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yan-randomfandom · 2 months ago

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Bruticus x Mech!Reader

synopsis: you, a lone neutral in the middle of war, suddenly find an unconscious combiner on your doorstep. a/n: guess who my fav combiner is (⁠◠⁠‿⁠◕⁠) also mistakes are everywhere 'round here,, that's a warning

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Being a neutral in Cybertronian war, even if it may seem mundane, is not something to be taken lightly—knowing that you have no guaranteed protection, every mech for themselves, and energon nowhere near a silver platter.

At least, that's how it is for you. Not only are you a neutral, but you also travel alone, avoiding companionship from even fellow neutrals.

— Your cycle had been going smoothly. Supplies traded, objectives met, everything functioning with ease.

That is, until you returned to homebase, and out of nowhere—a gigantic, collapsed combiner sprawled in front of the entrance. Lamely blocking your path. Face-first on the ground too.

Narrowing your optics at the strange sight, your guard rises higher and higher. You listen to the low purrs of their engines, faint enough to be dormant. There is nothing else in your surroundings to be heard but the distant hum of the fallen Iacon. Then it should be safe, you suppose? No other hidden sparks?

You can't see their symbol—but slag, Primus knows you don't give a flying klik on which fraction they came from. Autobot, Decepticon, all the same to you at this point. This isn't a neutral either; there are deep scratches and burns on their frame, the telltale signs of war.

Which is why you completely avoided the sleeping combiner, fast-walking around its frame until you reached your front door.

They will have someone coming for them soon enough. A combiner isn't something to lose so easily.

You look around your base for good measure, deeming it satisfactory in the disguise department. It blends with the structures around it—half-destroyed thanks to the combiner. Whatever. Good enough. No one should suspect a thing. Sure, you do have other bases, but it would be so annoying if they spot you—maybe it'd even the end of your spark.

...

There's a low rumble. Quickly, you turn around, powering up your weapon—

You tense at the combiner's large, red optics. His head now turned, a relentless gaze boring into you.

For a few kliks, he only stares unblinkingly, almost making you believe he’s malfunctioning.

"Don't... hurt Bruticus," he says suddenly, a raspy voice deep and slow, like it's taking everything in him to speak.

Gritting your denta, you shut the entrance close on him. Well, then, you have to start packing this base up. Not safe anymore.

Either way, they should be gone tomorrow.

— 💤

Bruticus is, in fact, not gone.

A cycle has already passed. You opened the door with all hope that he's been retrieved—but no. He's still lying there, head in the same position as when he startled you, optics presently offline. Must still be in recharge.

You bite back an irritated scream; this is nothing but a sign of trouble. Bruticus is clearly in pain, though, so something must be severely damaged to the mechs that make him up themselves. Maybe—you don't really know much about combiners.

Still, you can't afford scrap about whatever happened to them. You step around the frame again and go forward on your cycle—to gather some moving crates.

It’s a quick trip, but maybe he'll be gone once you come back.

— 📦

He's still here.

Stepping around him again, at this point, there's no point in bothering anymore. While your sensors show no one else nearby, that could change in an instant. You have to abandon this base, the sense of urgency skyrocketing in your processor.

Except you slowly take a moment to look back.

His optics are online. You jolt from surprise, your crates fumbling in your arms, suddenly feeling very exposed under his stare.

"You—"

"...Where is Bruticus?"

You pause. The question catches you off-guard. "What?"

"Bruticus can't... move," he says, followed by a long groan escaping his engine.

"I'm sure someone will come find you," you murmur, ignoring the guilt bubbling in your spark.

"I am abandoned," he grunts. "Exiled."

...

... Frag.

You drop everything and walk inside your base.

Then, you come back out, medical supplies in your servos.

— 🪫

(cut-off) bonus:

You were saving these for yourself but nevermind then. Looking up, he's still staring at you with those big old eyes. Slag it.

Slowly, you begin to take steps forward.

The conbiner vents a heavy sigh. "Go away. Bruticus don't want you here—!"

"Relax, big bot," you say calmly, holding up one free servo. "I'm here to help. I won't hurt you. This is a medkit, see?"

— it's short because i KNOW the mistakes and i dont want to expand on it rip

— L moment of me its so skill issue im sorry bruticus i love you

#transformers #transformer x reader #cybertronian reader #tf bruticus #combiners #bruticus x reader #combiner x reader #combaticons

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writeyouin · 5 years ago

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Hello! I was reading some of your transformers x reader and i enjoyed them way too much, i wondering if i could please request some poly combaticons x reader fluffiness??

Poly-Combaticons X Reader - Hostage

A/N – Yoga is harder than I thought. Man, I am like the least flexible person ever.

Warnings – None.

Rating – T

Swindle vented air loudly through his systems, sighing boredly. Just like the other Combaticons, he was tired of being left behind on missions. It was almost like Megatron didn’t trust them, which was crazy, because it was he who had ordered their rescue from imprisonment, right? At least, that’s what he had told them on Cybertron after he had reprogrammed them to only follow his orders; none of the Combaticons would ever know any different.

“Where’s Vortex?” He asked, hoping that the insane bot might be good for a laugh.

“Probably off causing trouble,” Blast Off replied, checking himself out in the shiniest part of the chrome wall.

Onslaught hummed, making some notes after examining a slide under the microscope, “As long as I have some peace to finish my experiments for Lord Megatron, does it really matter where Vortex is?”

“GUYS, GUYS,” Vortex called out excitedly, running in. “YOU WON’T BELIEVE WHAT JUST HAPPENED!”

Onslaught cursed his luck, knowing he would never finish his project with Vortex yelling like that.

“WHAT IS IT?!” Brawl roared huffily, eager to pick a fight with just about anyone that happened to be nearby, if it would distract him from his boredom.

“ORDERS FROM MEGATRON. GOOD ONES. REALLY, REALLY GOOD ONES. ALMOST AS GOOD AS BEING ATTACKED.”

None of them really understood why Vortex loved surprise attacks so much, but they at least understood his frame of reference for excitement.

“Megatron’s back?” Onslaught asked, thinking of his unfinished project.

“NO, BUT HE SENT LASERBEAK BACK WITH SOME ORDERS.”

“What’ve you got for us?” Swindle asked, already coming up with a scam that would make the others do his work for him if he didn’t like the job.

“There’s a human hostage in the holding cells. Megatron said we must not let the Autobots take it back at any cost.”

“A human?” Blast Off actually managed to look away from his reflection for a while. “That could be interesting, I suppose.”

“UGH!” Brawl exclaimed exasperatedly. “WHAT GOOD IS A HOSTAGE THAT YOU CAN’T FIGHT. I WANT A REALLY GOOD SCRAP.”

“Come on,” Onslaught said, leading the way to the holding cells; at the very least, he might get some interesting research done on human physiology and behaviour. At Onslaught’s word, they all headed down to see the prisoner, hoping to alleviate some boredom, if nothing else.

None of them knew what to expect since you were the first human they had seen outside of TV. As such, once they all got to the door, it was decided they shouldn’t alert you to their presence until they were sure of how best to guard you; that decision greatly annoyed Brawl who never hid from anything.

“Wow…” Blast Off whispered, “(S)he looks so…sad.”

The five bots fell silent, frowning as they each thought about their millions of years imprisoned with no hope of escape; it was torturous. No doubt, you were also suffering with nobody to talk to and no stimulus to keep you entertained. At least when the Combaticons were bored, they had each other to talk to; this just seemed cruel. Even Brawl was uncharacteristically quiet, thinking about the painful years of solitude in which nobody even spared him a thought.

Vortex stayed as quiet as he could for as long as he could, totalling a record time of two minutes and ten seconds of silence. After that, he bounced on into the room, “Hey human, how are you? Are you bored? I bet you’re bored; I would be bored in there.”

Onslaught and Blast Off face-palmed, while Swindle watched snickering, and Brawl rolled his optics at his team-mate’s stupidity.

You stood up upon seeing the Decepticon enter the room. He was one you had never seen before on any of your missions with the Autobots and you wondered what his personality was like compared to the other Decepticons.

“Hello,” You greeted openly.

“Hey,” Vortex beamed, surprised you weren’t like the other humans the Decepticons had discussed in front of the Combaticons; he had only ever heard Starscream saying how they were frightened of everything, including their own shadows.

“Are you new?” You asked, your curiosity outweighing your sense of danger as it always did. “I’ve never seen you before.”

“Me, new? That’s crazy,” Vortex guffawed. “I’m super old. You’re the new one.”

You chuckled, “Yes, I guess I am.”

“GUYS, GET IN HERE, IT’S FRIENDLY, AND FUNNY TOO.”

You watched the door as three other bots sheepishly made their way in, the fourth stomped in grumpily, making sure to make a lot of noise.

“Oh, are these your friends?”

It was Onslaught who answered, “We’re his team.”

“Yeah,” Blast Off laughed, “I’m the handsome one.”

You smiled, noticing they weren’t like the other Decepticons; at least these five talked to you. “And do you have a name or am I stuck calling you handsome?”

“I’m Blast Off, our fearless leader here is called Onslaught. This glitch-head is Vortex,” Vortex pointed to himself proudly, despite the insult. “This is-”

“I’m Swindle,” The bot replied, winking at you. “You need something, you come to me first. I can talk my way outta anything and everything.”

“And last but not least is Brawl.”

“AND I’M OUTTA HERE,” Brawl huffed, still wanting something to fight.

“Ah,” You smiled knowingly.

“WHAT’S THAT SUPPOSED TO MEAN?” Brawl demanded, hitting the bars of your cage.

“Hey, I meant nothing bad by it. I could just tell by your cool attitude that you’re the strong one of the group. Man, I bet you could take anyone in a fight.”

“Heh,” Brawl guffawed bashfully. “If you think I look strong now, you should see my alt-mode.” With that he transformed into a tank, showing off his bulk and strength by blasting a hole in the ceiling.

You couldn’t help but smiling at the display Brawl put on just for you. Soon enough, all the Combaticons were competing for your attention, turning into their various alt-modes and asking whose was best. Even the level-headed Onslaught couldn’t help admiring your tactful answers as you said what you liked best about each member of his unit, including himself.

There was no doubt that the five would have stayed and talked your ears off forever, had you not eventually fallen asleep. Watching you slumber so peacefully, sure they had put the smile on your face, each of the Combaticons felt joy warm their cores. In just one day you had become so precious to them and all because you listened to them more than any other Cybertronian ever had.

“Let us all admit that we are feeling the same thing for this organic,” Onslaught whispered, resting his helm against the bars of your cage.

The other bots murmured in agreement.

“Then let’s bust her out,” Brawl growled. “We have more than enough firepower to do it.”

“Yeah,” Blast Off agreed, “And nobody could look as good doing it as we could.”

Vortex started shaking excitedly, “Oooh, I sense a prison break coming on, just like the human movie, Impossible Mission.”

“It was Mission Impossible, you dolt.”

Onslaught sighed, “You’re forgetting that we’ve got direct orders from Megatron to make sure (s)he doesn’t escape.”

“Do we though?” Swindle asked mischievously. “As far as I’m aware, our orders were to ‘make sure the Autobots don’t take her at any cost.’ I don’t see any Autobots here, do you?”

Onslaught considered that momentarily; Swindle really could find a loophole in anything. “Well…as long as we are all in agreement.”

As if in response, the team started their combined transformation into Bruticus, leaving room for Onslaught to join in. He did so happily, feeling the freedom and power that came with combining.

“Bruticus rescue (Y/N),” The now giant bot said monosyllabically. “(Y/N) belongs to Bruticus now.”

You had long since gotten over the shock of being kidnapped for the second time that day; it helped that your new-found captor was actually the five Combaticons you had met earlier that night. All the same, you weren’t sure what was going to happen next and it seemed that Bruticus didn’t either.

“So,” You wondered how to broach your next question, “Where do we go from here?”

Bruticus shrugged his shoulders, then lowered his servo to let you down onto the beach shore. “Bruticus don’t know. What human want to do?”

“I- Hmm… I’d like to thank you for the heroic rescue.”

Bruticus’ fans started blasting in what you had come to know as a Cybertronian blush.

“And I would like to invite you to come and visit me in my home whenever you want… even though we’re really far away from it right now.”

“Not far for Bruticus. I can take you home right now.”

“Really?” You half laughed. “You would do that for me?”

“Yes, Bruticus like new friend.”

You weren’t sure how to react to that. To be perfectly honest, you were wondering exactly what you had said or done to make the Combaticons like you so quickly. If you could make the other Decepticons like you just as much then maybe you could make life a lot easier for the Autobots in the process. Either way, you were glad you weren’t a hostage anymore, though you still had no idea quite how enamoured the Combaticons had become with you in just one night. Humans had a word for how the Combaticons felt about you; they were smitten.

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ppnuggie · 3 years ago

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Hi i loved most of you reader x g1 decepticon! :3 idk if request are still open Dx but i wanted to request fem human reader who does your mom jokes x g1 decepticon combiners (you can choose which ones xD) i wanna see how they would react >:)

　　　　　　G1!CONS x fem human reader

　　　　『　combaticons ,, constructicons ,, stunticons ,, female human reader 』

　　-> decepticon combiners w/ s/o who makes ur mom n deez nutz jokes

　　— fluff ,, sfw ,, crack ,, polyamorous

　　— omg big brain 😩🙏 i did three of them ,, but theyre in a relationship w/ reader ,, so it’s separate but its poly w/ the different combiner groups ?? if that makes sense 💀 ik i have requests before this one but ive been fueled w/ motivation to do this one

— ugh at this point just spam my inbox w/ the combiner groups 🛐 i love them sm ,, esp the stunticons 🥹🥹

constructicons ::

• mixmaster was the one who was really even interested in hearing your jokes ,, then scrapper heard of them ,, and got indulged as well

• bonecrusher doesnt mind your jokes as long as you dont get him with them ,, scavenger however just gets even more emotional than before when you get him with one of them

• its mainly you ,, scrapper ,, and mixmaster that get everyone else with the jokes

• hook has had it with hearing you say “ur mom” to anything and everything ,, and to make it worse ,, scrapper gets him with “deez nutz” way too often

• to say the least ,, hook is ready to retire if he could ,, but atlas he’s cursed with having to deal with your guys’ shenanigans

• long haul silently watches from afar all the craziness ,, chuckling to himself but never are you able to get him with your jokes

• depending on who’s controlling devastator ,, he may find joy in the jokes or might not ,, it he doesnt than you can deduce it to be hook who’s controlling the big guy

• though devastator isnt as great w/ pulling off deez nutz jokes ,, but hes got the spirit ❤️

stunticons ::

• this time its dragstrip and wildrider who are eager to use the jokes they learned from you on breakdown

• poor guy cant catch a break w/ those two ganging up on him ,, it practically haunts him in his stasis when something about his mother is brought up ,, and he aint even got one 😭🙏

• motormaster only makes ‘tch’ sounds at yall’s jokes ,, turning to the side and tuning out anything you guys say

• and deadend doesnt produce much of a reaction either ,, just staring before walking away ,, which is not as entertaining

• however ,, there was this one moment when you got starscream w/ a “ur mom” joke and you swore you heard motormaster laugh a bit

• but he just denied it ,, not admitting that the silly thing made him chuckle just a little bit ,, yet youre still not convinced

• menasor doesnt have the time to dilly dally with your jokes ,, but sometimes he may pay some mind to them ,, but dont expect much

• maybe a slight smile or so ,, but nothing big like a hearty laugh from him

combaticons ::

• the combaticons have quite mixed opinions like the other combiner groups

• onslaught doesnt pay attention to your jokes ,, nor does he find the time for them ,, or understand them really ,, so he just doesnt even bother

• swindle just huffs and waves you off ,, continuing to think of ideas to scam some poor souls ,, but sometimes he finds your jokes funny ,, as long as theyre not used on him

• blast off ,, like onslaught has no time ,, but he’s always a victim to your jokes ,, huffing and pouting slightly as he just ignores you ,, sore loser 😤

• vortex chuckles at your jokes ,, no matter who you get them with ,, though if you try to get him w/ one its a whole uno reverse ,, he ends up dissing your mom and getting you w/ deez nutz 😭💔

• brawl is like blast off ,, doesnt care but gets huffy when you get him ,, yet hes quite determined to get onslaught with one ,, though its also a challenge to

• bruticus gets huffy and puffy and pouts in a corner if you get him w/ a joke ,, no matter who’s controlling him

• youve gotta convince him you wont get him again with you jokes so he stops getting huffy ,, and bc megatron doesnt need his combiner to be acting like a child during battle 💀

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