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monotonesmile · 17 days ago

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Can I request Human Villain GN! Reader x rottmnt but it was they forced to work together and the boy started to note some things

Like Read have rules like no hurting or traumatising kids

And if they don't attack first or show aggression to the reader then they won't hurt them

And she stuck to the deal like the Rottmnt made a deal with them but later on when they had to perfect the escape plan and could leave them for dead but they didn't and instead helped them and only said ‘a deal ' deal’

Sorry, I did it wrong but I love you writing and have a good day or night when you see this :)

A Deal is a Deal

[Rottmnt Boys X GN!Villain!Reader]

[Word Count: 4.2k] <- all three together

[Warnings: Mentions of injuries, swearing]

[Fic Genre: Hurt/Comfort? Fluff]

[Notes: I decided it would be better to do separate stories for each brother, so do enjoy all or whoever is your favorite! And thank you for the request, it gave me something to do while I was on vacation! also yes Raph was longer, my bad, got into the zone.]

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[Leo] [Wc: 1.1k]

While fighting against a few of their villains that had teamed up, the excessive amount of force and crashing into walls had made the building unstable, causing it to come crashing down, luckily Leo managed to make a portal to get his brothers to safety but before he could escape with them, the ceiling collapsed where the portal was, rubble crashing down around him, knocking him to the ground, his sword clattering to the ground and falling down an opening in the floor.

Leo was going to get up if it weren’t for a piece of rubble hitting him in the head, momentarily blacking out as his vision faded, the last thing he could hear was the crumbling building collapsing. When he came to, his face scrunched at the feeling of his pounding head, before his eyes snapped open to the feeling of someone poking his forehead, glancing up at them looming over his body, crouched down with a blank expression. He blinked at them, his mind racing with confused thoughts, had they gotten trapped down here too?

“Need a hand?” They straightened up, getting to their feet as they held out a hand for him to grab, raising an eyebrow as he blinked owlishly at them.

“Uh…yeah.” Leo had almost expected them to attack him the instant he woke up, or even before when he was vulnerable, but they didn’t, so he grabs their hand, getting himself up onto his unsteady feet, he could feel the bruise that’s forming on his head, not to mention the amount of cuts and scrapes he has.

“Good?” They tilt their head as they pull him up onto his feet, making sure he’s steady by holding his biceps, waiting for his legs to stabilize under him, a slight look of understanding in their eyes when he grimaces from pain. “If you need to sit, you can.”

“No, no, I'm good…” Leo grunts, wobbling on his feet, using their body as support to stand. “Why did you help me? Aren't you supposed to be an evil villain?” He points at them, almost poking their face with his fingers.

They stare at him, blinking with a blank expression on their face, almost as if they were looking at him like he's stupid. “I wasn't going to leave you here, even if I'm a villain. That's wrong, both morally and in general.”

That surprised the turtle in blue, he had always had the impression that they were just a cruel villain that would only look out for themself, as long as they could escape, but apparently…he was wrong about them, though that suspicion lingered in his mind.

“Besides, I was gonna ask if you wanted to make a deal, I won't attack or leave you behind as long as you do the same for me.” They shrug as he finally steadies himself, crossing their arms as he lowers his arm, looking dumbfounded.

“You're making a deal…with me? A super evil villain is making a deal with the most handsome turtle in all of Manhattan?” Of course Leo made a jab at them while complimenting himself in the process.

“Yes, I am…” They chose to ignore the jab at them, instead confirming their already obvious offer.

“...fine.” Leo huffs begrudgingly, though he doesn't expect them to uphold their end of the deal, but he chooses not to voice it, mainly because he's in no condition to fight. “I accept your deal, villain.”

“I somehow knew you would.” They hum as they smile slightly, a small smirk gracing their face as they turn to start walking. “C'mon, let's find a way out.” They gesture him to follow along, leading the way, and putting themself in the direct path of any danger, like a guard.

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It felt like hours with how long they'd been searching through the unstable caution corridors or the destroyed building, keeping their head on a swivel, they had no idea who else could be trapped down here, and they both weren't keen on finding out.

“We've been walking for hours!” Leo groans, arms hanging loosely by his sides as he drags himself behind them, complaining like a child.

“You'll live. Also it's only been an hour.” They sigh, shaking their head as they listen to his constant complaining, he's been going on and on for thirty minutes!

“That’s still a long time…!” Leo whines, pouting at them, his arms crossed over his chest, earning him a very done expression from them, before they continue walking, much to Leo’s dismay.

They sigh, rubbing their temples, ducking under a piece of rebar sticking out from the wall, they were going to respond but the ground started to rumble and crumble beneath them. They managed to grab onto the rebar they previously ducked under, keeping themself on stable ground, but Leo wasn’t quick enough to grab onto anything, his feet sliding out from under him as he started to slip towards the cavern forming in the ground.

For a moment, Leo believed that he was done for, he was going to fall to his death, he was going to be without his brothers, his hands tried to grip onto anything, but the rubble fell with him, not giving him solid ground, but he was torn away from his thoughts as their hands grabbed his arm just as he went over the side of the caving in floor, halting his descent into the darkness below.

“Shit!” They grunt as they grabbed onto him, feet planted as they dragged him back up to safety with some help from Leo pulling himself up with them, his scales scraping against the concrete and rocks.

Leo was shocked when they pulled him up, dragging him to safety, away from the collapsing floor, to somewhere more stable, his feet dragging beneath him while he stared up at their determined yet concerned face, a hint of admiration worming its way into his heart. “Y-You saved me? Why…?”

“We made a deal, and I intend on keeping it. A deal is a deal.” They didn’t release his hand as they pulled him along behind them, continuing their search for an exit to this hellhole of a collapsed building.

Leo felt baffled as he was dragged behind them, his voice failing him with his gratitude, but his feet finally moving in tandem with theirs, as much as he hated to admit it, his heart felt almost warmer by their actions, his tail slowly wagging as they kept their focus ahead, exhausted by the journey and his near death experience, but they kept pulling him along, hand wrapped around his, subconsciously keeping him close so he's safe.

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[Donnie] [Wc: 1.1k]

Donnie had caught wind that one of their enemies was searching an abandoned lab, so in his infinite wisdom, he had followed them straight to the lab, stepping over overgrown vines, as he followed them from the shadows, watching them as they walked in an odd manner.

Which…he then found out exactly why they had been walking in such an odd way, as he had accidentally set off an alarm by tripping a wire that they had been so careful to avoid, and yet he completely missed despite being a trained ninja.

They whipped around the second they heard the alarms start blaring, a scowl on their face as they were met by the sheepish hunched over scientist, their scowl deepened before they both jumped as two walls slammed down from the ceiling with a resounding thud, trapping them in a small room with no exit. Donnie looks at them with a sheepish smile, before hunching back as their scowl became a glare the longer they stared at him, pinning the turtle in place with their eyes alone.

“Why the hell did you follow me? How did you even know I was here!?” It was obvious they were annoyed, if not furious, with him, glaring at him as they clenched their fists, willing themself into not full on screaming at him now that their progress is lost.

“Well…uh…why were you here?” Donnie sputters before avoiding their questions by redirecting them with his own, narrowing his eyes at them with suspicion. “It’s an abandoned lab site, nothing is here, nothing useful anyway. I would’ve taken it already if there was.” He huffs, crossing his arms.

“Oh jeez…” They sigh, rolling their eyes before responding. “I was trying to find some information I need for my mission.” Not that he needed to know what that mission is, and they aren’t going to tell him.

“Mission? What mission?” Donnie was rightly curious, if he could get any information out of them it would be greatly helpful in the future, maybe he and his brothers would be able to stop one of their schemes even sooner.

“I’m not telling you.” They deadpan before shaking their head to straighten their thoughts, focusing back on the current situation. “You do realize we’re trapped now, because of you, might I add…” They place their hands on their hips, scowl still present on their face.

“Oh please, I can get us out of here easily! Here, let’s make a deal, I can get us both out of here safe and sound!” Donnie held his head high, smug and confident with his skills, much to their annoyance.

“Yeah and if you can’t, I will.” They don’t look confident in him at all, watching as the turtle practically rips a panel off the wall, exposing internal wires, though their eyebrows raised slightly at the amount of strength he used. “Be careful with those-“ They went to warn him, those wires are old and who knows what they belong to, but Donnie had already pulled a wire from the panel, activating another trap.

They both froze, listening to gears click and start turning when the ceiling above them starts creaking as it starts to lower down towards them, to crush the two intruders. What kind of lab has this kind of security? They slowly look back towards Donnie, expectantly and annoyed, one of their eyes twitching as he winces at their scowl, continuing to fiddle with the wires.

“I can fix this! I can fix this…hopefully.” Donnie averted his gaze from their scowl, his hands trying to find the wire that could stop the ceiling from descending down into them, but he is rushing to fix it in his panic.

They groan, rolling their eyes so hard that it almost hurt before they walk over to the panel, standing behind the crouched turtle, staring at the multitude of colorful wires, which only stresses Donnie out more, but they reach out and promptly pull a single wire from the panel, the ceiling coming to a screeching halt that had they both cover their ears as the gears click, stopping them in place.

“How…how did you know which wire to pull?” Donnie’s blinks, looking up at them as he twists around to face them with utter bafflement, confusion all over his face as they look down at him.

“It was obvious.” They shrug, not elaborating any further, knowing that it would end up annoying the turtle to no end.

“You-“ Oh, it did annoy him, but he grumbled, standing up with a grunt as he stretched his arms before looking at them questioningly. “Why did you help? I thought you’d leave all the work to me.” He was still confused why they bothered to help him, they were enemies, they weren’t supposed to help each other.

“Are you serious?” They stare at him like he’s an idiot, sighing for the umpteenth time in just the past few minutes as they shut their eyes, rubbing their temples. “One, I don’t feel like being crushed to death, and two, we made a deal, as insignificant as it was, a deal is a deal.”

“Oh…right. That’s a good point.” Donnie mutters, they were right, nobody wants to be squished by a ceiling, and they did make a deal, although he had been more or less joking about it, they clearly took it seriously. Well, it did save them, so he can’t be upset about that.

Now all they had to do was get the walls up, which will hopefully be far easier than when he was trying to stop the ceiling from crushing them. Donnie crouched back down, pulling his goggles down to detect the right wires, actually searching the wires rather than pulling them out randomly like he was doing before.

Luckily, he eventually pulls the correct wire to open the doors after a couple of minutes, both of them watching as they slide back into the ceiling, disappearing amongst the static white, though now tinted over the years of abandonment. Donnie stands up, coughing awkwardly into his hand as he glances at them, wondering if they’re still going to keep searching the abandoned lab.

“So…uh…are you going to keep looking for…whatever…you’re looking for?” Donnie tilts his head, fidgeting with his hands as they look over at him with a raised eyebrow.

“Yes, I am.” They nod before moving on, still making sure to dodge any triggers or traps even though they seem to be easily escapable if you know what you’re doing.

Donnie was silent as he watched them walk off before his voice betrayed him, his thoughts exiting his mouth without his consent. “Do you mind if I join you?” He couldn’t stop himself from asking, he was curious, not just about them, but also any tech in this place.

They sigh as they stop, staring at the ground before waving him along. “C'mon…” They mutter, telling him to hurry up and follow them. “Just don’t step on another trap.”

“I won’t!” Donnie huffs, quickly jogging up to them, giddy with excitement as he pulls his goggles up, looking around at the abandoned lab and tech.

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[Raph] [Wc: 1.9k]

Raph did not like going into places alone, it had always freaked him out even as a kid, but he lost a bet between his brothers, and they, more like Leo, dared him to go into an abandoned amusement park all on his own to suffer the consequences of losing a simple pizza eating bet. Which left the biggest brother to shuffle around, the only sounds he could hear were the creaking of metal long rusted by natural weathering and the wood bending under his feet as his eyes shifted around, like he was waiting for something to jump out at him.

Raph almost jumped out of his skin when he heard footsteps from within the fog surrounding him, instinctively holding his fists up like he’s ready to fight, which he is more than ready to throw hands. His fists lowered in surprise when he saw them, one of their enemies, just walking around the abandoned area, looking through the old stalls for items to take home.

He didn’t know if he should confront them or just walk away before a confrontation happens, but seeing them lurking around in the fog makes him feel unsettled, barely able to see them yet hearing their footsteps made his skin crawl. So he made his choice, clearing his throat to alert them to his presence nearby. “Hey!” He called out to them, seeing them whip around in confusion at his alert.

“What in the world are you doing here?” They question as they walk over to him, tilting their head as they look him up and down, as if trying to find a physical reason as to why he’s here. “You’d never come somewhere like here alone, at least, not without your brothers.”

“Well…uh, I may or may not have lost a bet with my brothers, and they dared me to come here by myself…” Raph fidgets with his claws, glancing away from them, trying to not show that he was actually scared to be alone in this place so he quickly changed the subject. “So why are you here?”

They snicker at his reason for being here, covering it with a cough before responding to his question. “I just enjoy exploring abandoned places, it’s fun for me, though…you may have wanted to wear a mask like me, you never know what could be lingering in the air.” They gesture to the mask they are wearing on their face, watching him blink before the realization settles in.

“Oh.” Raph mutters before chuckling sheepishly, they were right, he kinda just walked in with no protection for his health. “Do you mind if I borrow one?” He tilts his head, pointing loosely towards their mask.

“Sure thing, big guy.” They handed him an extra mask without much question, surprising the turtle in red as he took the mask tying it around his head to cover his snout. He was confused why they were being so kind despite being enemies, but maybe, just maybe, they were being nice for the sake of it. Raph would like to believe that’s the reason rather than possibly being deceived.

“Big guy, huh?” Raph chuckles quietly, noticing the term they used to refer to him.

“Got a problem with it?” They grin beneath their mask, their eyes showing their teasing grin, if not the tone they used.

“No, no…plenty call Raph by that.” Raph shrugs, fixing the mask on his face before looking down at them. “So uh, do you mind if I follow you? I really don’t like being alone in…this.” He gestured to the fog surrounding them, the darkness of the sky causing an eerie sensation in him.

“Sure thing, I’ll even make a deal with ya, I’ll keep ya safe as long as you’re with me.” They nod, adjusting their jacket as a gentle breeze blows by them. “Besides, I’m not dealing with a feral snapping turtle later if you end up alone.”

“Thanks…” Raph sighs, grateful that he won’t have to worry about wandering around the abandoned amusement park alone, he’d be feral by now if it weren’t for them showing up randomly in the fog.

They continued exploring the abandoned amusement park, although they were far more enthusiastic about it than Raph was, he yelped at almost every noise that he heard through the cold night air, almost tucked completely against their back despite walking across the wooden floor beneath them, each step creaking. Raph knows his time is up here, he does not want to be in this place any longer, looking around for the exit before he realized he had lost track of the exit, tapping them on the shoulder to gain their attention.

“Uhm, where’s the exit…?” Raph mutters, gesturing randomly towards where he thought the exit was, which it was not there.

“Oh it should be over…there…” They went to point towards the exit, they hadn’t walked too far from it, it should be visible even with the fog, but��it wasn’t there anymore. They stare at the missing exit, the only thing left was fog and the vague sound of the city somewhere in the distance, like a whisper. “I hate magic…” They sigh, rubbing their temples, of course the amusement park wasn’t real, it seemingly showed up at random, that should’ve been the major red flag.

Raph squeaks, tucking behind them despite being far larger than they were when they mentioned magic, it should’ve been obvious, this place appeared overnight, but it's Manhattan, things just appear sometimes. Unfortunately for them though, they had inadvertently walked straight into a trap, which was likely for the turtle brothers and not their enemy.

The air almost felt as if it was colder than when they arrived while they stood still, listening to the eerie creaking of wood and metal all around them, the breeze was chilling now, and they could only hope that they were alone, and they had reason to believe that they were alone, they would’ve been ambushed by now if they weren’t. With this place being magic apparently, there needs to be a source admitting it, it can’t exist without something producing and holding magic.

“Look, we need to find the source behind this illusion and unfortunately for you, you’re the one that needs to destroy it.” They sigh, looking over their shoulder to look back at the turtle in red who looked absolutely baffled at the fact that he needs to destroy it.

“Me!? Why not you!” Raph squawks, scowling with a slight pout as he crossed his arms like a stubborn child.

“Because I don’t have magic or mystical weapons? You do.” They raised an eyebrow, looking down at the belt around his waist, his sai sitting in their holsters.

Raph blinks, looking down at his belt, right, he has Ninpo, they don’t, they can’t destroy magic or suffocate it. “Right…right, me, Raph destroys it.” He mutters, standing up straight, before pausing. “Uh…where does that happen to be?”

“C’mon, big guy…” They sigh, leading him along through the creaking illusion. “It’s probably in the center, likely heavily protected too. Shouldn’t you know this?” They glance back at him, hearing him chuckle sheepishly.

“Ah well…Raph doesn’t really know much about magic, that’s Mikey’s thing…” Raph admits with an embarrassed grimace, even though he uses a mystic weapon and actively uses magic, he knows almost nothing about it.

“I…won’t even question it.” They shake their head at him with a sigh before pointing ahead of them. “It should be up ahead.” Yet, where they happened to be pointing…was the fun house, a building of mazes of mirrors.

“I hate mazes…” Raph grumbles, glaring at the fun house like it personally offended him and his bloodline. They were just mazes of confusion and concussions. He hates them.

How in the world are they going to find anything in there? It’s essentially impossible! A mirror maze is built to confuse and disorientate people, it’s not supposed to be easy. Yet, they push forward without much worry, Raph following behind them even with his nerves eating away at him, he knows that this is not going to be easy and he’s going to get turned around in there.

When they enter, the poor turtle is instantly confused, his mind reeling as they were surrounded by their reflections, he couldn’t tell which way was right or left, he was bound to walk into something. It didn’t take him long to notice the soft yet mysterious glow coming from somewhere in the building, it didn’t help him with trying to figure out the path through this maze though, if anything, it made it worse.

“Here, this way.” They noticed his dazed expression, grabbing his hand and gently guiding him through the maze after picking up a random stick laying on the ground. “It’s not hard figuring these types of mazes out, all you need is to hold something out in front of you in case there’s a mirror.”

Raph was surprised when they grabbed his hand, looking down at their intertwined hands with a shocked expression, letting them lead him along, watching them figure out the path with relative ease as they traverse slowly through the maze of reflections. Eventually, they find the center of the maze, where they are met by the source of magic, a glowing orb floating loosely in the center. It seems easy enough to destroy but nothing can ever be easy for the ninja in red.

Illusions guard it, knights in white armor, swords arming them as they stood surrounding the orb, ready to attack.

“Get to that thing,” They point towards the orb in the center. “I’ll keep the illusions off you while you destroy it.” They grip their daggers, pulling them off their belt, these illusions shouldn’t be hard to take down, they aren’t actually real but they can still cause real damage.

Raph nods without words, grabbing his sai from his belt before making a run for the center, easily punching his way through some of the knights while they intervene a knight that was attempting to block him, keeping it off Raph by slicing through its chest, destroying the illusion of one knight. Raph makes his way through the other knights, only garnering a few minor injuries before he manages to make it to the center.

“Destroy it!” They looked back at him while holding back one of the two last knights standing, but they almost froze when they saw the other knight coming up behind Raph. “Shit…” They grunt as they punch the illusion in front of them, driving their dagger through its chest before it dissipates, letting them turn on their heel and run to intercept the approaching knight.

Raph was winding back his arm, ready to end this illusion around them, having enough of this foggy amusement park, and as he drove one of his sai into the orb, they stabbed the knight behind him through its back before it had the chance to raise its sword. A blinding flash of light makes both of them cover their eyes, waiting for it to diminish before opening their eyes, the mysterious amusement park is gone, leaving them standing under the night sky far above them.

“You actually protected me…” Raph mutters in disbelief, looking down at them with surprise and also gratefulness, they protected him even though they had multiple chances to attack him or escape, leaving him to deal with the mess, but no, they stayed.

“I did make a promise to you earlier, and well…a deal is a deal.” They shrug as they tuck their daggers back into their belt, as if it wasn’t a big deal to them.

“Well, at least I can count on you to keep your word…” Raph chuckles quietly, finally able to breathe without the stress of being alone in a creepy place, the air felt lighter, more fresh now that the illusion was gone, and he learned more about them than he expected.

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monotonesmile · 23 days ago

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Toleration

[Damian Wayne X GN!Reader]

[Word Count: 735]

[Warnings: N/A]

[Fic Genre: technically fluff?]

[Notes: all of these things just come from my own mind, randomness spawning. Enjoy. Posting this early because I’m doing things today and will be busy.]

[Premise: Reader and Damian are lost in a forest while on a mission, both are vigilantes, it’s been a long day and night is falling. They tolerate each other at best.]

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“Damian! Put me down!” They huff, squirming in his arms as he hooks his arms around their back and under their knees, holding them up as he continues to walk. “I can walk on my own two feet, you brute!” They frown as they look up at him, face filled with annoyance at him even carrying him.

“Don’t be slow and maybe I won't carry you, wannabe.” Damian grunts, adjusting them in his arms as he ducks under a tree branch, walking through the dense forest that they had been trapped in. “And if you'd stop tripping over roots, maybe then I’d let you walk on your own.” His words were unfortunately true, they were tripping over roots and rocks unlike Damian who seemed to completely avoid them all together.

They huff, crossing their arms as they begrudgingly allow him to carry them through the thick foliage and leaves of the forest of pine, grumbling all the way about him calling them a “wannabe”, much to Damian’s annoyance. His eyes twitch as he has to listen to their continued huffing and puffing, trying to focus on finding a clearing or some sort of landmark to find out where their location is so he can hopefully call for extraction.

“Do you ever shut up?” Damian sighs after walking for only a few minutes, starting to rethink his choice in carrying them because they would not stop stumbling over roots.

“How rude.” They roll their eyes, poking his cheek, causing a slight snarl to come from Robin as he glared at them through his domino mask. “No, no I do not for your information.”

“Of course not…what was I expecting from you.” Damian groans under his breath, head tilting back, met by the sight of the forest treetops above them, it almost feels like a cage with how he can’t see the sky past the leaves. The leaves crunch under his feet with every step he takes before he looks forward again, eyes following the shadows subconsciously, hoping for a glimpse of civilization or a clearing, anything but more forest.

Silence passed over them, the sounds of the forest filling the void of their voices, he could feel them growing heavy in his arms as their eyelids drooped slightly. Damian says nothing, letting them rest in his arms as he changes his objective to trying to find shelter, he may not be able to see the sun but he can tell that the sky is darkening and staying out in the forest at night doesn’t seem like a smart move.

It took a few minutes for him to find something he viewed as suitable, walking up a cave, he went to check to make sure it wasn’t occupied, setting them down by a tree as their breathing was even, having dozed off while he was searching for shelter. He peeked around the corner, checking the interior of the cave, luckily finding it empty and rather small, essentially a hole in a rock, but it’ll do for the night. Damian shuffles back over to where they were resting, they had stirred while he was away, sleepily glaring at them when he returned to their side.

“You…left me.” They grumble, their voice riddled with sleep and disgruntlement, their lips pursed as they scowl while he wordlessly lifts them back into his arms, staring at their face with a deadpan expression,

“I was checking a cave for security so we can sleep through the night.” Damian carries them over to the cave, crouching down when he enters, sitting down on the cold rocky ground, setting them in his lap without hesitation or question. “Sleep. I’ll keep watch.” He spoke in such a way that he wasn’t asking them to sleep, he was telling them, not giving them the choice of taking the first watch.

They cross their arms, begrudgingly laying their head against his chest, face squished against the front of his suit as he wrapped his cape around them to keep them both warm, he watches as their eyes shut once again, their breathing evening out as they eventually dozed off, leaving Damian to watch the outside of the cave, green eyes peering out into the darkness ahead, his hold on them subconsciously tightening any time he hears a creak of the trees or a snap of a branch, making the internal decision to protect them until they escape.

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monotonesmile · 28 days ago

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Can some of y’all request some fics so I have something to write while I’m on a plane? Please? I’m bored, I need something to do for a few hours.

[Character List]

(Is this begging? I apologize if it is, I just like writing, gives me the happy juices.)

#monofics!#dc #dc comics #dcu #dc x reader #maccadam #transformers #transformers x reader #rottmnt #rottmnt x reader

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monotonesmile · 29 days ago

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Hey pookie UwU I heard ur starving for requests :333 since u love me and because I’m the most specialest birthday boy ever, can I request another batch of headcanons of my beloved Black Beetle? UwU ily I’ll be working on ur request u sent me in return (and dying) :3

Sorry u got ur hopes up for anything serious teehee >:3

Even more Black Beetle rambles

[Black Beetle x GN!Reader]

[Warnings: Swearing]

[Fic Genre: Headcanons, Fluff]

[Notes: Well hello again pookie, thank you for the request, I am dying to write. Let’s go with more random bullshit. Legit is just gonna be me rambling about the Reach as a species because my only exposure to them is Young Justice, and Black Beetle.]

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Reach as a whole are durable due to hard exoskeletons, but Black Beetle has a unique exoskeleton which makes him much more durable, hence why he was chosen as a Reach Warrior.

I know nothing about Reach as a society so I will inflict my own ideas onto them.

Where they’re from, you have to be chosen to earn a Scarab, and then you are usually placed into different categories/roles. Though I feel like this is a very grueling process, similar to just being in the military.

Black Beetle ended up as a Warrior because of his brute strength and durability, and of course, his ability to listen to commands. Yes, his Scarab is on-mode, no that doesn’t stop him from being an asshole.

Like the rest of the Reach, he probably only views humans as “Meat”, but he won’t admit that he does enjoy some of the things they’ve made, he stole pillows, he was tired of sleeping on solid metal.

Black Beetle is literally so large that he’s a perfect bed to lay on, he doesn’t sleep often, but he’ll lay there while you sleep on top of him. Just don’t expect him to take the armor off.

So we all know that he’s a brute in battle, besides the time he got his ass handed to him by teenagers multiple times, but the guy is muscular, that much is obvious, and I feel he’d have the habit of just carrying people smaller than him without even realizing. He holds you like a cat or by the scruff.

He growls, this is obvious, if he knows you like the growling, he will do it way more often, because he knows you like it.

He’s cocky but he’s not stupid, he knows when he needs backup, and he’s willing to accept it, doesn’t mean he likes it though.

His palms are softer than the rest of him as they’re needed to feel things without an exoskeleton in the way, though his are calloused from years of being a Reach Warrior. He won’t admit it, but he likes when you hold his hands or trace any scars he has.

He sits in a manspread, that’s it.

Black Beetle is genuinely fascinated by heartbeats, Reach don’t have loud ones due to their exoskeleton muffling them, so it’s not often he can hear one, he’ll usually lay on top of your chest, listening to it.

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monotonesmile · 1 month ago

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Soothe the pain

[Damian Wayne X GN!Reader]

[Word Count: 692]

[Warnings: N/A]

[Fic Genre: Fluff, Hurt/Comfort]

[Notes: i had a headache and decided to write this while I wait for requests, which hey! My requests are open!]

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Damian read his book in silence, sitting in his bed, since he doesn’t have much to do at the moment, he doesn’t have patrol, homework, or training to do, he decided to read a book while his partner took a shower, the only other noise filling the room was the sound of the shower in the background. It left him with a comfortable atmosphere as he flipped the page of his book, though he paused when he heard the shower turn off, glancing up to see them walk out of the bathroom in their pajamas, looking mildly annoyed and uncomfortable.

“What is the matter, Habibi?” Damian questions as his eyebrows pinched together, noticing their uncomfortable disposition. He closed his book, sitting upright as they approached the bed.

“Headache…” They grumble, flopping onto the bed only for Damian to pull them up towards the pillows so they can at least rest correctly on his bed, rather than laying limply off the side.

“Have you had enough water?” Internally, Damian was running through everything that could cause a person a headache while he adjusted the pillows under their head, brushing their damp hair out of their face. Usually, he’d be a bit more upset by them laying in bed with wet hair, but now is not the time.

“Yes…I can’t get away with not drinking water because you always make sure I drink enough.” They sigh, rubbing their temples as their head throbs with aching pain, luckily, it’s just incredibly uncomfortable, not debilitating pain.

“You need to drink more water, I know how you are.” Damian huffs, poking their cheek before pressing the back of his hand against their forehead, watching their face scrunch at his touch before leaning into it, almost making him smile. “Well, you’re not sick.”

“I coulda told you that…” They mumble as his hands cup their face instead, his green eyes tracing their features, looking for any physical ailments.

“I'd ask if you’ve eaten today, but I was there when you ate earlier at dinner.” Damian gently rubs his thumbs against their cheekbones, sighing as he wants to help soothe their headache but doesn’t know how, at least, not without using a painkiller.

“I could just have a headache…sometimes it just happens.” They lean into his hands, their head pounding but he was helping with his warm hands.

Damian hums under his breath, silently accepting that they could be right, they could just have a headache, it happens sometimes. “Do you want a painkiller?” Still, he worries about them, knowing that headaches can cause them uncomfortableness.

“Kinda…I’ll take one and sleep it off.” They just want the headache to go away, so they might as well take some medicine and just go to bed to sleep the pain off.

“I’ll go get you one, just stay in bed and rest, beloved.” Damian murmurs, pressing a light kiss to their forehead before getting up and going to the bathroom to retrieve some painkillers, likely Advil.

They stayed in bed, staring at the ceiling as their mind aches, closing their eyes as they try to will the annoying sensation of their headache away as they wait for Damian to return. They could hear Damian shuffling around in the bathroom as he was searching the cabinets and drawers for some medicine for them. Their eyes open as the bed dips when Damian joins them again, handing them a cup of water while they sit up, accepting the water and pill. He waited patiently as they took the pill and then drank the water, making sure they swallowed it.

“There…it’ll take a while before it kicks in, but you should try to sleep.” Damian runs a hand through their hair, helping them to settle into bed, pulling the covers over their body. “I’ll stay with you.”

“Thanks, Damian…” They murmur as they nestle into his soft pillows, their headache and the long day they had previously making them tired, eyes drooping closed.

“Sleep well, beloved…” Damian whispers softly, kissing their forehead as he gets into bed next to them, pulling them into his warm embrace, wrapped up in the blankets and his arms.

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monotonesmile · 1 month ago

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Hey! It’s been some time since my last request.

I have another for you to try and it’s involved with everyone’s favorite silent former gladiator/communication officer.

May I request a fic involving [TFP] Soundwave where he and [Reader] [Cybertronian] [Autobot] [Gender Neutral] were exes?

[Prompt]: Soundwave and [Reader] were courting back on Cybertron before the war. They separated due to choosing their opposing factions and years passed, they ran into each other again. They have a “confrontation” after a long time while being trapped together in a cave system where the only exit was closed off (the visualization takes place during a mission). [Reader] would ask him if it is possible for the two to “try again” with their previous relationship after the war is finally over.

Love Never Lost

[Soundwave X GN!Cybertronian!Reader]

[Word Count: 1.5k]

[Warnings: N/A]

[Fic Genre: Angst, Hurt/Comfort]

[Notes: AH SOUNDERS! I do remember you, I love how you wrote your requests! It makes everything so much easier for me to write! I may have made him a bit more emotional, but then I reminded myself, Soundwave isn’t emotionless, he just doesn’t talk, who knows what’s going on in his head. But! I hope you enjoy this anyway! holy crap it’s getting harder to name these things.]

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It was stellar cycles before the war had ever even been a thought or possibility, Soundwave was a known gladiator alongside many other notorious names, and at the time, he had been courting a bot that came from a life nothing like his own, one where they knew when their next meal was, that provided them safety, and yet, regardless of their upbringing, he loved them and they loved him in return, with everything in their spark.

He saw how much they cared for not just him after his rounds in the gladiatorial ring, but his minicons as well, he saw how kind they were as they helped patch up any of their injuries, and it was just something that made him love them even more each day.

They cared for him so dearly, they would attend the shows at the gladiatorial ring, and watch him battle, even if they weren’t a fan of it themself, but afterwards, they would go down to where he would be resting, and help him patch up any injuries he gained during his fights. They’d often bring his minicons gifts, spoiling them so they have some semblance of normalcy, and it always made his spark feel full whenever they’d bring him or his minicons a gift, often handmade or something they asked for.

Then…everything began to crumble and fall apart, a gladiator by the name of Megatron began to lead a revolution against the society they had been trapped in for so many stellar cycles, and Soundwave had joined him as his right hand mech, refusing to be just an object for entertainment any longer. Soundwave waited for them to follow him, believing that they’d see the same negligence and abuse the system had done to him and so many more like him…but they didn’t agree with him.

They could see that he had been through so much, they saw that in how many times they had to help carry him home and patch his wounds with the limited medical equipment they had, but they couldn’t agree with their methods of revolution, with the violence, the bloodshed of bots they knew, so they turned him down, they couldn’t hurt someone for the sole crime of just existing.

And that answer, their denial of joining him in the Decepticon cause, had almost shattered his spark, knowing that they’re going to leave him behind, either to avoid the coming battle or to join the Autobots, he didn’t know which, but he knew he was going to be alone once again. Yet, before they left, they turned to him with a saddened expression, and wished him luck, telling him to survive, no matter what happens, because they still loved him and wanted him to stay safe,

As they left, Soundwave felt as if part of his spark left with them.

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Stellar cycles had passed and he has seen them so many times throughout the war, both on Earth and Cybertron before it fell, and he had to watch as their frame slowly changed through the war, becoming something better suited for a war he had wished they were never going to be apart of, no longer were they the bot he met during the peaceful times before the war, and he knew that they had likely changed because of it, just as he has, but deep down, he hoped in his spark that they still loved him and that…he still held that love in his own spark.

During one of the many missions between the Autobots and Decepticons, deep in a Decepticon energon mine, one of the rare ones that Soundwave happens to be apart of, gunfire and blasts were ringing across the cave walls, dust picking up as mechs move across the floor, trying to advance as the Autobots return fire. Soundwave does everything to mostly avoid their optics, lest they end up in a fight, which neither of the two want, so they avoid each other, dancing around the others frame, having a silent agreement to never hurt each other that has withstood the tides of war, they likely couldn’t even harm the other if ordered too,

As shots ring out throughout the cave, it begins to tremble and shake, rocks starting to tumble from the ceiling and walls as cracks begin to form, the weight shifting around the Cybertronians as they cave begins to give way, both sides signaling to retreat, rushing towards any exit the cave has, the rocks falling start to tumble in front of the exits, blocking them, some coming down on a few Vehicons, crushing the mechs beneath.

The other Autobots and Decepticons had managed to escape before the cave collapsed, but unfortunately for the two ex sparkmates, they had become trapped after one of the falling rocks struck them in shoulder, and Soundwave had paused instinctively to look back at them in worry as the exits became blocked, leaving them trapped inside the crumbling cave, their only hope of escape now being their factions coming to their rescue, they couldn’t dig their way out, it would only drain them of their energy too quickly, and who knows how many rock are between them and freedom.

So, that left them no choice but to wait for their factions to dig them out, knowing that Soundwave is far too valuable to the Decepticons and Megatron to leave him in a cave with the enemy, and the Autobots never leave anyone behind, so they sit and wait for their rescue to come, however long that might end up being.

They know that Soundwave took an oath of silence during the war, becoming the eyes and ears for Megatron and his cause, and they have always respected him for it, never once forcing him to speak to them or use his real voice, they could always read him from just his movements alone, they always could, even when they were together, or he just put something on his visor to indicate emotions.

Silence fills the air as they sit there, listening to the creaking of the cave around them, the sound of rocks clattering against the walls and floor, before the silence was broken by the sound of their voice. “Soundwave?” Their voice was the same and yet…different, they sounded tired, exhausted from the battle previously.

Soundwave lifted his helm, glancing over at them, giving them the sign that he was listening to them now, he always would, it was his job to listen, and he would’ve listened to them for the rest of his life if everything went right.

“Do…do you still care about me?” Their voice was quiet, as if afraid of what his answer would be, but he had noticed that they didn’t ask if he still loved them, no, they asked if he still cares about them.

The silence weighed heavy on them both as Soundwave stared at the wall before him for a moment before he gave a slight, almost solemn nod, of course he still cares about them, he never stopped caring about them even when they had chosen the Autobots over him, as over time, he knew why they chose the Autobots over the Decepticons, they weren’t made for the type of lifestyle that he had been living, they weren’t someone that could create mindless bloodshed.

A moment of silence passed through the stale air of the cave before they mustered up their courage to speak again. “Do…do you think we could…start over? When the war ends, that is…” They were hesitant to ask, they hadn’t been together for so long, they don’t even know if he feels the same way as before, they can’t blame him if he doesn’t.

Even though Soundwave doesn’t have a face, only a visor, they could see the way his frame had tensed up at the question, recognizing that they had surprised him with it. His helm turned towards them as he stared at them while they sat on one of the rocks that came down earlier, he didn’t move for a moment before a voice clip played from his visor.

“Maybe one day.” It wasn’t his voice, but they knew the sentiment behind it, and he wanted to give them a better answer than just a nod or shrug.

“I think I’d like that…” They smile slightly at him, even during the war, they never hated each other for choosing a different side, they had different opinions and views, but their love never blinded them. “I never did stop loving you…I can only hope the war ends soon.” They sigh, glancing down at their servos, tired of fighting, tired of losing friends to this war.

Soundwave steps closer to them, not fully beside them, but close enough that they could feel the warmth coming off his frame, he didn’t need to use words or gestures, they knew now that he felt the same, both about their feelings and the war, even Soundwave was getting tired of fighting, but maybe when it’s over, they can be together again.

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monotonesmile · 1 month ago

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More Blitzmix for my soul as I do things.

Blitzwing worries over small wife, Little One finds this nasty, and Remix just wants to be put down.

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Requests are open!

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[Love, Death, and…Zombies?]

Chapter Two: Nightshade

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[Damian Wayne X GN!Reader]

[Word Count: 3.1k]

[Warnings: Swearing, Gore, Description of body horror]

[Prev Chapter -> Next Chapter!]

[Notes: I finally got this done! I hope you enjoy the second chapter!]

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The sun rising over the horizon casts a soft warm glow through the windows of the rundown, abandoned house they took shelter in the night prior, and unfortunately for Damian, he gets a rude awakening as the sunlight hits him right in the face, forcing him to wake up to the reality around him. Damian groans as he sits up, hearing the birds chirping outside, singing their morning song that signals their safety for the time being.

“Mm…” Damian groans in annoyance, his voice groggy and rough as he rubs his eyes before running a hand through his hair, trying his best to tame his raven locks before he glanced over and spotted his begrudging companion. “Right…them.” He mutters, recalling the events of yesterday before reaching over and tapping their shoulder to try and wake them up.

Even as he taps their shoulder repeatedly, they only respond by grumbling and stubbornly keeping their eyes shut, clearly not wanting to wake up and start the day. Damian can’t help but question in his mind how they managed to survive this long if they’re this stubborn to just wake up. He rolls his eyes, continuing his pestering by nudging their shoulder, which is still only met by sleepy grumbles, eventually, Damian gets tired of their stubbornness and decides to fully shake them, forcing them to jolt upright and awake, which results in him being shot a sleepy glare.

Damian scowls in return, both maintaining a glaring stare before he finally speaks. “Are you still feeling ill? Or has it gotten better?” He knows it’s just a cold, but even he can’t help but worry, especially in the environment they have to survive in.

“Yeah, I’m feeling better.” They nod, yawning quietly as they cover their mouth. They're obviously still a bit sick, given their exhausted demeanor, which he supposed is the explanation for the reluctance to get up, but even he can see that their face is clearing up from their illness.

“Good.” Damian grunts, nodding to himself as he looks them over, subconsciously checking to see if they were lying. “Here, better eat before we go.” He offered them some food, even if it was only dried meat, but that was because it was far easier to carry and it will last longer than anything fresh.

“Thank you…” They accept it with a tired mumble and small smile, taking the dried meat from his outstretched hand, beginning to eat what they could.

Damian watches as they eat from out of the corner of his eye, making sure that they’re actually eating, he knows that being sick sometimes can destroy a person's appetite, and while he’d never say it out loud, especially to them, he does want them to survive and live, it may be the instincts from his days as Robin, it could be the League of Assassins training he endured, but either way, he makes sure they at least eat.

Seeing that they’re eating, he starts to eat his share of the food, checking the small pouch he carries the meat in and grimacing as he can tell that there’s certainly not enough for two people. “We need to try and find some more food, I don’t have nearly enough for both of us.”

They blink slowly at him, his words processing slowly in their mind before they nod in agreement. “I can hunt an animal if we come across a deer or something, might be a bit…difficult cause I don’t have my spear,” They shrug, finishing their portion of food before looking over at him and continuing. “All I really have is a hunting knife, and that’s mainly for skinning an animal.”

“It won’t be difficult for me to find some sharp metal and make a spear, there’s a plethora of scrap metal littering Gotham, wood isn’t hard to find either.” Damian shrugs, finishing his own food as he starts to gather the sleeping roll he had slept on. “I would offer my sword, but I don’t fully trust you…and it’s my weapon.” He glanced at them with narrowed eyes, as if expecting them to betray him at some point.

“It’s fine, I don’t really use swords…I prefer being able to throw my weapon.” They shrug, turning to him, though it’s obvious that they prefer long distance combat rather than his rather close combat. “But I’d be thankful if you could help me get the supplies for a new spear!” They smile at him, still as enthusiastic as ever, albeit, they’re still slightly groggy.

“Alright, let’s get our stuff picked up and get going.” Damian sighs, picking himself up and off the ground so he can clear the empty fire pit he made last night, as they get up from the blanket he let them borrow.

“Oh, this is yours.” They hand him the extra blanket, which he blinks at, he honestly wasn’t expecting them to return it, but he grabs it back after a prolonged pause, placing it back in his backpack. Maybe that’s why they gave it back, they don’t have a bag to carry it in.

It took them a few minutes to gather their things and clear out the evidence of them residing in the abandoned house, but once their finished, Damian signals them to follow as he approached the front door, checking their surroundings for a moment before exiting the home when he determines it to be safe, the birds still singing as they start to head down the street through the suburban neighborhood.

As they walk down the street, Damian was searching for any scrap metal that looks durable enough to last for a while as a spear head, while they were grabbing some long branches and wood, hopping over some overgrown vines, humming a random tune he doesn’t know. It would be enough reason for him to assume that they’re gathering either firewood or the handle of their missing spear, seeing that they likely have experience with making spears from the material around them.

Damian picks up some stray metal shards as they walk closer to the looming buildings of what was once the city of Gotham, taking one of the longer sticks from them to start makeshifting a spear for them, he knew it was rather dangerous to get this close to the city, but with all the plant life that had grown in from the outskirts and overtaken the city, animals had become far more common in the center of the city nowadays.

“Hmph…Ivy sure would be happy with this sight if she’s still alive…” Damian mutters under his breath as he stares up at the vines and moss that crawl over the concrete, breaking through it as Mother Nature proves its strength and willpower now that there aren't as many humans here anymore.

“Wha- Hey! Goddammit…” Damian groans as he notices that they had wandered off while gathering sticks, groaning as he walks over to them, grabbing them by the back of their jacket and lightly, yet sternly, pulling them back towards him and the original path. “Don’t wander off, I am still baffled that you managed to survive this long considering your…inability…with staying on path.” He huffs as he drags them back to where they were originally walking.

“Rude much?” They huff at him with a grumpy frown, following him begrudgingly as he was literally dragging them back. “Uh…Damian?” They mutter, pausing as they look around, confused by something.

“What?” Damian sighs, rubbing his temples, the longer he deals with this, the worse of a headache he’s going to get.

“Isn’t it…rather quiet?” They look back at Damian, as the sudden realization hits him, it’s quiet.

“…shit.” They had barely even reached the outskirts of the city, and the birds had silenced their songs, sensing the danger he nearly missed if it wasn’t for their reminder, he had been so distracted by their wandering that he hadn’t noticed. “Stop moving.” Damian gestures for them to stop, holding his hand in front of them as they froze.

There was no sound of birds or animals, the breeze had seemingly vanished, leaving a haunting chill in the air that sent shivers down his spine as the sound of something he never wanted to encounter approached, groans of agony and thudding footsteps was all he could hear for a moment. The sickening sounds of bones snapping under the weight of something that could no longer hold its own weight and yet persisted in movement, the agonizing sound that would follow as it slowly approaches their location.

Infected.

“Move.” Damian hissed in a whisper, grabbing their arm to yank them down and behind an overturned car that laid on its side, slapping his hand over their mouth to silence them, knowing they’d try to say something, receiving a disgruntled huff against his palm. “Be silent.”

He watches through a car mirror that laid on the ground nearby, likely broken off when the car was turned onto its side, but every single time he sees one of those things, he wants to gag, the smell in of itself was horrid, but having to watch a twisted and distorted version of a human trudge down the street and past the car they hid behind was sickening.

The creature was groaning in against as it’s twisted limbs thud against the street, the bones cracking under its weight, its legs extended past any human normalcy and capabilities, bent in such a way that it was shocking it could even walk, arms were growing from its back, breaking through the skin as they were mangled and ripped apart from vultures and carrion eating birds, he could almost see the maggots and insects that festered in the open wounds on its body.

At this point, Damian couldn’t even tell what this person was, or who they used to be, there was barely a fragment of a human being left in it, the stench of rotting flesh was making his eyes water, making him have to hold back a gag. He stayed silent even despite the smell, trying to still his heart as it hammers inside his chest, his breathing was near silent but shaky, and he could feel their breathing against his hand, shaky as well, maybe even more than his, but neither of them made any movement, staying as still as they can to avoid making any sound.

“shit, shit, shit…” Damian’s mind was racing as the creature slowly passed by the overturned car, he could only hope it couldn’t hear his heart or their breathing, watching as it stumbled behind a building as it turned the corner, disappearing from his line of sight.

He keeps them hidden for a few minutes longer, time crawling slowly by, stretching on to feel like hours before the birds start to hesitantly sing until they begin to fully chirp once they know the coast is clear and are no longer in danger. They both can breathe a sigh of relief as Damian pulls his hand away from their mouth, sitting there for a moment to let his heart calm down.

“Well fuck…that was horrifying.” They mutter, pressing a hand to their chest, feeling how hard their heart is beating, they didn’t expect to come across an infected, Damian definitely didn't either.

“Agreed,” Damian mutters, leaning his head back against the car behind them, taking a deep breath to calm his racing heart, knowing that they need to move before that thing comes back. “We need to get moving, preferably before that creature returns.” He sighs, pushing himself off of the ground and offering them his hand subconsciously.

“Thanks…” They take his hand, accepting his help in getting up as they get to their feet, dusting themself off as they look around their surroundings. “Take the lead.” They gesture for him to lead the way, following closely behind him when he turns down a different way to avoid the direction the infected had walked in.

They had to find a different way to try and find better supplies now, they weren’t going to risk running into anymore infected and getting hit by one. They swiftly make their way further into the city, staying close to the shadows and sticking to the alleyways, but they could tell after the encounter Damian was far more on edge now, alert to everything in their surroundings, more than they were. While their carefree attitude mildly annoys him, he doesn’t tell them that, it’s a rare thing to come by in this hellscape.

“You’re weird…” Damian grumbles as he checks behind a corner before moving further into the city.

“Aren’t we all?” They chuckle as they follow him, even though they act carefree and seemingly don’t care to watch their surroundings, they were the first to have noticed the infected that had approached them earlier.

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They had managed to make it into the city without any other altercations or incidents with infected, now having finally gathered some rather decent supplies in an abandoned store, not many people venture into the inner city due to the high amount of infected in the area and risk of infection because of it, so there was plenty of good supplies in the buildings for them to take, luckily, they managed to find medical supplies and some food preserves that should last them a while, and Damian had found them a backpack to carry their stuff in.

They hadn’t found any animals though, as they were likely scared off by the infected wandering around, but the food preserves and canned goods were more than sufficient for Damian and them, at least they would still have food.

Damian was still searching around the abandoned store for more supplies, stepping over discarded wood and broken shelves before he heard an odd sound from somewhere in the store, and given the birds were still heard from outside, it definitely wasn't one of the infected, and he didn’t know where they were in the store. So, he makes his way over to see what the cause was, only to find them sitting on the floor, sharpening a stick with their knife while other sticks laid around them, some with metal shards attached to them, wrapped with rope to make them a spearhead.

“What…are you doing?” Damian tilts his head, eyes narrowing as he watches them sharpen the stick, wood shavings littering the ground around them, the only thing going through his mind was utter confusion.

“Makin’ a spear.” They shrug, whittling away at the stick with their hunting knife, checking the sharpness every so often by stabbing a piece of cardboard that was lying nearby them.

“I got you a spear…” Damian questions, referring to a spear he had made while they were walking to the city, which he spots resting against the wall behind them, in perfect condition, like they didn’t want to damage something he gave them.

“Yeah…and I need more than one?” They glanced up at him from their spot on the floor with a raised eyebrow, looking at him like he’s an absolute fool.

“Why?” Damain chose to ignore the look they’re giving him, even if he scowls at them for it, but questions why they could possibly need so many spears or weapons in general, he only carries his sword and the Escrima sticks his older brother had.

“One spear isn’t enough, it’s gonna break eventually.” The way they spoke was such a matter of fact tone that made Damian question himself for a moment, because they aren’t wrong, before another thought crossed his mind.

“How hard are you throwing them to need multiple spears?” Damian stared at them as he questioned himself mentally, because why wouldn’t they need multiple spears, they would need an amazing aim to only require one.

Their only response was a shrug as they returned their focus to sharpening the stick in their hand, placing it with the others once they were finished sharpening and then picking up another stick to continue.

“That’s more horrifying than any other answer you could’ve given me.” Damian mutters at the nonverbal response he was just given, now questioning how strong the person in front of them actually is if they’re breaking the spears by solely throwing them.

“I…” Damian shakes his head with a sigh escaping him. “Get your things, we’re leaving the city, it’s far too dangerous here with the infected around, and I’m not going to risk our lives any further.” He helped them start to gather up their spears as they shrugged and went along with him, there were only a few long spears with metal spearheads attached, most of them were shorter, like stakes, and could easily be carried in their bag.

They put the longer spears in a sheath on their back, under their new bag where they’ve placed everything else. “Alright, I’m good.” They get up from the floor, adjusting the weight of the bag on their back, grabbing the spear Damian made for them from the wall they placed it against.

They exit the abandoned store, heading down the empty streets as they go to leave the dangerous area, the birds chirping filling the warm air as they dodge any vines littering the ground. Damian glances up, squinting his eyes as he checks the sun’s position to know the time of day, finding it to be nearly right above them, signaling it to be midday, they’ve only been here for a few hours, and most of that time was just walking.

Damian glanced at them from the corner of his eye, muttering to himself. “You’re so weird about spears…” He wasn’t hiding what he was saying even if he was muttering under his breath as they had noticed and only chuckled in response.

“Yeah, well, you’re weird about your sword too.” They chuckle as they nudge him with their shoulder, grinning at him as he frowns at them in return, but it doesn’t dull their mood or smile. He rolls his eyes before they settle into a comfortable silence as they walk down the street, the song of the birds around them fills their ears in a soothing sound.

They walked in silence for a few minutes, passing by towering buildings that were crumbling, moss crawling up the walls of concrete before their voice broke through the silence. “I like ya! Even if you’re a bit odd.” They grinned at him, hopping over a crack in the asphalt beneath their feet.

“Yeah,” Damian huffs as they reach the edge of the city limits, looking back at them as they enter the outskirts, where they headed towards safer grounds. “Sure you do…” He mutters as they fall back into silence, now listening to the birds sing as the sky is clear, the sun shining above them.

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monotonesmile · 1 month ago

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Hello!! I'm the same anon who requested that Longarm/Shockwave x Reader fic all that while back, I had complety forgotten abt it because of classes but I was so happy to see you actually wrote it <333 thank you so so much, my heart feels a little fuller today ♡

Once more, I hope you're having a good day :]

You’re so welcome! I’m happy you liked it! It was my first time writing Longarm or TFA Shockwave so I’m glad I did good! I hope you have a lovely day as well! ❤️

#monorambles!

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monotonesmile · 1 month ago

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MISCHEIVOUS PURPOSES!! I don’t know, I got bored. Dudes huge, big goofball. Might draw more of this, idk, I have another comic series to do, this is just me being bored.

#monodraws!#fnaf #fnaf au #fnaf sb #fnaf security breach #fnaf art #fnaf fanart #fnaf x y/n #fnaf sun #fnaf sundrop #sundrop #fnaf superstar daycare #fnaf daycare attendant #daycare attendant sun #sun x y/n #sundrop x y/n #five nights at freddy's #fivenightsatfreddysfanart #five nights at freddy's security breach

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monotonesmile · 1 month ago

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Hey same anon for the "Longed for you" continuation request, but this time for "Together at Last" First of all I wish you the best from your sickness, and I hope you get better! Second of all, I love how you continued it and boy you made my day, I haven't been this giddy in literal years, I feel young now. Anyways can we see an Y/N's interaction with the team and the human children even Agent Fowler? (I almost wrote Agent Flower) while Optimus is watching his Conjunxes interactions with them when he is not busy being a Prime, then later on the two has a sweet fluff kind of intimate interaction in their bethroom, after all the commotion and talking with the others. Maybe even a scene where they drive together in their alt-modes and do something they used to do before Optimus became a Prime

Together Forever

[Optimus Prime X GN!Cybertronian!Reader]

[Word Count: 3.6k]

[Warnings: N/A]

[Fic Genre: Fluff]

[Prev]

[Notes: Honestly, I was not expecting this one to get this much attention, but I appreciate it! I tried my best to get everything in this fic! By the time I make this request, I am feeling much better, but thank you! I hope you enjoy this!]

[Alt means Alt Mode!]

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The team Prime kids were curious about the new bot on the team, having multiple questions about them and what they do, and they are more than happy to answer any of the various questions that the children have for them, enjoying when the kids listen to their stories about their time on Cybertron, both during the war and before it as the kids add in a few questions between their stories, mainly about things that they don’t understand or are just curious about.

They tell them many stories about Cybertron before it fell into the tragic and long war that they’re still fighting to this day, describing its former beauty and the city that they originally resided in before the war had ever been been a thought, which included their original meeting with none other than Orion Pax and how they first felt about him.

“By the time anyone left Cybertron all that was left was burnt metal, but it used to be such a beautiful planet, it wasn’t just gray metal, there was color almost everywhere, there was beauty in everything, even in Iacon where I met Orion Pax.” They were working on some paperwork when the kids came over to them, leaning on the railings where they were working, typing away on the computer in front of them.

The story and description of Cybertron gathered the attention of Raf quickly, who wanted to learn even more about Cybertron before the war, whether it's the science, the infrastructure or how other Cybertronians acted, he wanted to know about the life they had before. “Wait, so…Cybertron had color? It wasn’t just gray cities?”

“Oh no, many cities had colorful banners, even some buildings were painted, Cybertronians themselves are an array of colors, why wouldn’t our planet be as well?” They chuckle, glancing down at the small human boy that’s looking up at them with a curious expression.

“Though…I do miss that color, the war stripped a lot of it away, I had watched it get worse and more gray over the stellar cycles…” They sigh, a bittersweet smile on their face as they turn back to the holoscreen in front of them as they keep working on their paperwork.

“Right, you were one of the first early day soldiers in the Autobot resistance.” Jack had his arms crossed as he was leaning against the railing, looking up at the Autobot. He seems to be the least interested in their story, but given how he’s still listening and even asking some questions, it gives away his true interest in what they’re saying. “What was that like? You became a lieutenant.”

“I was, it was definitely difficult to adjust to it at first, but, you have to adapt in war, it doesn’t give you much of a choice.” They shook their helm as they answered his question, reading some of the words on the screen in front of them. “But yes, I did become a lieutenant over time, I still don’t believe I deserve the title, but Optimus deemed me to be a good strategic leader with my unit.” They couldn’t help but laugh quietly at the memory of them almost denying the rank but Optimus had persisted and they ended up accepting it.

Miko is practically bouncing on the pads of her shoes, excited to hear even more stories about Cybertron, whether it’s about the war or before it, she was obviously ecstatic to learn more, specifically more about the love story of Optimus Prime. “So how did you two meet? Was he still the stoic mech we know?” She grins, it’s almost mischievous, but that’s to be expected with how she acts.

“Oh no, Orion was not as stoic as he is now, he was still as calm, but he was much more of a dork, you’d be surprised at how easy it was to get him flustered…” They snicker, a grin forming on their face as they were more than happy to talk about their Conjunx Endura. “I met him when I was at a bar, he was there with some of his friends, but we got to talking and kept meeting for a while, until we started pursuing a romantic relationship.”

“Ooo, Prime was a nerd! I honestly can’t see how he could be one, he’s so serious all the time.” Miko grinned, glancing over at Optimus who was talking with Ratchet nearby, a small smirk forming on her face.

“I mean, he is pretty smart…wasn’t he a clerk at Iacon?” Jack shrugs, glancing at Miko before looking back up at them.

“Yes, he was quite good at his job, and he’s always been that intelligent, even Orion had that same leadership attitude, though he’d never admit it.” They chuckle, stepping away from their work to look towards Optimus with a small smile. “Though, he still doesn’t know when to take a break, it’s always been a trait he’s had.”

“Eh, you’ll get him to relax, he always gets a puppy dog face when you talk.” Miko snickers, watching Optimus as he glanced over, she could spot the way his face softened any time he glanced at his Conjunx, it looked almost instinctual.

“He does listen to you the most out of everyone.” Raf pipes up from where he had sat down to write some of their story down, he likes to write notes about Cybertron to better understand the Autobots.

“He does…doesn’t he.” They sigh, smiling at Optimus before turning back to their work and continuing as Miko scampers off to try and get some information about their relationship out of the Prime.

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Fowler tries to keep it professional and act like the tough agent he should be, but even he gets intrigued by the war stories they share with the kids in the downtime around the base, and he often finds himself listening in from the sidelines before slowly making his way over so he can inquire about his own questions.

While he does ask his few questions, because there are some things he does need to know as his own bosses need to know about any new arrivals and their history, but he’s trying to hide his curiosity in these moments, knowing he has to be professional, and luckily for him, they understand that and keep a respectful and professional attitude towards him when they’re talking about things like this, understanding that this is just a requirement for his job.

But when it comes to there being no stress of the military looming over either of them, Fowler is far more calm and relaxed when they talk, sharing his own stories about his time in the army while they listen to his story, they can tell he has been wanting to share some of these stories, and they even add in their own thoughts when they’ve had similar experiences in the Autobot resistance.

“I’ve gotta admit, you weren’t what I was expecting when I learned that Optimus was essentially married.” Fowler comments as he crosses his arms, looking up at the new bot, they really were not what he was expecting, they’re far more kind and thoughtful than he thought they’d be.

“Ah, you would not be the first! I assume you thought I’d be similar to him?” They chuckle, currently leaning against a wall as they look down at the agent with a smile and raised brow.

“Yeah, I thought you’d be stoic and maybe a bit monotone, but you surprised the stripes off me when I saw you being so calm and sweet towards everyone around you.” Fowler shrugs, adjusting his tie as he glanced at the time, he’s got to leave soon, even if his curiosity wants him to stay.

“I thought you’d be a bit more rude, but you proved me wrong, and I’m glad I was wrong.” They nod as they push themself off the wall, nodding in a goodbye to Fowler as he makes his way to the elevator in the base. “Have a nice evening, Agent Fowler.”

“You too, Y/N.” Fowler salutes before the elevator doors shut.

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The rest of the Autobot team on the other hand is reasonably excited to meet Optimus Prime’s own Conjunx Endura, who wouldn’t be? They were already shocked when they learned about them, Optimus had never mentioned them. Though the ones that are the most excited happen to be Wheeljack and Smokescreen, because they just know that there’s some juicy secrets about the Prime, but every time they ask, all they get in a response is a small laugh and no information on any secrets.

They often like to help with fixing any gear that was broken by Decepticons or Bulkhead, just so Ratchet, the old medic, could have a break for once in his long and tiring life, even if he persists in helping them despite their effort to get him to relax.

“Eep, yep, yep! I can handle it!” Ratchet held his servos up before grabbing one of the broken devices that they were trying to repair, huffing as he gathered his tools and began his own repairs, though he doesn’t deny the help outright.

“Alright…as long as I can still help.” They chuckle, knowing that the medic is stubborn and determined to repair his gear even with assistance.

“Fine.” Ratchet huffs begrudgingly, glancing at them before hunching over his gear and continuing his repairs without nudging them away.

They laugh softly, more than glad to fix the broken gear alongside the medic as they fall into a comfortable silence, both finding no need to make small talk at the time, only intermittently asking for a specific tool to continue repairs or if they were asking if they were doing something incorrectly to gain some guidance from Ratchet.

When it comes to Arcee, the two of them have a mutual respect for each other, as they both know how it feels to lose a companion, the feeling of anguish and loss that fills one’s spark at the loss of their own partner, although that feeling was extinguished when they were reunited with Optimus, but they understand the anger and loss Arcee feels over Cliffjumper and Tailgate, they sympathize with her and will try to help her where they can. Though they’re both often found training with each other as it’s the best way to get that anger out, and it’s to test their skills and the added fact that they're both already incredibly skilled in battle makes it much more of a challenge.

Bulkhead and Wheeljack are definitely intrigued by the new Autobot, after all they’re a new addition to the team and that they’re the Conjunx Endura of none other than Optimus Prime. Nobody knew about them! And you can’t blame them for being curious about them.

Wheeljack is mostly curious about any secrets about their Prime, nothing bad of course, he just wants to know about any embarrassing stories or something similar, and he usually ends up teaming up with Miko and Smokescreen when it comes to the questioning them, though they'll never get any answers, only a quiet laugh and denial.

“Come on…! Just one!” Miko whines, leaning over the railing as Wheeljack leans against the wall with a small smirk.

“Come on, give the kid an answer.” Wheeljack persisted, backing up Miko as he was just as curious about what they had in secrecy.

“No…” They laugh quietly, shaking their helm as they once again tell the duo that they won’t be exposing any secrets about Optimus, though they find the persistence amusing.

Bulkhead also enjoys having a new teammate, as it’s not just extra firepower in battle, it’s also good that he has a training buddy that can actually fight someone his size, outside of Wheeljack obviously. Though they'll often compare scars they’ve gained from the war, and he likes their point of view on the scars, referring to them as badges of survival, it’s better to be scarred than to be offline.

Now Bumblebee was pleasantly surprised that Reader could almost immediately understand his odd speech whenever he beeps or whirrs, most of the time, bots take a while to understand the unique speech pattern his voice box produces now, but then they tell him that they had learnt it from Optimus so they could properly understand the scout and communicate with him. Bumblebee does also enjoy listening to their stories with the kids, finding himself fascinated by their war stories and past.

Smokescreen had almost instantly thought about how many stories he could learn about Optimus Prime now that his Conjunx was apart of their team, and given how much he looks up to him, he happily asks questions whenever he has the chance to ask, whether it’s in the base, on patrol, or…on the battlefield.

“So what was Optimus like during the beginning of the war?” Smokescreen’s voice sounded through their comlink, tone filled with curiosity despite the fact that they're currently raiding a Decepticon mine for energon, and he should be focusing.

“Smokescreen, please…focus on the task at hand.” They sigh, reloading their weapon and aiming at a Vehicon before firing, gently reprimanding him as this was not the time or place for questions. “I can answer that when we’re back at base.”

“Fine…” They could almost hear the pout on his face just by his tone, but they know that he’ll focus for now but he’ll inevitably start asking questions in not even a few minutes.

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After hours of work and questions to not just them but also Optimus, they were both more than happy to just have some alone time after a long day, residing in their room, cuddled together on his berth, the room dark outside of their bio lights, with them curled up at his side, tracing patterns in his frame as they both reminisced about their past together, before the war, before the pain they’ve gone through.

“You were so much of a dork back then…” They murmur as they trace his insignia, recalling how much of a flustered mech he could become when he was Orion past, they had found it so adorable at the time, and they still do. “I think it was what drew me in when we first met…you were so kind and passionate, you still are.”

“Is that so?” Optimus chuckles quietly, a soft smile on his face as he wraps an arm around their waist, enjoying the close contact and comfort of just their frame beside him.

“Mhm, your passion about stopping the mistreatment that had been happening for centuries was admirable, and it drew me in.” They nod softly, leaning into his touch. “And you were a dorky clerk.” They snicker as a grin makes its way onto their face.

Optimus chuckles quietly as they continue to remind him of how much of a dork he was when they were younger. “I had adored your kindness towards everyone when we met…I strived to be like that even with the war. You made me want to be the best leader I could…” He mutters quietly as to not break the comforting quiet of their room.

“Really? You think I’m that kind?” They chuckle along with him, looking up at him with a questioning smile, as if they hadn’t recognized their own kindness towards everyone, it was just instinct to them, to respect others with the same amount of respect they have for themself.

“You are that kind, despite everything you’ve been through, you’re kind…even to injured Vehicons.” Optimus recalls how kind they were, even to enemies that had been caught in crossfire from their own side, even if they were Decepticons, they were the first to approach, the first to show them kindness and comfort to them, they always made sure they weren’t treated like trash but like proper Cybertronians. “I admire that, you’re one of the sweetest bots.”

They chuckle, knowing that he’s subconsciously complimenting them, they can tell it’s purely from the love that fills his spark every single time that he sees them, it’s not that they mind, they adore it, and it’s just how it is. “Don’t forget how sweet you can be.” They hum softly, complimenting him in return, as they always have, and always will.

“You are always the loudest voice in any crowd that cheers for me…” Optimus leans down to kiss their helm, knowing that they’ll be the first to support him through anything and everything, and it’s something he will always appreciate them for.

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Once again, they were working on some paperwork and files when Optimus approached them, which made them look up from the screen in front of them. “Yes?” They smile up at him, incapable of not smiling whenever they see him, they always smile when they see the Prime, even from a distance.

“Would you like to join me for patrol? I would like to show you around the town we reside slightly out of.” Optimus crossed his arms behind his back, looking down at them, keeping that leader persona he maintains in front of his team most of the time.

“I believe I’d like a break from paperwork, so yes, I’ll join you on patrol.” They nod, following him to the exit of the base before they both transform and leave the base and onto the outer streets of Jasper, Nevada.

As they drive, they let a comfortable silence fall between them, making sure to abide by all road laws. It'd be hard to explain a driverless truck and (Alt), but they stick to the outskirts to avoid suspicion. The sun was slowly starting to lower as they drove around the sandy terrain, the moon starting to rise in the horizon.

“Follow me, I’d like to show you something.” Optimus turns, leading them through an off-road area and up to a cliff ledge where they can transform and be outside of any human sight lines. “Come, sit.” He gestures as he sits down on the ledge, waiting for them to join his side.

They transform and walk over to him, sitting by his side with curiosity in their optics before he gestured upwards and towards the sky, and when they look up, they’re met by the gorgeous sight of the sun setting as it paints the sky in beautiful colors of orange and pink mixing together. They gazed up in amazement, their face filled with pure awe, while Optimus smiles at their shining optics.

“Now watch…” Optimus murmurs softly, admiring them as the sun sets and the moon begins to rise behind them, the sky slowly turning a deep blue as stars begin to speckle the night sky.

“By Primus…” They muttered under their breath, enamored by how colorful the sky above them can be, the desert landscape surrounding them is casted in a cool blue tone. “This planet is so beautiful…it reminds me of Cybertron almost…” They gaze at the stars, looking at them to see if they could find any familiar constellations.

“It’s as beautiful as you…” Optimus murmurs, taking their servo in his, he loves to see their optics shine so brightly as they speak, reminding him of how they never seemed to lose that spark in their optics even throughout the war and battles they’ve gone through.

“You’re still so sweet after all this time.” They chuckle softly, leaning against him as they watch the stars shine above them, the moonlight dancing around them as they sit together on that ledge.

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Optimus had heard some odd noises coming from his berthroom, which made him walk over to investigate the noise, wondering if he may have left something on or if someone was messing with his room, again. So when he walked inside, he was surprised when his auditory receptors were filled with the sound of soft and slow music playing, where he found them standing by a small speaker setup.

“Hey…” They smile sheepishly as they turn towards him before gesturing to the speakers. “I was wondering if you’d like to unwind…and maybe…dance with me, like when we were younger?”

Optimus was reasonably surprised, even though the only thing that had shifted in his expression was his slightly widened optics before they softened as he shut the door behind him, a soft smile on his face as they reminded him of how they used to dance together.

“I may be a bit rusty, but I would like to dance with you again…we always did love to dance together to strengthen our spark bond.” They rubbed the back of their helm, the sheepish smile still on their face as they glanced downward. “It’s been a while…”

It’s true, it has been a long while since they’ve ever danced together, they had always been busy with the war back on Cybertron, but now, there was nothing stopping them, and it makes him smile as he walks closer to them, the memories of them dancing together before the war, before he was a prime.

Optimus takes their servos in his as he looks down at them with a soft expression. “I would love to dance with you again, Y/N.” The idea of dancing with them again warmed his spark at the mere thought.

Optimus pulls them close to him before they fall into a slow swaying rhythm, holding each other close as they sway to the music, even with their frames being different and obviously built for battle, it would never stop them from swaying to the music together, joined in a dance that strengthens their bond with each note of the music, sharing their warmth as they rest their helm against his shoulder, his helm leaning against their own.

“I missed this…” They murmur quietly to not overpower the music, one arm wrapped around his neck as the other is held by one of his servos.

“As did I, my spark…” Optimus whispers, his arm wrapped around their waist, his optics closing as his frame relaxes, finally having no reason to be so tense, there was nothing for him to worry about now that they were in his arms.

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[Masterlist]

#monofics!#maccadam #transformers #transformers prime #tfp #tfp x reader #transformers x reader #optimus prime #tfp optimus #tfp optimus prime #transformers optimus #tf optimus prime #tfp optimus x reader #optimus x reader #optimus prime x reader

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monotonesmile · 2 months ago

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Hi, could you please make a TFP Ratchet x my OC, Rainshiny, (better known as Rain)? She is almost the opposite of Ratchet, being a very sweet and kind Autobot, who sometimes bothers Ratchet in his work by being a little too energetic (she is as old as him, but acts almost like a "child") I thank you in advance if you do it (and sorry for the bad English, I use a translator because I am not fluent)

Hi there! I’m just going to say that I do not write oc X canon as they’re your character and I would absolutely mischaracterize them, plus my requests are currently closed. Since this is your first time ever requesting from me, I’m just gonna let you off with a warning and reminder to read my rules before requesting from me. Have a good day!

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#monofics!#monorambles!

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monotonesmile · 2 months ago

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Hello!! can I please request a platonic tfp ratchet x cybertronian reader

Where way back in the war in Cybertron, ratchet had a sparkling (which is reader) and a decepticon attack happens and the reader goes missing, ratchet believing that his own child is dead loses hope.

And now on current time on earth an autobot pod shows up, and when the team goes to investigate they find the reader inside in stasis, all grown up.They bring the reader back to the base and ratchet is genuinely shocked to see his child alive and well after and he reunites with his child after so long

Just know that if aren't able to complete this request just know that it's completely ok ^^ just make sure to take care of yourself author

Lost & Found

[Ratchet & GN!Cybertronian!Reader]

[Word Count: 2662]

[Warnings: Mention of death and injury]

[Fic Genre: Angst, Hurt/Comfort, Platonic]

[Notes: Ratchet is a dad, always has been, always will be. I’m so sorry that this took a while, had to take a break for a bit, but I hope you enjoy!]

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The brutal war that has played their planet and home kept Ratchet busy with injured bots and soldiers, it was to be expected for him, he’s a field medic, he was always going to be busy with helping the Autobot cause survive another day of war. Even so, he’ll always make sure to keep his only sparkling close by, keeping them safe by either keeping them in one of the many Autobot bases with someone to watch over them, or they’ll be following him as he works in the medbay, like a little duckling, though it was obvious to any passersby that they were taking interest in the medics work.

It was surprisingly often that they tried to mimic what Ratchet did as a medic, though they used little devices and broken machinery as their “patients”, as if trying to fix them like Ratchet fixes injured bots in the medbay. Ratchet did notice his sparklings intrigue when it came to repairs and fixing items, and he helped fuel it by bringing them broken machines, knowing it would make them excited, a rare sight to see in the war.

“Here.” Ratchet set down one of his many broken tools next to them, hearing them click in excitement as they took the broken tool, already looking it over for ways to repair it while he sat down next to them. “Find what’s wrong with it yet?” He wants to help teach them, but also wants them to figure it out on their own.

“Mhm! The wires are broken and some circuitry is fried. Plus the broken metal.” They were already trying to pull out the things that couldn’t be repaired, placing them to the side so they’ll remember what they need.

Ratchet was glad that they had taken interest in his work as a scientist, not a field medic, he didn’t need them to see everything he has, he didn’t want them to experience the loss of someone when you were the one meant to save them. So, he’ll continue to guide them down the path of a scientist, or whatever they choose to be when they’re older.

Regardless, he knew he had to keep them safe and far from the destruction raging across their planet, but then again, nobody is safe when it comes to war.

Ratchet was away on a field mission, busy patching up injured soldiers as explosions and gunshots raged outside the makeshift medical area they had set up on arrival. He had just finished helping a wounded soldier into the medbay when he got a call, the base where he had left his sparkling in the care of others was attacked, there wasn’t much left standing and nobody knew who survived, they needed their medic. The news made Ratchet call out of the mission he’s a part of and rush back to the now crumbling base as quickly as he could, and once he arrived he was met by other Autobots pulling survivors from the burning wreckage, it was clear that the base was targeted, this was no accident.

The air was filled with sparks and the sour taste of smoke, the smell of burning metal surrounded him, it was a horrid sight, the sound of people yelling and screaming for help filled his audio receptors, but he couldn’t focus on that, he couldn’t see his sparkling among the survivors.

“Hey!” Ratchet rushed over to one of the responders at the scene, worry and panic filling his head as he tried to find their small frame amongst the crowd. “Where’s Y/N? Have you seen them?”

“I’m sorry, but no, there’s so many people under the rubble, we don’t know how many people or who are under there. We set up a makeshift medical area in the surrounding buildings.” The responder shook their helm, they didn’t know where his sparkling was, but they returned to pulling people from the rubble, leaving Ratchet with his thoughts.

“Scrap…” The horrifying knowledge that his sparkling was still missing, likely still under the rubble, made his spark stutter in fear, he didn't know where they were, let alone if they were still online, so he joined the search for survivors with the hope of finding his sparkling.

Cycles pass as he searched through the rubble, pulling survivors from the wreckage, pulling some offline bodies too, but he hadn’t found them yet, he needed to know if they were alive, he need them to be alive, he doesn’t know what he’d do with himself if they were killed in the attack, but he knows, if they aren’t online…he would at least want to see them one last time, to be able to give himself that comfort at least. The last memory he had of them flashed through his mind as he dug through the wreckage of the base, they had been so excited to show him something they were fixing when he returned from his mission, but the reality was setting in, they’d searched through every possible piece of what was left of the base, and nobody had found anymore survivors.

Which left Ratchet with nothing, no comfort or peace, no body to bury, all he had was the knowledge that he had lost his only sparkling to this war. Something he’ll never be able to forgive himself for.

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Stellar cycles had passed since the Autobots had left Cybertron on the Ark and landed on Earth, stellar cycles since the loss of his sparkling, he hadn’t moved in from their death, no parent would, it hurts too much to move on, but he can’t dwell on the pain either, so he drove himself into overworking and helping his team to avoid the crushing pain and grief that nestled into his processor, even if he knows it’s unhealthy and his sparkling would be disappointed in him for it.

Of course, Optimus had noticed his oldest friend overworking himself, he knew of the grief and loss that the old medic was suffering from, he’s been there himself, but the Autobot leader knew that he couldn’t comfort a mech that did not want to be helped in the first place, so, he only provided what he could, making sure Ratchet at least took care of his needs, regardless if it was the minimum.

The base was actually quiet for once until a alert came from their scanner, making Ratchet walk over to see the issue, at first assuming it to be something to do with the Decepticons again, he was surprised to see the signal of an Autobot escape pod that had crashed somewhere on the planet. The team had quickly mobilized to ground bridge to the crash site, Ratchet gathering his first aid to follow along, who knows what condition the Autobot inside would be in, he’s still a medic, and it’s just something else that’ll push the grief further back into his mind.

Luckily when they arrived through the ground bridge, weapons at the ready, they found no Decepticon at the scene, but there’s no telling how long that would last, they needed to move quickly. They hurried over to the unopened stasis pod, finding the surrounding area was charred with flames, trees had been snapped like twigs, the ground was dug up and destroyed from where the stasis pod crashed down from the atmosphere, the metal still not as the door slid open.

The team didn't know who to expect, it could be one of their old friends, but for all they know, it could be a Decepticon who used an Autobot escape pod to get away from something, they did have Smokescreen arrive in a Decepticon stasis pod after all. Though, they calmed down, lowering their weapons when they saw the Autobot insignia on the frame of a Cybertronian they couldn’t recognize.

It took Ratchet a moment to even process who was in the stasis pad, he had instinctively started to search their frame for injuries with his optics, but when they had stepped, stumbled, out of the stasis pod, it clicked in his spark just who he was looking at, this wasn’t some soldier or old friend, the bot that stumbled onto the earth beneath their pedes, rubbing their helm, likely disoriented, was none other than his long lost sparkling, the one he thought died so long ago, that he blamed himself for.

“Primus…my helm…” They shook their helm, disoriented from the travel in a stasis pod and then the crash landing on Earth, while trying to reorient themself they accepted the help of a rather chirpy yellow mech, who helped them to stand. “Thank you…” They muttered as the yellow mech responded with beeps and whirrs, helping them out of the crater.

But for Ratchet, he was left in absolute shock, his sparkling was still alive, fully grown and alive in front of him, he almost couldn’t believe it, it felt like a cruel dream, but no, they were here, they weren’t dead, but they were different, their frame was larger, fully grown, covered in scars and old wounds as if they faced the war firsthand. It was a painful sight, he didn’t know which hurt more, the obvious pain they went through while he assumed they were dead or that he had completely missed out on their entire life.

He was frozen in shock as Bumblebee helped them through the ground bridge, but he jumped, blinking as a heavy servo set itself on his shoulder, glancing up at Optimus who looked down at him with a concerned gaze as he spoke. “Are you alright, old friend?”

“Fine…I’m fine…” Ratchet muttered, his processor was aching as he shook his helm, shaking Optimus’ servo off his shoulder before they followed through the ground bridge after the team.

He wants to talk to them, he has so many questions going through his processor, but his job as a medic comes first. Bumblebee had helped them to the medbay, letting them sit down before he walked away so Ratchet could get to work checking on them. Optimus kept everyone else from bothering Ratchet as the medic walked into his medbay, grabbing his supplies to scan their frame for any injuries.

As the scanner ran over their frame, Ratchet couldn’t help but notice all the damage that had occurred to them, not to mention how big they had gotten, he really did miss out on everything didn't he? Thankfully, he found nothing when checking for any injuries, just the old scars that littered their body now.

“You’re good…” Ratchet sets down his scanner, giving them a clean bill of health before sitting down across from them, staring down at his trembling servos. “How…how are you alive? Where were you…?” He needed answers, he needed to know how he could’ve possibly missed them after cycles of searching the wreckage for their body.

They sighed, their shoulders drooping slightly as they fidget with their servos, just as they did when they were little and nervous about something. “When the base collapsed I got lucky, I hid under a table which stopped the debris from crushing me…others…weren’t so lucky…” They spoke in a whisper, as if they wished they didn’t remember the sound of their friends and allies getting crushed by the collapsing building.

“You…were alive, the entire time…? How come we couldn’t find you?” Ratchet could see the recollection in their optics, the frown in his sparkling’s face making his spark squeeze in such a forgotten pain.

“I managed to crawl out, it took a while, but I got out,” They sigh, shifting as they lean back against the wall behind them, glancing away as the memories flood back into their processor. “But when I got out, nobody was around, I was disoriented, probably from a concussion or energon loss, and I made the mistake of walking away from the area. I obviously got lost, couldn’t find my way back, but I did find a group of survivors that helped me survive til we had to leave Cybertron.”

Ratchet listened, his spark aching as he hears them describe what they went through, and the lingering feeling that he had failed them as a sire, he should’ve kept looking, he should’ve looked around the surrounding area, but he didn’t even think that they could’ve crawled out of the wreckage.

“I’m sorry…” He couldn’t help but apologize, he felt as if he were at fault for everything that happened to them, that he should’ve done better. “I…I should’ve done more to find you when we couldn’t even locate your body…” He was horrified to know that he and the search crew had just completely missed them, to the point that not a single person had seen them wander off.

“Why are you apologizing?” They looked back at him with a slight grin on their face. “It wasn’t your fault, if anything, I somehow managed to do all the wrong things in a disaster situation! I left the area while injured, I didn’t make contact with anyone after recovering, I think I did worse than you!” A short snicker escapes them as they cross their arms. “Besides, you did your best…and that’s all I could’ve asked for.”

“You did…didn't you?” Ratchet huffed out a quiet laugh, finally looking up to meet their optics, no longer were they innocent and soft, and yet, that same brightness was still present, they never lost that spark. “Primus…I missed a lot, didn't I? You’re so grown…” He mutters with a bittersweet smile, they were alive and grown, healthy, but he missed out on so much in their life.

“Ha! Trust me, you didn't miss much! It was just so much growth pain and my alt mode became more prominent in my frame.” They laughed, not a small one, but a true, boisterous laugh, one that made his face lift up in a smile.

“Yeah? I see your alt mode developed correctly even if you didn’t have the proper nutrition for it.” Ratchet chuckles, resting his elbows on his knees as he takes in that this is reality, and while he missed out on part of their childhood, he won’t be missing their adulthood this time.

“Yeah…just had the scraps, but I got extra cause I was just a little sparkling.” They snicker before shaking their helm, looking up at him. “I had missed you everyday, ya know…and I’d like it if we could try to return to normal? Even if it’s kinda impossible now, but…it’d be nice to work on things together again.” They smiled a little at him, it had been so long since they had worked on something together, even if it was just a small device, like when they were on Cybertron.

“Well…” Ratchet hums, rubbing his chin as he glances at the pile of broken devices in the corner of his workshop that Bulkhead had broken with a slight grimace. “I have been needing a lab partner…” He turned back to face them with a smile as he watched their eyes light up, they always loved to fix broken things. “And who better than my own sparkling?”

“Well then, shall we get to work then, sire?” They grin, getting up from the med bed they had been sitting on, clearly happy to get back to work and a semi-normal life.

“Trust me, there’s plenty to work on, Bulkhead has a knack for breaking my stuff.” The old medic chuckles as he gets up, picking something out of the pile of broken miscellaneous objects and handing it to them, his spark warming as he hears the familiar term that he had almost forgotten after all this time.

After so long, he finally has the comfort and peace he needed, his sparkling alive and well, working with him in his medbay. It almost didn’t feel real, but it was, and it always would be now, he wasn’t going to let anything happen to them this time. His little family is back together.

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