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gxr25256 · 8 months ago

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A Flicker of Connection - Thundercraker x reader

🌵 He simply wanted someone to talk to.

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The first thing Thundercracker felt was betrayal—sharp, physical betrayal that seared across his faceplate, the blast striking him with a fury he should’ve anticipated. But he hadn’t expected Skywarp, of all mechs, to lash out like that. Perhaps he’d thought their years as trine, their shared battles and triumphs, would mean something.

But he was wrong. The mark of Skywarp’s anger, of his belief in Thundercracker’s failure, still scarred his metal plating. Now, in this forgotten building, far from the battle’s aftermath, he hid in silence. An old, crumbling structure on the outskirts of a city teeming with humans—the very beings he had risked everything to save. The glow of static from the Earth televisions he’d cobbled together washed over him, throwing flickering blue light across his frame as he replayed those events.

The scene from that day felt carved into his processor. Autobots and Decepticons, locked in vicious combat, and there he’d been, caught in between, feeling a gnawing sense of disgust for the very cause he’d once fought for. He remembered the humans’ faces, the terror etched into their expressions, and it had struck something deep within him. They were small, fragile—but there was something else he couldn't name that seemed... worth saving.

Thundercracker’s red optics dimmed as he watched the images on the screen shift to a romance film. Two humans, laughing, leaning close, as if their world consisted only of each other. It made no sense, these seemingly trivial displays. But he was drawn to it, this softer side of Earth culture, an escape from his own reality.

He didn't know how long he’d been hiding. Days, weeks? Time slipped by unnoticed, blending into one unbroken stretch of isolation. The world he knew was fractured, his purpose hazy, and it was only through these screens that he found fleeting distractions.

Suddenly, a faint noise made him freeze. There was a crunching of gravel outside, the slow approach of someone—or something—tiptoeing toward him. Thundercracker immediately straightened, readying his blaster, though his energy levels were low, and he doubted he could manage more than a warning shot.

When he saw who stepped into the doorway, his optic shutters clicked open in surprise. A human. Young, wide-eyed, and staring at him as if he were some strange, unimaginable creature.

You froze as soon as you spotted him. For a second, you just stood there, wide-eyed, mouth half-open, trying to process what you were seeing: a massive, mechanical creature, battered and worn, watching you intently. You could feel your heartbeat thunder in your chest, but something kept you rooted in place, as if curiosity outweighed fear, just barely.

Thundercracker didn’t move, watching you with equal surprise. He raised a hand slowly, almost in a placating gesture, and you flinched, nerves tense.

“…You’re…you’re real?” you whispered, more to yourself than to him.

Thundercracker’s gaze softened slightly, though his tone remained guarded. “Last I checked,” he replied, the rumble of his voice reverberating through the empty space. The deep, almost gentle tone surprised you.

Your eyes flicked around nervously, your shoulders tense. “I, uh… I’ve heard of you guys in the news… seen the damage you can do, but I never thought—” You stopped yourself, swallowing visibly. “Never thought I’d see one of you here.” Your voice was shaky, and you struggled to hold his gaze, feeling as though he could see right through you.

“Most wouldn’t expect to.” He glanced at the floor, his optics narrowing slightly. “You’re not…scared?”

“Uh…” You glanced at his scarred faceplate, the mangled remnants of what was once a proud Seeker helm. “Maybe a little.”

Thundercracker frowned at your answer but not in annoyance, just in confusion. “Maybe?”

You chuckled awkwardly, rubbing your neck. “Okay, a lot,” you admitted. “But… I mean, if you wanted to hurt me, you would’ve done it by now, right?”

Thundercracker tilted his head slightly, surprised by your audacity. Most humans would have run by now. But this one…this one was staying, even as their pulse quickened with obvious anxiety. “What are you doing here, then? Humans don’t exactly wander into places like this without reason.”

You shrugged, trying to look casual though your nerves were clear. “I guess… I’m just curious.”

Thundercracker raised a brow. "Curious?”

"About… you. Cybertronians.” You cast a sidelong glance at him. “Everyone’s always talking about you all like you’re… some kind of monsters or gods. But here you are, sitting in an abandoned building, watching TV like… like a person.”

“TV?” His optics brightened, and you couldn’t help but notice the way they flickered with interest. “You call it TV?”

You blinked, momentarily thrown off by the shift in his tone. “Uh, yeah. TV. Television?”

“Interesting.” Thundercracker looked back at the screen, where a couple danced slowly under a wash of soft lights. “Humans put a lot of effort into these… emotional displays. It’s fascinating, how two individuals act as though they mean everything to each other.”

You cracked a small, hesitant smile. “Watching human movies, huh?” you teased softly, your fear melting into curiosity. “Didn’t think giant robots were into romance films.”

He felt a strange spark at the teasing, something he hadn’t felt in a long time—almost a sense of camaraderie, ridiculous as it was. “Although it is interesting, it is still… confusing,” he admitted, looking back at the screen. “Humans… they spend so much time on these things. I don’t understand why.”

You laughed softly, surprised at yourself for feeling so at ease with him. “Yeah, well, romance and emotions are kinda complicated.” The sound of your laughter caught him off guard. It was small but oddly comforting.

After a beat, you continued, “It’s about… connection, I guess. People want to feel close to someone else, to feel understood.” You looked at him, your expression softening. “It probably sounds strange to you.”

Thundercracker was quiet for a moment, letting your words sink in. “Connection…” he murmured. You saw a flicker of something in his optics—thoughtfulness, maybe? He looked so different from the images you’d seen of his kind.

He shifted slightly, his optics meeting yours. “And humans… how do they know when they have this… connection? What makes it worth the risk?”

The question hung in the air, heavier than you’d expected. You looked away, thinking hard. “It’s hard to explain,” you said finally, your voice thoughtful. “I guess… it’s when you meet someone who makes you feel less alone. Someone who cares even if they don’t really have to. And even if it’s risky or scary, it’s worth it because… well, life’s kinda empty without it.”

Thundercracker absorbed this, his gaze softening as he tried to imagine it. It reminded him of his trine bond. It was bittersweet to think about their relationship now compared to before the war. They might argue but not to the extent of conflict like this. His wings drooped at the thought.

Seeing that, you felt a pang of sympathy. Without even thinking, you found yourself asking, “Are you okay?” Maybe it was too real, the way he expressed his emotions through his wings, the way his optics dimmed slightly. It wasn’t anything like what you’d seen of Cybertronians before—the images were always of emotionless machines, destructive and relentless.

Thundercracker was surprised by your question, realizing how vulnerable he must have looked. Slightly embarrassed, he coughed. "Why do you ask?"

You looked back at him, and for a moment, your gazes held. In that quiet space, you murmured, “Never mind.” Something shifted between you, a flicker of understanding that you couldn’t quite name. For some reason, you felt a strange warmth toward him—a feeling that was both alarming and oddly comforting.

“So… what’s your favorite movie so far?” you asked, trying to break the intensity with a small smile.

His optics brightened slightly. "Movie?" .He grinned, looking back at the screen. “There was this one… a detective story. The human tracked down his lost partner. Saved him in the end. A victory without killing. There are only adventures that the man must go through on his way to save his partner.He is not even physically strong but he never gives up. That tenacity is interesting.” Thundercracker's voice grew more excited as he talked about the movie.

You nodded, eyes bright with interest. “Detective dramas, huh? You like the mystery?”

Thundercracker let out a low chuckle. “I like the parts where they show their strengths without… violence. Where they find other ways.”

“Yeah,” you agreed, feeling a warmth in your chest. “Sometimes strength isn’t about fighting. It’s about… being there for someone, even if you’re scared or unsure.” You looked back at him, feeling something deeper, something that felt real. “I think that’s something anyone can respect.”

Thundercracker considered that, his optics glowing dimly in the low light. Maybe he was more like these humans than he’d ever allowed himself to consider. Maybe, in a way, he’d been fighting the wrong battles for too long. The thought felt heavy, but at the same time, it lifted something in him.

The conversation ebbed into a gentle silence, the two of you just sitting there—him, a towering Cybertronian, and you, a small, fragile human. Both talked together, shared about movies, and sometimes made fun of silly things on tv.

You glanced at the screen, where another movie had started—a comedy this time—and chuckled softly. Then, checking your watch, you realized it was getting late. Talking to him made you lose track of time; the conversation felt like something you didn’t want to break away from.

“I should probably get going,” you murmured, looking a little hesitant. “It’s getting late, and…I don��t want anyone to find out I’ve been here.”

Thundercracker’s optics brightened slightly as he processed your words. “Leaving already?” There was a touch of disappointment in his tone, something he hadn’t intended to show.

His optics narrowed, the faintest glint of disappointment flashing across them. He hadn’t realized how much he’d come to enjoy this conversation, this connection, however small.

“Are you…going to come back?” His question slipped out before he had a chance to think about it. He quickly looked away, trying to mask the hint of eagerness in his voice.

You turned back, looking up at him with a bit of surprise and maybe even a touch of sympathy. “I…I could, yeah,” you said softly, your eyes thoughtful. “I mean…if you’d like that.”

Thundercracker gave a small nod, attempting to appear casual though his gaze was intently focused on you. “I suppose…having someone around to explain this…‘TV’…would be useful.” There was a faint hint of a smirk in his tone, an attempt to lighten the moment. But there was a sincerity there.

Your lips quirked into a smile. “Alright, then,” you said, your tone soft but genuine. “I’ll come by when I can. Show you a few more human classics. Who knows? Maybe you’ll end up with a favorite.”

Thundercracker’s optics softened. He could feel a glimmer of something he hadn’t himself to feel in a long time—hope. “I look forward to it,” he said, voice almost a murmur.

Thundercracker watched as you slipped out of the doorway, your form disappearing into the deepening shadows. He stayed there for a long time, his gaze fixed on the spot where you had stood, the quiet hum of the TV filling the empty space.

In that moment, he realized that for the first time in a long while, he had something to look forward to—however small, however fragile. A connection, as you had called it.

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monstertreden · 3 months ago

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☕︎ ENERGON & TEA ☕︎

-Reader: FEM reader -TW: none, slight "innuendos" towards the end -Character: Thundercraker (Transformers series) -Summary: He won't pay attention to you all day, what was he up to? -Word count : 2204 -A/N: Yipiii I've used my art as the thumbnail eheheh. Some of people that liked the drawing wanted to see the fanfic, I hope you may like ittt :) It took me a bit more than I expected, since I've been sick all week :(

He has been unusually quiet all day long. Normally, despite being a reserved type, he would break the ice, but today he was so absorbed in his own datapad (just like an ipad kid) to even pay attention to you, minutes ago he almost stepped on you without noticing. Did Starscream assign him too much work? With that frown on his face, you could assume he was beyond annoyed…

And you craved that attention. You were already small next to him- a colossal metal alien robot that now towered above you on his chair. Since last week it has been particularly windy and today was exactly like that, you were FREEZING, the frigid air seemed to seep into your bones. There weren’t functional heaters around, you desperately needed something to warm you up, but that blankie of yours wrapped around your shoulders surely wasn’t enough to keep you warm and fuzzy. You could feel the numbing fingers of winter creeping in, and all you could think about was how to escape the chill that enveloped you.

You eyed Thundercracker, his massive frame radiating warmth while he remained completely oblivious to your suffering. The audacity.

You tugged your blanket tighter, but it was mostly useless. The cold was relentless, and he was right. There., an actual walking, talking heater—yet he wasn’t even sparing you a glance, his optics reflecting the datapad blue hue.

You let out a frustrated huff. Maybe a little, gentle nudge would remind him you existed, right there, just under his pedes, seeking his attention. Taking a few steps closer, you reached up and gave his leg a push. Nothing. Not even a glance. Alright, desperate times called for desperate measures.

“Thundercrackerrrrrrrrr” you whined, voice muffled in your blanket cocooned around you. “I’m cold.”

Across from you, the Seeker remained hunched over his datapad, completely absorbed in whatever he was reading. His wings twitched—progress. But still, no real reaction. Certainly not what you were hoping for.

Pouting,you tried again, stomping your foot for emphasis. “Hey, I know you run warm! C’mon, let me borrow some of that Seeker body heat, instead of hoarding it like a selfish jet!!”

That finally got his attention. With an exasperated sigh, he lowered his datapad just enough to give you an unimpressed look. His optics flickered over your bundled-up form before deadpanning,“You could just say you want attention instead of making it sound like an emergency.”

“It. is. an emergency, are you mocking me??” you insisted, eyebrows raised dramatically, wrapping your arms tighter around yourself “I’m dying, TC. Right here. Right here in front of you.”

He scoffed dismissively, clearly not buying it. His gaze right back to the glowing datapad in his hands “You’re not dying.”

“I could be,” you shot back, snuggling deeper into your blanket. “Hypothermia. Frostbite. Who knows how much longer I have before I become an ice sculpture!” His mouth opened to protest but you quickly shushed him, raising a finger "Don't you dare gaslight me, you glorified built-in heater"

He exhaled through his vents, optics narrowing slightly. “That’s not what gaslighting means.”

“It is when I say it is,” you huffed, refusing to back down “Now, are you gonna let me mooch off your internal warmth or am I filing an official complaint to the Decepticon HR department?”

His optics dimmed in exhaustion. “There is no HR department.” He stated, his patience wearing thin with the back and forth.

“That’s only because they haven’t heard my case yet. There will be if I keep suffering like this.”

Thundercracker stared at you for a long deliberate moment, his expression unreadable. Then, with an audible sigh of why me, he set his datapad down and shifted just enough to allow you closer. “Fine. But if you drool on me, I’m launching you outside to let you freeze.” What a big fat lie he just told.

Grinning in triumph, you wasted no time in pressing yourself against his side, gently being picked up by hi hand and put near his neck, already blissfully basking in the warmth radiating from his cables.

Oh. Oh. This was so much better.

Thundercracker, however, barely spared you another glance before refocusing on his datapad. His optics flickered as he scrolled through whatever had him so engrossed, his expression unreadable.

Naturally, that only made you more curious.

“What are you writinggg?” You craned your neck, attempting to peer over the massive digits partially shielding the screen. Immediately, his servo shifted, cupping around your face to block your view as he turned the datapad further out of reach. “Nothing,” he said a little too quickly. “Just Starscream’s work. The usual report that slag was supposed to do and hand to Shockwave but dumped on me—HEY! HOW—”

Being small had its advantages. Like a determined hamster slipping through the digits of his hand, you expertly wriggled free , using his own shoulder plating as leverage to climb higher. You leaned over, eyes scanning the glowing lines of Cybertronian script… Some of those strange glyphs seemed familiar. After spending so much time around Thundercracker, you had gradually picked up the language. Although you weren’t fluent, you could understand enough to realize that this wasn’t just another boring Decepticon report. You squinted your eyes, reading out loud :

"He would always find solace in the storm, caught not in the chaos of before or the aftermath, but in the very moment. The roar of thunder would speak to him without judgment, a familiarity he longed for. Decades of wishes led him to the only place he truly felt at home, where the howling winds would always wait for him. They would always hug his bigger frame with their smaller hands while he recharged, but especially when they joined under the stars—"

That definitely didn’t sound like the usual boring logistics or reports Starscream routinely dumped on Thundercracker. Your curiosity flared as you tried to decipher more, but before you could get further, a very flustered Thundercracker snatched the datapad away, holding it high out of reach.

“Alright, enough snooping, you little rodent ”

You grinned up at him, arms crossed over your chest. “That didn’t look like work to me. It looked like some kind of—” you paused for dramatic effect, “poetry.”

His optics widened slightly, then narrowed as he pointed a finger at you. “First of all, it’s not poetry.” The way his wings twitched violently told you everything you needed to know.

You smirked triumphantly. “Oh, It totally is.”

Thundercracker groaned, rubbing his faceplate in exasperation. “It’s just—something I write sometimes. It’s nothing important. Just classified information”

“It so is! You even wrote about the wind hugging you—oh my god, TC, are you writing self-insert romance?”

For a second, he remained quiet and scowled. “I've told you! That’s classified!” He kept insisting.

“No way!” You giggled, eyes darting back to the glowing text of the datapad, but before you could read another sentence, his large hand effortlessly scooped you up with way more ease than should be legal.

Dang it. He had size on his side too.

Grumbling, he plopped you back down into the crook of his neck as if that would make you forget everything. “You saw nothing.”

However, you couldn’t help but snicker, already warming up again. “Oh, no, I saw everything. And now I have so many questions just for you mister alien.”

Thundercracker groaned, muttering something about regretting ever letting you sit near his neck. "You promise not to laugh…?"

"I pinky promise!" you replied, raising a finger to seal the vow with mock solemnity.

Just then he hesitated, “Just so you know…this is uhm..meant for a more mature audience actually" His optics flickered between you and the datapad still clutched in his hand , raising his glasses. “I— I’ve tried sharing my work before,” he admitted, voice quieter now, like he was letting you in on a secret no one else knew. “Other bots— they don’t get it. They think it’s weird. Call me names for it.” His vents exhaled sharply, like he was forcing the words out. “So, I stopped.”

"Then something happened, one night…I've gathered some courage…I— I got the courage to start posting again. On a brand new blog,all mine.” His wings twitched, and if you didn’t know better, you’d almost think he was flustered." That's where..I started finding my own people, bots who enjoy my writings, who get it, who get me-they- uh,,it's embarassing to explain it" Your eyes widened. “You’ve got fans? followers??”

“Not fans, or er followers, I don't care if they're millions” he grumbled, glaring at nothing in particular. “Just… bots who don’t make fun of me.”

"….millions…?" A wide grin spread across your face, practically vibrating, grabbing his faceplate. “THUNDERCRAKER YOU'RE FAMOUS”

“Stop it.”

“Oh. my. god., you’re a secret literary influencer. AND YOU DIDN'T TELL ME? Thundercraker I'm utterly disappointed in you…Do you have a pen name? Do you do Q&As? Do you—”

Clearly exasperated he let out a long sigh"…-I, yes." , getting it all out of his chest "on my side blog"Leaning even closer to his faceplace, your curiosity piqued “Wait, wait—what do you write on the side blog? Is it more poetry? Deep reflections? Or—” Your gasp was audible miles away, eyes practically sparkling. “Do you write fic?”

Thundercracker stiffened, as if the mere suggestion had thrown him off balance.

You inhaled sharply, realization washing over you. “YOU DO.”

His vents whirred with increasing intensity. “I will throw you.”

“Ohhh, seems like someone likes to write fanfiction about their peers!” you teased, grinning like you’d just uncovered Cybertron’s best-kept secret. “What is it?? Secret forbidden Decepticon romances? Dramatic retellings of mission failures? Starscream redemption arcs?”

He made a noise between a frustrated groan and a static-laced growl. “It’s not that.”

You gasped theatrically, pressing a hand to your chest. “Oh God, is it about Megatron?”

Thundercracker recoiled so hard his thrusters nearly flared to life, causing a brief shimmer of light around him. “ABSOLUTELY NOT…or well, yet”

You waved a hand nonchalantly, leaning back into your blanket. “Oh, come on, TC! I can just picture it now—Decepticons in love, right? You, writing about all your fellow Seekers in dramatic, very emotional situations. Spicy stuff too, right?”

Ah, you caught on even quicker than he expected. His wings twitched nervously, and his gaze flickered down to you“It’s not exactly… what you think,” he muttered, as if trying to downplay his fascination.

“Oh?” You practically bounced with curiosity. “So you don’t write about your fascination with your other peers? I mean, I’ve seen some pretty intense stuff on the net— wait a second…if that's not the case… then…” You leaned in closer ( if that was even possible), squinting up at him with a playful grin. “—Bot x Human?”

He froze. Silence stretched between you, thick enough to cut with a blade. His wings gave an involuntary twitch, his vents releasing a slow, steady exhale like he was already regretting everything.

“I knew it!That’s your thing! You’ve been writing about us all along!”

Thundercracker hesitated, his optics flickering, and there was no hiding the slight tinge of something deeper behind his words. “I… I just think humans are… fascinating. They’re small, but they feel everything so strongly. I mean, they’re capable of emotions and connections that—” He stuttered.

“Aw, TC,” you teased, your grin widening. “You’re a romantic.” *Thundercracker blinked at you, surprised by your response. “You’re… not weirded out?”

“Nope.” You grinned playfully. “Honestly? I think it's kinda sweet, even if it’s a bit scary. Picture a big Decepticon like you, writing stories about us humans and what makes them tick?” You snickered. “You’re like a secret human studies scholar! And from now on I'll be your own personal teacher! mhh, or maybe human muse sounds more fun, don't you think?”

“Also, I’m full of useful knowledge!” nudging his hand "Before you know it, you’ll be an expert on humans. And hey, who knows? You might even get better at writing them… in all areas eheh even the spicy bits, the things humans like to read about late at night. You know the ones.” You shot him a knowing look. “I’ve seen plenty of spicy fanfics out there. I’m sure your readers would love that content from a Decepticon writer!”

He vented against your face, his wings twitching nervously for the tenth time. "Fine then. If you want to help so badly…" You felt him mass shift beneath you, the air growing thicker, and tense.

In an instant, you found yourself nearly pressed against his side as his hand moved into a more comfortable position to hold you. The sensation of his body, now slightly taller and bigger than yours, felt like a strange mix of security and intimacy. Thundercracker shifted once more, making sure you were settled before his voice returned, quieter but with a hint of nervousness.

"If you'll allow me then-" his hands twitched and stopped just above your shirt.

You couldn’t suppress a grin, feeling the excitement building. "Oh, I think you’ll do just fine. We could use this time to learn more about what makes…both bots and humans…unique".

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