want it.
But you sneeze again.
“I’ll be taking you to the closest hospital,” he says as he makes a turn, heading for the closest road.
“I am not going to the hospital, it's just a cold–”
“You are going to the hospital and it's final,”His voice is demanding but you don’t care.
“No, I won’t–”
“Why won’t you take my feelings into consideration?!”
His inside trembles. You could feel how his engine gets louder. The air coming from his vents got warmer and for a moment you felt your heart race. Out of guilt for making the Prime lose composure.
“What if you die?” he asks again. “What would I do after you are gone?”
The more he talks, the more desperate he sounds. As if he was living the circumstances he speaks of.
“Have you thought what my life would be like without your presence?” you feel the seatbelt across your chest get tighter. “Do you really wish for me to be tormented for eternity.”
“This isn’t about me going to the hospital, is it?”
He doesn’t respond, his silence answers your question.
“Let me out Prime, I want to talk to you, face to faceplate.”
He drives off the road and takes you to a heavy section of a nearby forest. Raining still, the tall trees prevent the rain from fully touching the ground. But some drops still make it through. Not like you cared about getting wet, you already were but Optimus had other plans.
Opening the door and removing the seat belt, you jump out of his alt form. You watch him transform, a scene you will never be tired of. It's beautiful as it is scary, yet he is gentle. He knows it can be scary and he moves slower, softly as if not to scare you.
Optimus doesn’t mass shift but he tries to see you at an eye-level. It must be uncomfortable for him and before you ask him why he doesn’t size-down, you feel him move closer.
He puts one of his large servo on top of you, protecting you from any rain from touching you.
“I want you to be honest with me,” you say as your breath is agitated, your heart pumping against your chest. “I need to hear it from you.”
“What do you feel for me?”
Without you knowing, Optimus’ spark is also pulsating strongly against his chassis. He moves his optics away for a second, only for them to return to look at you.
“You are a valuable asset to the Autobot cause.”
“Is that all?”
“You are also an important comrade.”
You didn’t expect him to fully understand what you were asking. But you were hoping he could read your undertones.
“I am giving you one last chance,” you say, your hands turning into a fist. You weren’t the best at this either and if you were honest, you didn’t know what you were trying to achieve. “Is that all you feel for me?”
The Prime has always been known to be eloquent. Especially with words. But when it comes to you, he loses all sense of vocabulary. It didn’t use to be that way. There used to be a time when you meant nothing to him but a friend.
But you had never stopped looking for him. After the attacks in Chicago, even after Sam’s death, an occurrence in which he blamed himself, you never stopped looking for him
What is it? Why did you do it?
“Look at the rain … Can you count each drop that falls from the sky?”
Optimus moves his optics to look at his surroundings. The rain, the trees, the beauty of nature. It cannot compare to you.
“No, I can’t,” you respond quickly, your face full of wonder.
“Then, you are the rain,” he says. “And I am trying to count.”
He sees your hands soften. Your expression had become awkward, with now avoiding eyes and pink cheeks. He has this need to hold you but respects your anatomy.
“I can’t tell you how I feel because there are not enough words to describe it,” he calculates his words but he finds himself taking longer to answer. “I could recite you all of Cybertronian poetry and yet that doesn't feel enough for me.”
You keep looking at him and he looks away. Your eyes were too beautiful and it distracts him immensely.
“But if you were to ask me to count each star in the universe I would,” he lets his spark do the talking, finally subsiding the yearning it has been holding for a long time. “If you asked me to bring you a star, I would bring you a constellation.”
“This old rusted body belongs to you but if you ask me for my silence and distance, I won’t retaliate.”
“And if I asked you to stay with me, on Earth, would you do it?”
You know it was a selfish question. You didn’t want to make him choose between his world and you. But you just had to know if there was a small possibility, a small chance that the life you had with him could still be a possibility.
After the accidents in Chicago, you had looked for him, only to find him broken. Sam’s death had affected him greatly but in that grieve of losing loved ones, something sparked.
Three years. You had lived with him for three years, in an isolated cottage. Where he could have all the dandelions he wanted. Where he could care for animals and the two of you would look at the stars and try to count them. Each one of them.
“If that’s what you wish,” Optimus says. “I would stay by your side as long as you would have me.”
“I can’t,” you look away this time. “I won’t ask you to stay with me.”
“You have a duty to complete and Cybertron is your home,” there is more to it. More doubts than you are able to articulate. “When you asked me to go to Cybertron with you, I said no because I don’t think I am worthy to be on your side.”
“Have my actions made you feel this way?”
“You are Optimus Prime … I think anyone would feel unworthy,” you pause, thinking about the earlier events. “But today, Bumblebee and Hot Rod told me that you see me as your Conjunx.”
Optimus opens his intake only to close it. He looks side to side, trying to evade eye contact. One of the few times you can tell he is shy. But him acting in such a way has also made your body betray you. You wonder if he can tell just how nervous you are.
“Does that mean — You do?”
“You weren’t supposed to know,” his voice is delicate with an apologetic tone. As if you had just caught him stealing extra energon from the resource room. “Without noticing, my processor had one day started the Conjunx Ritus and as time passed, we both successfully completed the requirements.”
“And before I knew it, my Spark belonged to you.”
“But we are so different.”
“And yet here we are,” he makes a pause and he hears the rain. He tries to calm down before asking his next question, knowing that this will break his Spark. “Does my affection displease you?”
“No, no, I just–” you stumble with your words. “I don’t know what to say.”
“Is there a possibility that perhaps, in your heart, you reciprocate my sentiments?”
And you stay silent. Mostly because you don’t fully know what is going through your heart and the implications behind it. Can this even be possible? Are your feelings even real? Can he comprehend what your feelings are? Can this … Whatever it is, be real?
“Please end my torment,” his faceplate looks to be in distress, his optics yearning. Longing for something unknown to the both of you. “Your silence makes me have hope and I don’t want to suffer when you destroy my delusions.”
Gently, you walk towards him. You reach out a hand and touch his faceplate. Rubbing your soft skin against his cold metal. You watch his optics close, his engine gets louder just a bit but you hear him. As if your touch had saved him, healed him from whatever his processor agonized him with.
“You are cold,” you say as you put your forehead against his faceplate. “Until you get warm, I’ll stay with you.”
Optimus didn’t need to ask further. You didn’t have to say anything either. He just basks himself into this moment. Not knowing what the future holds but he doesn’t care as long as you are with him. This moment won’t last forever but he wants to think that one day it could be true.
A moment were he believed he could spend eternity counting the raindrops and stars in the sky with you.
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A/N: Sorry this took so long. I’ve seen all the Bayverse movies but TLK is a movie that is a bit hard for me to write about because I don’t understand it much lol. But I still hope you like this and that it's not too OOC?
It was fun to write this! So thank you so much for the request! :)
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I too have been enamored with your Autobot Harem and I would like to see more please ...but I'm also picturing how fucking funny it would be if the Decepticons somehow heard about this new human friend and decide to kidnap them for Schemes(TM) So they send one of the minicons to scout things out, to see what this human is about, only to be bombarded with footage of Prowl, of all bots, holding the Autobot Darling in a mating press and fucking them stupid while they cry out his name
The 'Cons are baffled, frightened, and kinda grossed out and promptly nope the fuck outta there and spend the next few days trying to delete it from their memories
And they grow even more distressed when they realize just how *often* the Autobots have their way with you, including Optimus goddamn Prime, who seems to be the most addicted out of all of them, and everytime they try to sneak around there is at least one bot doing something lewd
The Autobots, meanwhile, haven't enjoyed this much peace and quiet for this long in a looooooong while, and they know exactly how to best enjoy it

Cackling at the same brain, but I adore the takes here >:) if you or anyone have anymore ideas don't be afraid to tell me
But I'd love to expand on this
���Warning : Autobot harem, Spitroasting, GN!Reader, decepticon pov so everything is referred to in Cybertronian words, non-consensual recording, non-consensual voyeurism🔞
Links to one here and chatting here
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When the autobots don't make any moves it's not unusual, after all it's only when the decepticons attack will they be seen, so why not a stealth mission to try and get some intel and break their silly camaraderie?
Oh it was a genuis plan! Get dirt on them, spread it to their friends, and watch them kill each other instead, getting them out of the way once and for all.
Laserbeak was sent first to map up routes, and see who guards at certain times.
It was normal, it was routine even.
Until laserbeak catches sight (and recording) of you, a little human, slotted between Sunstreaker and Sideswipe.
Sunstreaker rutting into your tight valve, transfluid leaking from where you two connect. His hips wetly slapping into yours. Your stomach bulging from the large spike rearranging your insides.
And you struggling to take Sideswipe's spike in your intake while your digits toy with his valve. Drool and fluid leaking down your chin, tears sliding down your face as you struggle to breathe.
"Takin' our spikes like a champ, sweetspark."
"Such a greedy valve! Keeps suckin' me in like you want me to overload early-"
Soundwave is fast in disconnecting the line, shutting the video off and telling Laserbeak to get back to base prompto.
But that leaves the decepticons in silence.
What had they just seen? Cybertronians can interface with fleshies? What nonsense! That can't be right.
It starts off as disgust, but then they start talking and realizing this has been going on for ages.
"Those twins hate humans out of every autobot, so how did a fleshy manage?" Starscream speaks, venom dripping in his voice.
"Wait...wait remember when we attacked their base to get that energy switch, and we came across them, and Prowl nearly offlined Thundercracker?"
The room falls silent again.
Every instance comes flooding back to them, ones they would have never thought twice about are all starting to make sense. The autobots always became a bit more aggressive and protective when it came to defending you.
Even Optimus Prime himself nearly offlined Rumble for getting close to you, before picking you up and placing you with Bumblebee to get to safety.
"So...are all of them with one human or just those two?" Skywarp didn't even want to know, but of course if there is some weird romance thing going on, they could probably use that to their advantage.
Megatron sighs, looking to Soundwave "Tell Laserbeak to go back and pick up more evidence, as much as I hate to say that."
The larger bot sneers, loathing the idea of seeing more.
But Soundwave and Laserbeak do as told.
The minicon avoids the area he first saw you, Sideswipe, and Sunstreaker, making an effort to thoroughly explore the other areas, making note that Prowl and Jazz seemingly take guard duty at night.
By the next day you and those twins seem to have went back inside the base, where Laserbeak couldn't reach.
"Sir, we might need to send someone to sneak inside their base."
Megatron glances at Soundwave, who doesn't look away from the screen. They both know getting inside that base will be dangerous, especially with how protective those bots are when you're involved.
"Let's hold off on that, since they seem to enjoy fragging outdoors, I'm certain we will get something else."
Soundwave nods, and continues watching as nothing interesting shows up on camera.
Starscream groans, rolling his optics not believing this is what they are up to anymore, just waiting to see some human all bare taking a spike much too big for them.
How patheic!
He could easily break your valve in, much better than those autobots!.....wait...NO! He shakes his helm, getting rid of any thoughts of you he's having.
Grumbling himself about your stupid attractiveness, you're just some stupid fleshy that's probably so soft compared to him, and no doubt your valve would struggle to take him.
But he keeps up a disgusted act, not wanting anyone to know what he's thinking.
However Thundercracker is silent, optics not leaving the screen, watching whatever Laserbeak catches on camera.
His expression looks bored, but he's freaking out inside.
He can't believe a human could actually handle interfacing with a Cybertronian, and you took two like a champ! You look so cute, pretty valve stretched so wide just to take Sunstreaker.
Greedy little thing.
He wants you, he wants to know what it's like, wants to leave here and live somewhere peacefully with you in some far off woods.
He's only here out of fear.
But he can't believe he's letting himself fall for a human he's barely met, but he can't stop his thoughts from trailing off to you, picturing you crying out begging him for more.
He wonders how your valve tastes, and if you'd like he bury his glossa in your heat.
Thundercracker is broken from his thoughts by Starscream screeching.
"Have they no shame!?"
Several optics look back at the screen, only to see you with Hot Rod.
The flashy bot clearly rushing off with you, giggling as you two go through the trees to get a peaceful spot away from base.
Faintly through Laserbeak's mic they can hear you.
"Oh, you don't know how much I missed you, little light!"
You giggle, finding all his kisses to be tickling you.
"I missed you too, Roddy. I hope your missions haven't been to exhausting." You kiss him in turn, smiling when he lets out a dopey chuckle.
"Nothing I can't manage, I just wanted to get back to you safe and sound."
"Something tells me that's not the only reason." You tease him, your poor lover gives you a pleading expression.
"I got all my work done? Missions were a success since the decepticons have been quiet, oh! And I got my reports done!"
He's shaking, nearly vibrating in place waiting for something.
But you let out a dramatic sigh, playfully shaking your head.
"I suppose since you've been such a good boy then."
You kick your pants off, tossing them to the side, before plopping yourself down on his servo, spreading your legs wide for him.
"A good boy deserves a reward, right?"
Hot Rod drools, muttering 'thank you's over and over again as he buries his glossa into your greedy hole.
Moaning with you, unable to help himself when you taste so good!
The decepticons all look at each other, then to Megatron, awaiting his orders but even he is baffled.
Just how many bots do you have after you? How many do you already have under your thumb? In the fights where he has gotten close to you, you reek of Optimus far too strongly.
So you're with him too.
Do you have the entire autobot base at your beck and call?
"Megatron, what are your orders."
Soundwave's voice shakes him if his thoughts.
"If we can get ahold of that human, we might have our answers, however I'm not even sure we can with how frag addicted those filthy autobots are."
"Seems the human is never alone either, which would make that even harder."
Just what have they gotten themselves into?
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As usual- Bumblebee is the love of my life and perfect in every way
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Hi, happy new years! I was wondering if you could do a platonic TFA story. I am making a book based on my request and I would like to see how you would write it.
The reader is a baby Predacon that was in an egg, and the egg hatches, and the first thing it sees is Optimus and thinks he is their mama, and just follows him everywhere and overprotective of him.
Optimus is stressing a bit because now nit only does he have to lead his group, take care of Sari, but now he has to be a parent to a baby of an extinct race of Cybertronian, and he doesn't think he's doing good and they deserves someone better to raise them. Then one day, the baby is missing, and he's just stressing out and going berserk. It wasn't after the baby Predacon was found that he relaxes and confused when he acted like that when Ratchet tells him that it was because of parental protocols that Cybertronians get when they get attached to something that they see as their own, meaning that he is perfect for them.
Bonus scene about the baby being overprotective:
Baby sees a big blue robot with a big chin being mean to mama? Say goodbye to your ankles! *Chomps*
Get a tingling feeling that something or someone is disturbing mama's happiness? Suddenly is by mama's side and sees its the big, blue chinned bot. *CHOMPS!!* The ankle bitter is back at it again. Nobody messes with mama and gets away with it.
Sentinel demabds Optimus to punish the baby bot (Optimus secretly gives them treats instead)
┗ Mama; TFA! Optimus × Sp.! Reader ┛
Characters: Optimus Prime (Transformers Animated) A/N: This took longer than I anticipated. But, I did enjoy writing it. You had an amazing request, and I hope you like how I interpreted it, @random-fandom1984! ⇘ Summary: After finding a pod with a Predacon sparkling inside, the Autobots take them in. But, this sparkling attaches themselves to a specific member of the team: its leader.
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⚔️ When a pod crashed one day just outside of Detroit, the Autobots set off to find out what it was. Optimus was the one who opened it, declaring it his duty as leader to protect his team.
⚔️ The others watched, weapons ready as he opened the pod. But, instead of there being anything truly dangerous, a tiny, sparkling-size Cybertronian jumped out of a broken mechanical-shell, gripped onto Optimus' arm, and refused to let go.
⚔️ Ratchet stared, wide-eyes as he tried to go through his medical training on what this Cybertronian's sub-species was. They certainly weren't an Autobot, and not a Decepticon, since they were too small, and too... animalistic.
"By the Primes..." he said, realization washing over him. "That's a young sparkling of a Predacon!"
"A Predacon? Didn't they go extinct millions on years ago?" Prowl asked.
"Did they somehow come back from the dead like a zombie or something?" Bumblebee added.
"Impossible. The only thing that could do that would've put them in a far more decomposed and demented state."
"They look like a baby possum holding onto its mama!" Sari said, smiling as she saw the baby Predacon hold onto Optimus and begin to purr lowly.
⚔️ Well, they have an issue now.
"If it wasn't brought back from the dead, how are they alive?" Optimus questioned Ratchet.
⚔️ Ratchet looked at the pod and walked up to it, dragging his servo along the outside of it, trying to rub something off to read the description of what was supposed to be contained, or maybe find out what it was built for.
⚔️ As he looked around, Bulkhead looked at the sparkling and smiled, waving one of his large servos at the youngling. Unfortunately for him, they took it as a threat and tried lunging at him.
"Holy Primus!" Bumblebee yelled as he and Bulkhead strayed from the baby. Thank goodness Optimus caught it in time.
"Talk about primal urges."
"I think I found what the Predacon came from." Ratchet said, making everyone look at him in confusion.
⚔️ He pointed to a projection of a large Predacon with a crown on his helm, one that appeared to transform into the Earth myth of a dragon, and listened as he spoke.
"To whomev'r finds this pod enwheeling the sparkling, hark carefully. This is the offspring of I, Predaking, Leadeth'r of the Predacons of Cyb'rtron, and mine own sparkmate, Luminate."
⚔️ A feminine-looking Predacon then came into view, a crown on her helm as well as he began to tearfully speak into the camera.
"In Predacon's CNA th're is one code f'r younglings: whomev'r those gents attacheth to first is th're rais'r, their parent. If 't be true those gents doth this to someone, prithee, raiseth those folk well and keepeth those folk safe. Not just f'r mine own sparkmate and I, but f'r the fate of all Predacons past, presenteth, and hopefully future."
⚔️ Yells erupted from the video and everyone began to become wide-eyed from what they were seeing: a war. Predacons falling from behind as Predaking yelled for his sparkmate to run and get the pod ready for evacuation. But, before this happened, he looked into the camera and smiled gently, before saying;
"Valorous luck in the future, mine own dearest offspring. Moth'r and fath'r loveth thee."
⚔️ The video then cuts as the pod's recorder then put up the words: RECORDING FINISHED. WOULD YOU LIKE TO WATCH AGAIN: YES. NO. in Cybertronian.
⚔️ Optimus looked down at the Predacon sparkling, who was still gripped onto his arm, and he smiled, lightly petting its head as it purred louder and rubbed against his servo.
"Well, looks like we have a new addition to the team."
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⚔️ Optimus opened his eyes, groaning as he felt his frame tweak and creak with his movements. That fight with the Decepticons yesterday really screwed him up. Maybe he'll just go for a little drive with the Predacon-
⚔️ Where is the Predacon? OH PRIMUS, WHERE IS THE PREDACON?!
"Ratchet!" Optimus yelled he sprung out of his room and towards the living room where the team was relaxing and healing.
"What's going on, Prime?" He replied.
"I can't find the Predacon!"
"WHAT?!"
-- A few hours later...
⚔️ Four hours. It took four hours to locate the Predacon. They were looking at the animals moving around the forest with sparkling optics, only to see Optimus and sprint to him, latching onto his leg like how they did with his arm just a few days prior when they were found.
"Y'know, you kinda acted like a Mother-Bird to them." Sari said as they drove back to the base.
"A 'Mother-Bird'? What do you mean?"
"Well, when you found out the Predacon was gone, you freaked out. Y'know? Now, you're calmer then Prowl when he's meditating."
"Then what does a mothering bird have to do with my moods?"
⚔️ Sari groaned and looked out the window, just telling Optimus to speak to Ratchet about it when they got back. He just agreed and kept driving, finally coming to a stop once inside the factory-made-base.
"Ratchet? May I speak to you?"
"Go ahead."
"Sari compared me to a mothering bird on the way back. She said when I went from being panicked to 'calmer than Prowl when he's meditating', it reminded her of it."
"That's because you were acting like a parent who lost their child. In other words: you love that thing just as much as it loves you. Don't worry about your skills at raising them, it's obvious you're just the Bot to take the reigns." He assured, patting the younger Cyberronian's shoulder before walking to his room to recharge.
⚔️ Optimus looked at his servos and silenced the rushing thoughts in his head. Ever since day once, the Predacon had been right by his side. And as he wondered if he was doing good enough for them, they just doubled their love for him by the thousands. Maybe... he was doing enough for them?
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⚔️ Another treat was tossed in your direction, a smile plastered on your face as you jumped around happily, grabbing all of the treats with a vigor matching a human child.
⚔️ Earlier that day, the Elite Guard had come down to see the Predacon sparkling and examine it for anything dangerous. Though, Sentinel, in true Sentinel-Fashion, began insulting Optimus the moment they touched down and gained contact.
⚔️ You growled from the Autobots' leader's shoulder as you listened to Sentinel speak. You may not speak like they do yet, but you understood them well enough.
⚔️ When Sentinel, Jazz, and Ultra Magnus made it to the base and began to speak about your conditions upon discovery and everything from then, you sat with Sari, watching her play around with one of her machines. Your spiky, colorful tail wagging as you watched happily.
"Well, it needs to come back with us to Cybertron for further testing, right, Ultra Magnus?" Sentinel spoke.
"They're not an 'it', Sentinel. They're a living, sentient being. Not some data-pad."
⚔️ Sentinel rolled his Optimus as he scoffed.
"Yeah, right. Look at it, Optimus. You think that thing can produce a single cognitive thought? You've gotta be kidding."
"They do produce cognitive thoughts, they're extremely intelligent."
"Oh please. It's being raised by you of all Cybertronians."
⚔️ At those insults, you stood, spread your wings, and lunged at Sentinel. In the time, you managed to scratch one of his optics and bite his ankle hard enough to draw energon.
⚔️ He screamed and jumped up, swinging you around as you held onto him. His big chin annoyed you at first, but his insults just solidified his place on your 'Bitch List'.
"Get it off me! Get it off me!" He screamed.
⚔️ Jazz watched with wide optics, trying to calm Sentinel down. Meanwhile, Ultra Magnus sighed and motioned for Optimus to handle the sparkling.
"Y/N. Hey, come here, sweetspark. I'm right here." He called, holding his arms out in the signal for an embrace, which you could never turn down.
⚔️ You ran into his arms and hugged him, wings tucking in as your upper legs held onto his shoulders and your lower were held by his other servo.
"It seems the Predacon has become attatched to you, Optimus Prime." Ultra Magnus spoke.
"Yes, they have, Sir."
"Then, I see no need to take them from you. It's obvious you have control of the situation."
"Thank you, Sir." A large smile formed on Optimus' face as he felt you nuzzle into his chest.
"And, you named them, I heard? Y/N?"
⚔️ Your head perked up as your tail slightly wagged. Ultra Magnus looked a little bit like Optimus, and you really liked Optimus.
"Lovely name choice for them." He said, a slight smile on his face as he stroked your helm once before ordering for the Elite Guard duo to get the ship ready to depart back to Cybertron.
"But, Ultra Magnus, Sir! The Predacon-"
"Will be handled by the ones who discovered them. Now, get ready to leave."
"Yes, Sir..."
⚔️ Nobody messes with Mama Optimus and gets away happily. Nobody.
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Y/n: I am gonna call Unicron *data pad noises*
Sparkling: NoUhahh nO NooO CaLl pRimus
Y/n: I'm not calling Primus I'm calling Unicron.
* PANICKED Sparkling sounds*
Sparkling: noo I'm good
Y/n: Yeah eat their servos cause their bad, mhmm, take their servos and optics.
*Knockout dying in the back while Rachet shakes his head*
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Y/n, holding in their laughter: Hey, how do you ask a glass of water what it’s doing? Prowl: A glass of water is an inanimate object. Therefore, it's incapable of having a thought process or understanding basic human language. Y/n: Y/n: Water you doing?
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"don't worry my hero I'm here for you"
I drew it with all love(Better version👇🏻)
I was listening to this song👆🏻at the end of the art The movie was great, especially the song:"what it sounds like"I love it! I also did not sleep tonight Don't worry, I will sleep soon. This is my vacation and I will not prevent or deprive myself from staying up late because of school
Also read a lot of Optimus Prime X Reader especially from you @t-a-a-1 Always read what you write, trust me wait for the next chapters especially tlk optimus income into TFP world I will relax and leave you alone if I bother you👍🏻
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I don't know if anyone has done this before, we all know that Cybertronians are afraid of Scraplets and I see a situation in my mind where the Autobots/Decepticons saw us (humans) being afraid of a 🪳 . They laugh it off saying that those creatures could be easily crushed by their servos until—
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You : *sees a 🪳 and freeze on the spot*
Autobot/Decepticon : Why did you stop? *sees you locks eyes with a 🪳*
You : Don't— move...a muscle....
Autobot/Decepticon : *rolls optics* You're afraid of that small thing? It's just a bug, it can't harm you!
You : Yes it can!
Autobot/Decepticon : Allow me to get rid of it for you *walks over to the 🪳*
You : NO, (Cybertronian/Name) DON'T—
🪳 : *target locked, flight ✈️ mode engage, fly towards the cybertronian's face and proceeds to crawl between the gaps of their helm*
Autobot/Decepticon : *unholy pterodactyl screech* IT'S INSIDE OF ME! GET IT OOOUUUTT!!!!! AHHH! I CAN FEEL IT NIBBLING ON MY CABLES!!!!!
You : 🧍
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A/n : and now the cybertronians has another creature to be afraid of—
#transformers x reader#transformers#autobots#decepticons#transformer idw#transformers one#transformer prime
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On Transformers and Human soulmate tropes...
(i do personally attack starscream at the end, i'm sorry starscream lovers, i love him too, but he's just a sad, devious little guy.)
Just a little thought here, so, I love soulmate tropes. Depending on the plot, they can be really fun and take so many interesting paths as a medium used within storytelling, whether romantic or platonic.
But what i want to talk about specifically is Transformer x Human soulmate tropes. Like, you have this super sweet side to it where the bot can be like 'I have waited my entire life to find you, finally, I can hold you in my arms and we never have to part again'. Depending on the character/story/type of SM (soulmate, shortening it because I'm not gonna keep writing it out) trope of course.
Can I just say how...instrumentally fucked this is though? So you have this race of robots who live for, what is essentially millennia out in the wild unless they catch the smoke. Their soulmate ends up being this little creature that lives for 80, maybe 100 years tops before dying. -Unless we're going for some kind of mind switch body type thing, but we all know how that went with spike in g1.
Our beloved robo blorbos will eventually have to cope with the fact that their soulmate, the person or creature they're MEANT to be with via laws of the universe, will die a LOT sooner than they will.
This especially hits hard with the decepticons who, depending on continuity -- hate humanity already. Bots who've gone through so much, losing their home, friends, and their dignities; have to learn to put up with and accept this creature as their fated mate/spouse/conjux endura, whatever you want to call it- SOULMATE.
Then the decepticons just have to deal with the fact that they're going to lose this person too, just like they've already lost everything else and oh GOD. Maybe they choose to forget about them and move on, stay alone and mourn what could have been if the universe hadn't had such a fucked sense of humor. Maybe they choose to accept it, but never let their SM too close because they know they'll just be hurt so much more hurt when the inevitable comes.
Then you have to think about decepticons having to possibly protect their SM from other cons! From being taken and 'saved' by the autobots.
Imagine some bots or cons just flying off the handle, going crazy just to try and keep their human alive in any way they possibly can, afraid of running out of time.
(Starscream lovers forgive me for the angst)
And Starscream especially, Maybe he'd try. He'd have a great time, take a chance, and give it a go. But what if he's actually terrified? Maybe he'd also self sabotage a little, knowing the relationship will never last too long anyways; not in the short blink of time it would be next to his life. Maybe, he doesn't actually know what to do with himself in a positive relationship after being, i dunno, consistently dogged on by megatron and he freezes.
There's something actually good for him, and since he isn't sure how to receive or accept that fact, he's gone. And maybe he'll come back, but the cycle could repeat.
(Im sorry, unless you put a tracker on him and call his ass and really give him some therapy. get him some god damn therapy.)
But yeah. All around, the angst potential is immense for this stuff and it makes me sad to think about so I thought i would share it instead of just write about it in an actual fic because my character analysis and ability to comprehend my own thoughts is so shit.
Okay, CIAOOOOOO~
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Imagine after a very long and hard day of College/School/Work, Optimus said that he could pick you up as he and the others didn't really have anything to do for the day, outside was a bit dark as you waited for Optimus to arrive and a sudden honk took you out of your trace as you look up to see him in his truck alt, now you and Optimus were having a peaceful and calm ride back to the base though you were really tired so you decided to have a quick nap if it was okay for Optimus
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"How was College/School/Work?"
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"Name?"
He then moved his rear view mirror to you as he saw you asleep, your head laying on the seatbelt as he gave out a rumble, turning down the music to make sure you were comfortable enough
"Sleep well, you deserve the rest after working so hard"
-A<3
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