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hi, you can resquest TFP Soundwave x Femme reader, Where both are conjux and have a Sparkling but one day when the autobots enter the nemesis they think that the Sparkling is stolen and take it but it was a bad idea since in the base the Sparkling cries non-stop and breaks things but Raf calms him down but the sparkling thinks it is a toy and takes it while both enter the portal and going one way, after a while the sparkling are already hungry and cry and Raf feels sad for the baby and then ends up making a signal for the decepticons to find the Sparkling and when Soundwave and the reader arrive the Sparkling hides Raf so that his parents do not see him and happily goes with his parents to the nemesis

Echoes of Family.

The Nemesis was alive with the usual buzz of Decepticon activity. Soundwave and his conjunx, Y/N, were attending to their young sparkling, a lively and mischievous bundle of energy. The sparkling had inherited Soundwave’s quiet but observant demeanor and Y/N’s boundless curiosity, making for an unstoppable force of chaos in their little family.

The sparkling was their joy, a symbol of hope and resilience amidst the chaos of war. Y/N often marveled at how fiercely protective Soundwave was of their youngling, despite his stoic and reserved nature. She loved seeing him interact with the sparkling, even in subtle ways—a gentle nudge, a quiet hum to soothe their restlessness, or his silent yet watchful gaze as they explored their surroundings.

But the Autobots had a plan that day. A mission to infiltrate the Nemesis resulted in unexpected chaos. While most of the Decepticons were occupied with the Autobots’ assault, the sparkling was hidden away in a small chamber. Y/N had entrusted them to stay put and keep quiet, but fate had other plans.

The Autobots stumbled upon the sparkling by sheer accident. Bumblebee and Arcee were tasked with securing the area when they found the little one.

"A sparkling? Here?" Bumblebee blinked in surprise, stepping closer to the youngling, who stared at him curiously with wide optics.

"Must be a Decepticon sparkling," Arcee observed, her voice laced with suspicion.

Bumblebee hesitated. "We can't just leave them here. What if the 'Cons use them for something dangerous?"

The sparkling chirped and reached out for Bumblebee, seemingly unbothered by their strange new company. Against Arcee’s better judgment, Bumblebee gently scooped the sparkling up, determined to bring them back to the Autobot base for safety.

The sparkling’s presence caused quite a stir. Optimus Prime was torn between concern and confusion. "A Decepticon sparkling in our care is a delicate matter. We must ensure their safety but also remain vigilant."

However, the sparkling was far from cooperative. They cried incessantly, their wails echoing through the base. Equipment malfunctioned, items were knocked over, and even Ratchet’s medical bay wasn’t spared from their destruction.

"They’re just a baby, but Primus, they’re strong!" Bulkhead exclaimed as he dodged a flying datapad.

Raf, the youngest of the human allies, had taken an immediate interest in the sparkling. He carefully approached them, holding a small toy he had brought along.

"Hey, it’s okay," Raf said softly, kneeling in front of the crying sparkling. The youngling paused, their optics locking onto Raf. They hesitated before grabbing the toy with their tiny servos, their cries fading into soft hiccups.

Raf grinned. "See? Not so scary now, huh?"

The sparkling seemed to warm up to Raf, following him around and even mistaking him for a toy at times. They giggled when Raf tried to teach them simple games, much to the Autobots’ bemusement.

Soundwave and Y/N were frantic. Their sparkling was gone, and the only logical explanation was that the Autobots had taken them. Y/N’s usually calm demeanor was replaced with worry as she paced back and forth.

"We need to find them, Soundwave," she insisted, her voice trembling. "I can’t—I won’t lose them!"

Soundwave nodded silently, his visor glowing with determination. He quickly worked to track any signals from the Autobots’ base, using his advanced tech to pinpoint their location.

"Signal detected," Soundwave finally said, his voice modulator emitting a steady tone.

Without wasting a moment, the two set out to retrieve their youngling, a mix of worry and resolve driving them forward.

At the Autobot base, the sparkling’s antics were still in full swing, though Raf had managed to keep them relatively calm. The Autobots debated what to do next when the unmistakable sound of a ground bridge opening filled the room.

"Decepticons!" Bulkhead shouted, readying his weapons.

Y/N and Soundwave emerged from the portal, their optics scanning the room. The sparkling’s optics lit up at the sight of their parents. They squealed with delight, dropping the toy they had been clutching and toddling over to them.

"Mama! Dada!" the sparkling chirped, their little servos reaching up.

Y/N immediately scooped them up, holding them close. "Oh, thank Primus you’re okay!" she whispered, her spark swelling with relief.

Soundwave placed a gentle servo on the sparkling’s helm, his relief evident despite his stoic exterior.

The Autobots, however, weren’t as relieved. "You’re not taking them!" Bumblebee protested, stepping forward.

"They’re just using them for their war!" Arcee added.

Y/N glared at them, her usually kind optics now blazing. "This is our sparkling, not some weapon or bargaining chip! How dare you take them from us!"

The tension in the room was palpable, but Raf stepped forward, holding up his hands. "Wait! I think we misunderstood something here."

He turned to the sparkling, who was cuddling against Y/N. "You’re not just some random sparkling, are you? You’re their kid."

The sparkling nodded enthusiastically. "Mama! Dada!"

Optimus Prime sighed, his deep voice resonating with understanding. "It seems we have indeed made a mistake. Return to your family."

Y/N shot him a grateful look before turning to leave with Soundwave. The sparkling, however, glanced back at Raf, their tiny servo waving.

"Bye-bye, toy!" they chirped, earning a small laugh from Raf.

Once they were back on the Nemesis, Y/N cradled the sparkling close, her spark finally at ease. "Never again," she murmured to Soundwave. "We’re never letting them out of our sight."

Soundwave nodded, his silent vow to protect their family unspoken but deeply felt.

And as the sparkling drifted off to sleep in Y/N’s arms, the Decepticons knew one thing for certain—no one messed with Soundwave’s family.

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Not Just A Miner

Tf.One Orion Pax X Cog!Femme!Cybertronian!Reader

Author's note: I got inspired by a scene from an old brazilian movie called "Ó pai, Ó" (2007) in which the protagonist refutes racist remarks made by his friend. Click here to check it out (I couldn't find the english version, only in my native language). Also, I advise you to watch this movie if you have an opportunity.

Rate/Warnings: NSFW, prejudice, bullying, hate. | SFW, reader defends her friend.

Maybe it would be a good idea to be a prankster in the secret archives of Iacon instead of stealing useless material things. Not that young miner Orion Pax is one. He's just been searching for the truth ever since he became suspicious of the ancient and mysterious story of the 13 Primes. What happened to cause the great protectors of Cybertron to die in such mysterious ways? Why is Sentinel Prime's most beloved government hiding such information? Orion has searched countless files for cycles, and they all end with the same story.

Running from the two angry guards who are twice the size of the cogless miner, Orion's hope is to catch the fast approaching train at the nearest station, which is only 20 meters away from his position.

"Stop, miner!" Darkwing shouted from behind, pushing and dodging bots that were in his way.

KDQ-1, the other guard accompanying Darkwing, flies down from the air and lands directly in front of Orion, blocking his path. "Where do ya think ya're going, miner?" he asked threateningly.

Orion stopped abruptly and raised both arms in surrender. "Wow, hey!" He steps back, but feels Darkwing's sturdy body blocking his path. Their evil giggles make Orion feels shivers.

"So, Orion Pix." Darkwing said sarcastically, pushing Orion toward KDQ-1 "Where were we?".

KDQ-1 laughs. "What do you think, Darkwing? Should we pick him up and throw him from that top?" he pointed at a building next to them.

The brute guard disagrees. "Nah, it would be no fun, dull. Let's rip him apart right here." Both guards laugh.

Orion chuckles nervously. "You guys are creative, huh?"

KDQ-1 grabs the miners' left arm and pull him near. "So, miner. What do you prefer?".

Orion spots the train leaving. Now he's cooked.

Darkwing grabs the other arm. "Why do you want him to choose, KDQ-1? Miners don't have choices or opinion. They only obey." Both laughs again. "They are nothing but-"

"They're nothing but what?" You interjected suddenly, causing both guards to drop Orion in fright and backing off. You took it as oportunity to stand between your friend and the guards.

Orion moves quickly behind you as soon as notice it was you.

You could feel his hands gripping your right leg as if to make sure no one takes him away. How cog-bots can be so foolish to mistreat someone who can't even defend themselves? Even more so in public? Anger boils up your circuits.

"Come on, Darkwing. I want to hear it." you confront. "What were you going to say about him and other miners?"

The brute bot and his co-worker looked at each other. KDQ-1 was the first to speak. "We were just having a warm talk. No big deal."

"I don't think that bullying someone is no big deal." You reply calmly, but firmly.

"This is no of your business, Y/N." Darkwing shouted. "Leave us alone, now!"

"Out of question!" You answered. "You must have power over miners, but not over me. You cannot treat cogless-bots badly just because-"

The brute cut in. "Are you really want to teach me to how be a good chief?" he took a fews steps toward you, making Orion shudder. The young miner doesn't want a hand-to-hand fight to start. He doesn't want his friend to be hurt by the stubbornness of others. Thanks Primus that his brother-in-arms, D-16, is safe in the train going to mines right now.

"It seems you do need." You answered, not taking your eyes off him, ready to fight back.

KDQ-1, sensing that things aren't going well and knowing his co-worker actions, puts his hand on Darkwing's shoulder, trying to stop him, but the mean bot moves it away.

"Well, well. A "hero" protecting weaks bots?" he teased, stopping halfway.

"Don't forget that the weaks bots are those who keep our Energon reserves full. Don't forget you have Energon flowing through you because of them!"

"They are just miners. Damn miners! Nothing but dumb robots!"

"Yes, they are miners, but don't miners have eyes? Huh? Don't they have hands and heads and feelings? Don't they need the same Energon to live?" Your voice grows louder and louder. "Do they not suffer from the same diseases and need the same health care as we do?! When they feel exhausted after countless shifts, don't they need some rest just like us?! When you beat the shit out of them, don't they feel pain?! When they risk their lives down there in the mines, don't they die, too? You take advantage of them in everything because they are treated like slaves in our society, son of a bitch!"

An eerie silence fell over the open space. All that could be heard was the sound of the wind blowing off the huge buildings and the metallic sound of some construction machinery in the distance. Everyone who was passing by and paying attention to the small commotion now remained silent at Y/N's reaction, some jaw-dropped; even KDQ-1.

You were breathing heavily, as if your unimaginable reaction had been an impossible struggle to protect those who couldn't protect themselves. And you are willing to continue this discussion if necessary.

Darkwing glared angrily at Orion, who was still behind you. "Good for you, no-cog." the brute commented, ominously. "If I find you in the archives again, you'll suffer. And so will your little gray friend."

Orion's bright blue optics grew wide by his words. No... He cannot endanger someone he admires the most, someone he considers a brother. Darkwing is far more evil than he could have imagined. Suddenly, he feels you moving and blocking the threatening eye-contact between him and Darkwing.

Darkwing lifted his face up toward you. "And it will be a moment you won't be there, Y/N". He, then, was led by his co-worker through the crowd, away from there. All the other cog-bots returned to their tasks, murmuring about what they had just witnessed.

You sighed with relief that the situation was over without developing into something worse. Turning around, you realize that Orion also feels the same way. "Are you okay, Orion?" You asked softly as crouch down. "Did they do something else to you?".

Orion rubs his arm left arm. "Just a bit sore. Nothing to worry about it."

You lift an "eyebrow". His expression of pain was evident on his face as he try to move his arm with difficulty. "They've made a mess right there. Come along. I'll take you to a doctor to fix it."

"Oh, no need for it. I'm ok-" he grows by pain.

You smiled down at him. "Orion, don't resist. Let's go. And also... Don't put yourself in danger ever again... You know what Darkwing is capable of. Don't underestimate him."

"Yeah, I'm sorry... But, you know why I still insist on it. Something isn't right about Cybertron's past before Sentinel Prime's reign".

"I understand you Orion, but it doesn't mean you have to be chased by the authorities all the time. I don't want to imagine what would happen if they get you in a wrong moment." You sighed and watch the giant concrete jungle landscape. "I won't always be there to protect you."

Orion remained silent for a few minutes while the two of them stared at the cityscape before them. The miner is indeed quite stubborn, and that has consequences, especially for those who are not to blame. Rules and protocols are not even close to something he would follow. Orion doesn't like that, and it is what makes him different. Something that makes him look beyond work.

"I promise." he finally speaks. "I promise to not get in trouble."

You knew that Orion would never stop his extreme adventures.

And that defines him.

Damn, he can't wait to meet up with D again and tell him everything that happened and how brave you were. They knew that you, their best friend, are a hero. Someone they could trust their life with.

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Hi Tech!

May I request a fic of [TFP] Optimus Prime with a Cybertronian!Autobot![S/O] [Romantic] [Gender Neutral] who’s secretly conjunxed to him?

[Prompt]: Optimus and [S/O] are secretly conjunxed to each other for a LONG time (even before the war) and try not to let their personal relationship interfere with their works/missions. The others don’t know this information (except Ratchet knows their relationship because that’s what friends are for), until a certain hyperactive human (Miko) accidentally overheard [S/O] calling Optimus his secret nickname, “Oppy”. Then everyone is surprised by the sudden reveal.

I’m Swift, by the way. You probably seen me around here.

Secrets Beneath the Stars.

Optimus Prime was a bot of many titles—leader, warrior, protector—but the one he cherished most was known only to one other soul: conjunx.

You had been bonded with him long before the war had sundered Cybertron. Before he was Prime, before the weight of leadership bowed his shoulders, he had been Orion Pax, and you had loved him with the entirety of your spark. That love had endured through the ages, through countless battles and immeasurable loss, growing stronger with each trial you faced together.

The only other who knew of your bond was Ratchet. The cranky medic had discovered your secret early in the war when your injuries had exposed the shared spark signatures between you and Optimus. Ratchet’s loyalty ensured that your relationship remained hidden, a sanctuary amidst the chaos.

Now, millions of years later, on Earth, you and Optimus still guarded your relationship with care. Leadership demanded impartiality, and you both had agreed long ago to place the needs of the Autobots above your personal lives. That didn’t stop small, stolen moments from slipping through—a lingering glance during strategy meetings, a brief touch when no one was looking, or the occasional murmured “Oppy” when you were sure you were alone.

The day your secret unraveled began innocently enough.

Miko Nakadai had a penchant for mischief and finding herself in places she wasn’t supposed to be. This time, her curiosity led her into the quieter corridors of the base. She was on a quest for adventure, perhaps some secret Autobot tech she could show off to Raf and Jack later.

What she found instead was you, tucked away in a quiet corner of the base, speaking softly into your comm.

“Oppy,” you murmured, your voice carrying a warmth and affection that Miko had never heard before. “You don’t need to worry. I’ll handle it.”

Miko froze, her eyes wide. Oppy? Who was that? And why did it sound suspiciously like Optimus’s voice responding on the other end?

“I trust you,” came the familiar baritone voice, softer than she’d ever heard it. “But do be careful.”

Miko clapped a hand over her mouth to stifle a gasp. This was huge.

The next morning, the base buzzed with activity as usual, but Miko couldn’t keep her discovery to herself.

“Hey, guys,” she said, sidling up to Jack and Raf. “Guess what I found out?”

Jack raised an eyebrow. “What?”

“[Y/N] called Optimus Oppy. Like, seriously. They were all... cozy or something.”

Raf blinked. “Wait, what? Are you saying [Y/N] and Optimus are... together?”

“I’m just saying what I heard,” Miko said, her grin mischievous. “And I definitely heard it.”

The humans’ whispers didn’t escape Ratchet’s notice. The medic narrowed his optics as he watched them exchange furtive glances. He knew the truth, of course, but he wasn’t about to let a group of meddling teenagers jeopardize it.

Unfortunately, the humans weren’t the only ones curious. Bulkhead, who’d overheard part of Miko’s recounting, couldn’t resist bringing it up to Arcee during a lull in patrol.

“Do you think it’s true?” Bulkhead asked. “About Optimus and [Y/N]?”

Arcee gave him a skeptical look. “What are you talking about?”

Bulkhead scratched the back of his helm. “Miko said she overheard [Y/N] call Optimus ‘Oppy.’ Sounds kinda... intimate, doesn’t it?”

Arcee frowned. “It’s probably nothing. Optimus wouldn’t let something like that distract him.”

“Still,” Bulkhead said, “it’s kinda hard not to wonder...”

By the time you returned to the base later that day, the atmosphere felt... different. You noticed the lingering stares, the half-whispered conversations that ceased when you entered the room.

“What’s going on?” you asked Ratchet, who was busily working at his console.

The medic gave an exaggerated sigh. “Your little nickname slip didn’t go unnoticed.”

Your optics widened. “You mean...?”

“Miko,” Ratchet said, his tone exasperated. “That human has an uncanny knack for stumbling into things she shouldn’t.”

Before you could respond, Optimus entered the room, his commanding presence immediately silencing the chatter. He gave you a brief, reassuring glance before addressing the team.

“We have an incoming Decepticon signal,” he said. “Prepare for deployment.”

The mission went smoothly, but the air of tension followed you back to the base. As the Autobots regrouped, Miko couldn’t contain her curiosity any longer.

“Okay, seriously,” she blurted, “are you two, like, a thing?”

Everyone froze.

“Miko!” Jack hissed.

“What? I’m just asking!”

Optimus’s optics flickered briefly to you before he spoke. “Miko, such inquiries are inappropriate.”

“But she called you ‘Oppy’!” Miko protested.

Bulkhead’s optics widened. “Wait, that’s true?”

The room erupted into a cacophony of voices, everyone talking over each other in surprise and disbelief.

“Silence.” Optimus’s voice cut through the chaos, and the room fell quiet.

He looked at you, his optics softening. You nodded, giving him silent permission.

“It is true,” Optimus said, his tone calm but resolute. “We have been bonded as conjunxes for many millennia. However, we chose to keep our relationship private to ensure that our duties to the Autobots remained our primary focus.”

The room was silent for a moment before Ratchet snorted. “Honestly, I’m surprised it took this long for you lot to figure it out.”

The initial shock soon gave way to acceptance, though not without a fair share of teasing.

“I can’t believe you kept this from us!” Bulkhead said, grinning. “I mean, ‘Oppy’? Really?”

Arcee smirked. “I guess even Optimus has a soft side.”

Optimus took the jabs in stride, his composure unwavering. You, on the other hand, found yourself blushing under the team’s playful scrutiny.

“I think it’s sweet,” Raf said, smiling.

Jack nodded. “Yeah, it makes sense. You guys do balance each other out.”

Even Miko, who had started the whole thing, seemed pleased. “Okay, I admit it. You guys are kinda cute together.”

Later that night, as the base quieted down, you found yourself alone with Optimus.

“Well,” you said, leaning against him, “I suppose the secret’s out now.”

He chuckled softly, the sound rumbling through his chassis. “It was bound to happen eventually.”

You smiled, resting your hand over his. “I’m just glad they took it well.”

“As am I,” he said, his optics glowing warmly. “Though I must admit, I had grown rather fond of our secrecy. It made our moments together feel... special.”

You tilted your helm up to look at him, your optics meeting his. “Every moment with you is special, Oppy.”

He leaned down, pressing his forehead gently against yours. “And every moment with you strengthens my resolve to protect what we hold dear.”

In the quiet of the night, beneath the soft hum of the base’s lights, you allowed yourself to savor the moment—no longer a secret, but still deeply, profoundly yours.

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Can do Resquest TFP Predaking which court the reader who is a predacon femme

Flamebound Hearts.

Predaking was not accustomed to softness. For as long as he had roamed the earth, his world was shaped by survival, power, and a lingering resentment for how the Predacons had been erased from history. But all of that began to change the moment he met you.

A Predacon femme—rare in the universe, rarer still to have survived the ages. When Predaking first sensed your presence, it was like a dormant ember within his spark flared to life.

The first meeting was cautious.

He had felt your energy signature on the wind, carried through the icy cliffs of his domain. At first, he thought it might be a trap—another trick by the Autobots or even Megatron to undermine him. But when he laid optics on you, all thoughts of deceit fell away.

You were magnificent. Your form was sleek yet strong, your wings glinting under the faint sunlight that filtered through the snow-dusted skies. There was a quiet confidence in the way you held yourself, but also a wariness that mirrored his own.

"You," he growled, voice rumbling like distant thunder. "Who are you?"

You raised your helm, meeting his piercing gaze without flinching. "I could ask you the same question, mighty Predacon king."

The title, though laced with a hint of teasing, stirred something in him. It was not mockery—there was respect in your tone, a recognition of his authority.

"I am Predaking," he declared, his wings flaring slightly. "Ruler of the Predacons. And you?"

You tilted your head, a small smirk playing on your lips. "You may call me Y/N. A wandering soul, seeking answers... and perhaps, purpose."

Predaking found himself drawn to you in ways he couldn't explain.

At first, he rationalized it as a mere interest in your survival. Another Predacon, a kindred spirit who had endured the trials of time and war—how could he not be intrigued? But as the days turned into weeks and your visits to his domain became more frequent, he realized it was more than that.

He was courting you.

It started subtly. He ensured there was prey left in the hunting grounds, an unspoken gesture of provision. He allowed you to share his space, a rare privilege no one else had been granted. And when he spoke to you, his usual gruffness softened, his words carrying a warmth he hadn’t thought himself capable of.

"Why do you tolerate my presence?" you asked one day, perched on a jagged rock as he prowled nearby.

"Tolerate?" he rumbled, stopping to look at you. "You misunderstand. I welcome it."

Your optics widened slightly, a flicker of surprise crossing your face. "Why?"

He stepped closer, his massive frame looming yet not intimidating. "Because you are strong. Resilient. A reminder of what our kind once was... and what we could be again."

You smiled, a genuine, warm expression that made his spark thrum in a way that startled him.

The courtship deepened with time.

Predaking began to share more of himself—his thoughts, his anger at how the Predacons were erased, and his dreams of rebuilding their kind. You listened with a patience and understanding that soothed his often restless spark.

And you, in turn, shared your story. The battles you had fought, the losses you had endured, and the moments of joy that still shone brightly in your memory.

"I never thought I’d find another Predacon," you admitted one evening, your voice barely audible over the crackling fire you had built. "Let alone one who... cares."

Predaking’s optics softened. "You are not alone anymore, Y/N. You never will be."

The moment of truth came during a battle.

A rogue Decepticon, foolish enough to challenge Predaking’s authority, had set a trap. You were caught in the crossfire, injured as you shielded a vulnerable Predaking from an explosive blast.

When the dust settled, Predaking was furious—not at you, but at the one who had dared to harm you. His roar shook the cliffs, a sound of pure, unrelenting rage.

But as he turned to finish the Decepticon, he saw you struggling to stand, your form battered but your resolve unshaken.

"Y/N," he growled, rushing to your side. "You should not have done that."

You gave him a weak smile. "Protecting you... it’s instinct."

His optics flared with emotion. "Never again. I will not allow you to be harmed, not while I still function."

In that moment, he realized just how much you meant to him. You weren’t just a fellow Predacon. You were his equal, his partner, his sparkmate.

When he finally confessed, it was uncharacteristically vulnerable.

"You are my match, Y/N," he said one evening, his voice low and reverent. "My spark has chosen you. If you will have me... I would stand by your side, always."

You were silent for a moment, processing the weight of his words. Then, with a soft smile, you reached out, your clawed hand resting gently on his.

"I chose you long ago, Predaking. I was just waiting for you to catch up."

He let out a deep, rumbling chuckle, the sound vibrating through the air. "Then it seems I am yours."

From that day forward, you were inseparable. The bond you shared was undeniable, and even in the face of danger and uncertainty, you stood strong together.

Predaking no longer felt alone in his quest to rebuild the Predacons. With you by his side, he had hope—not just for his kind, but for a future where he could finally find peace.

And in your spark, he had found a home.

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G1 starscream with femme autobot reader who’s like the only nice one to him pls! And when they secretly meet up she gives him kisses hehe

Winds of Affection.

The war between Autobots and Decepticons painted the galaxy in endless conflict, where camaraderie was rare and alliances tenuous. Yet, even amidst the chaos, some bonds flourished in the shadows.

Starscream, the cunning and ambitious second-in-command of the Decepticons, found himself drawn to an unlikely figure: you, a kind and compassionate femme Autobot. You were the only one who treated him with genuine kindness, a stark contrast to the scorn and ridicule he often endured from both sides.

It had been during a standoff on a distant planet when you first showed Starscream kindness. He had been injured, his wing scorched from a failed maneuver, and while others would have taken the opportunity to eliminate him, you hesitated.

“Hold still,” you’d said softly, offering him a small dose of Energon.

Starscream had stared at you in disbelief. “You… you’re helping me? Why?”

You’d simply shrugged. “You looked like you needed it.”

That moment had lingered in his mind, the memory of your warm optics and gentle touch etched into his spark.

Since then, you and Starscream had found ways to meet in secret. It wasn’t easy; the risk of discovery loomed over both of you like a shadow. But the fleeting moments you shared were worth the danger.

One night, the two of you met in a secluded valley, far from the prying optics of your factions. The moonlight bathed the landscape in a soft glow, and the air hummed with a rare sense of peace.

“You’re late,” Starscream said as you approached, though his tone was more teasing than accusatory.

You chuckled. “Blame the Decepticon patrols. They’re getting better at their job.”

“Unlikely,” he scoffed, though a smirk tugged at his lips.

You stepped closer, your servos brushing against his as you leaned in. “I missed you.”

Starscream’s optics softened, a vulnerability in them he showed only to you. “I… missed you too,” he admitted, his voice quieter.

Leaning up, you pressed a kiss to his cheek plating. His optics widened briefly before he closed them, leaning into the affection like a starved mech savoring the warmth.

“Why are you so good to me?” he murmured.

“Because you deserve it,” you replied, pressing another kiss to the corner of his mouth.

Despite the joy your meetings brought, the weight of keeping your relationship secret was heavy. Both Autobots and Decepticons would view your bond as a betrayal.

“You know we can’t keep this up forever,” Starscream said one night, his tone unusually somber.

“I know,” you said, resting your helm against his chest. “But I’m not ready to let go. Are you?”

Starscream hesitated before wrapping his arms around you. “Never.”

The sound of his spark pulsing beneath his armor was soothing, a reminder of the connection you shared.

One evening, as you parted ways, Starscream surprised you by pulling you into a deep kiss. His lips met yours with a mix of desperation and longing, as though he feared it might be the last time.

When you pulled back, you were breathless, your optics wide.

“What was that for?” you asked, a soft laugh escaping you.

Starscream smirked, though his optics betrayed his nervousness. “Consider it… a promise. That no matter what happens, you’ll always have me.”

You smiled, your spark swelling with affection. “I’ll hold you to that.”

As the two of you went your separate ways once more, you couldn’t help but feel that, despite the war raging around you, you’d found something worth fighting for.

And Starscream, for all his bravado and ambition, knew he’d found the one being who truly saw him—not as a power-hungry Decepticon, but as a mech capable of love.

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Hi!👋 me again

Im SO in love with how you did my last request and since im feeling slightly betwen agust and fluff, so i go with fluff and i want to request an ES Megatron having an crush on the femme cybertronian reader who is to the Terrans 'Mom2', as Twich would say it, and the reader is while bot protecting tham SUPER sweet to tham and acting like they are her own sparklings but whan in danger she literly goes into 'protective mom' mode and keeps tham safe at all cost

I hope you have an amazing day or night and that i didn't go to far with this request💜💗🌌

A Protector's Spark.

The Malto household hummed with a warmth that could only be described as familial. The Terrans were scattered around the yard—Twitch practicing her flying maneuvers, Thrash trying (and failing) to do a wheelie, Hashtag perfecting her latest holo-selfie, Nightshade building something intricate, and Jawbreaker just enjoying the sun. Among them stood you, the unofficially dubbed “Mom2,” as Twitch lovingly called you.

“Alright, Twitch, keep your wings steady,” you encouraged, your voice gentle yet firm. “You’ll master that landing in no time.”

Megatron watched from a distance, his optics fixed on you. It wasn’t uncommon for him to stop by the Malto home to check on the Terrans or discuss matters with Bumblebee, but recently, his visits had taken on a different motive: seeing you.

There was something about you that left him utterly captivated. The way you smiled at the Terrans, how your presence brought them comfort, and the fierce protectiveness you displayed when they were in danger—it all stirred something deep within his spark.

You glanced up from helping Nightshade secure a bolt on their project and spotted Megatron.

“Megatron!” you greeted warmly, waving. “Come join us!”

He hesitated before approaching, his massive frame seeming almost out of place amid the domestic scene. But the moment Twitch swooped down to excitedly greet him, the unease melted from his expression.

“Greetings,” Megatron said, his tone reserved but softer than usual. His optics flicked to you as you stood and dusted your servos.

“I was wondering when you’d show up,” you teased lightly. “You always seem to visit when things are peaceful.”

“Perhaps I have impeccable timing,” he replied, the faintest smirk tugging at his lips.

You laughed softly and returned to the Terrans, unaware of the way Megatron’s optics lingered on you. He admired how you moved seamlessly between affection and authority—a trait he rarely saw in anyone, let alone someone who treated the Terrans as their own.

The peace didn’t last long. A sudden, shrill alarm sounded from the Malto base, and Bumblebee’s voice crackled over the comms:

“Terrans, get inside! Decepticon scouts nearby!”

The Terrans froze in fear, their excitement instantly replaced with dread. But you didn’t miss a beat.

“Everyone, inside, now!” you commanded, your tone leaving no room for argument.

“But—!” Twitch started, only for you to give her a look that silenced her protests.

“You heard your mother,” Megatron added, his voice carrying a weight of authority.

As the Terrans scrambled indoors, you and Megatron stepped forward, taking a defensive stance. The two of you worked in tandem, a seamless rhythm of strength and precision.

“Stay behind me,” Megatron ordered as the scouts appeared.

“Not a chance,” you replied, your tone steely.

The battle was swift but intense. You moved with a ferocity Megatron had rarely seen before, intercepting attacks that were aimed at the base and shielding him when one scout attempted to flank him.

When the last scout retreated, Megatron turned to you, his optics wide with something akin to awe.

“Are you injured?” he asked, stepping closer.

“Just a few scuffs,” you replied, brushing off your arm.

The Terrans peeked out from the base, their optics filled with admiration.

“Mom2, that was amazing!” Thrash exclaimed, running to hug your leg.

You smiled, kneeling to ruffle his helm affectionately. “I’d do anything to protect you.”

Megatron watched the exchange, his spark tightening.

Later that evening, after the Terrans had settled down and Bumblebee had returned from patrol, you and Megatron stood outside, gazing at the stars.

“You were remarkable today,” he said, breaking the silence.

“Thanks,” you replied, your gaze soft. “But I’m just doing what anyone would for their family.”

Megatron hesitated, the weight of his words catching in his vocal processor. Finally, he spoke:

“You care for them as if they were your own sparklings.”

“They might as well be,” you said with a laugh. “They’ve brought so much joy into my life. I’d do anything to keep them safe.”

He stared at you, his optics reflecting the starlight. In that moment, he realized the depth of his feelings for you. It wasn’t just admiration—it was something much stronger.

“I envy them,” he admitted quietly.

You turned to him, surprised. “What do you mean?”

“They have you,” he said simply. “And I find myself wanting the same.”

Your optics widened, heat rushing to your faceplates. For a moment, you were speechless.

“Megatron…”

Before you could respond, Twitch’s voice called out from the base.

“Mom2, bedtime story!”

You chuckled, giving Megatron a warm smile. “Hold that thought.”

As you walked back toward the base, Megatron watched you go, his spark lighter than it had been in centuries.

Whatever it took, he’d make sure you knew how much you meant to him—one day.

[techhiz]

Hello, can do resquest, Transformers earthspark Soundwave x Femme reader, where both were husbands but Soundwave cared more about Megatron leaving aside the reader who really did not want to participate in the war but Soundwave convinced her, and now Soundwave tries to court her back to the reader who took Ratbat with her

Echoes of the past.

Soundwave sat in the shadows of his makeshift quarters, the soft hum of the Ark’s distant systems the only sound. The war was over. The battlefields were silent. Yet, the void within his spark had never been louder.

You.

His bonded sparkmate, the one who had always been his anchor, had left long ago, taking Ratbat with you. He couldn’t blame you—not after what he had done.

During the war, his loyalty to Megatron had consumed him. He had placed the Decepticon cause above everything else, including you. Your reluctance to participate in the war had been clear, but his words—his persuasion—had drawn you in.

And then he had left you to fight alone, prioritizing Megatron’s commands over your well-being, over your spark.

Now, you were gone, and the regret was suffocating.

When Soundwave finally located you, it was by chance—a brief glimpse of your unique energy signature detected through his network. You had settled on a quiet, neutral planet, far from Cybertron and its politics. The small home you shared with Ratbat was modest, surrounded by greenery and untouched by war.

He stood at a distance, watching as you interacted with Ratbat, who was perched on your shoulder, chirping happily. It was a serene moment, a picture of the peace you had always wanted—and one he had denied you.

"Y/N," he finally spoke, his voice filtered through his visor.

You froze, your optics narrowing as you turned to face him. Ratbat fluttered its wings, sensing the tension in the air.

"Soundwave," you replied coldly, your tone cutting through the silence.

He took a step closer, his frame towering yet subdued. "I have come... to atone."

Your optics flared, the emotions you had buried for so long surging to the surface. "Atone? Now? After everything? You dragged me into that war, Soundwave. You convinced me that it was for a better future. And then you left me—left us—for Megatron and his endless crusade."

He flinched at your words, his normally stoic demeanor cracking. "Megatron... was misguided. I was misguided."

You laughed bitterly. "Misguided doesn’t even begin to cover it. I begged you to leave the war behind, but you were too blinded by loyalty to see what it was doing to us—to me."

Soundwave’s visor dimmed, his hands clenching at his sides. "Regret... overwhelming."

"Regret won’t change what happened," you said, your voice softer now but still firm. "I’ve built a life here, away from all of it. Ratbat and I are finally free."

"I have changed," Soundwave said, his voice almost a whisper. "The war... is over. Megatron... no longer commands my loyalty. My spark... belongs to you."

You stared at him, searching for any sign of deception. But all you saw was sincerity—and pain.

"And what do you expect me to do with that?" you asked, crossing your arms.

"Request: a chance," he said, taking another cautious step forward. "To rebuild. To prove... my devotion."

Ratbat chirped softly, glancing between the two of you.

"You can’t just walk back into my life and expect things to go back to the way they were," you said, your voice trembling. "You broke my trust, Soundwave. Do you even understand how hard it was for me to leave?"

"Understanding: complete," he said, his tone heavy with guilt. "Effort: will not falter."

Over the next several cycles, Soundwave worked tirelessly to prove himself. He didn’t push or demand anything from you—instead, he focused on small gestures.

He repaired parts of your home that had fallen into disrepair. He brought you rare energon treats that he knew you liked. He even spent hours with Ratbat, who was initially wary of him but slowly began to warm up.

One day, as you watched Soundwave fixing a broken energon generator, you felt a pang in your spark. Despite everything, he was trying.

Late one evening, you found him sitting outside, staring up at the stars. He seemed smaller somehow, his frame less imposing than you remembered.

"Soundwave," you said softly, approaching him.

He turned, his visor reflecting the starlight. "Y/N."

You sat beside him, the silence stretching between you. Finally, you spoke. "I see what you’re trying to do. And I appreciate it. But it’s going to take time."

"Understanding," he said simply.

You hesitated, then reached out to place a hand on his. "I just need to know that this time, it’s real. That I’m not just second to another cause."

He turned his hand to grasp yours gently. "Priority: you. Always."

A Spark Rekindled

In the weeks that followed, the walls you had built around your spark began to crack. Soundwave’s presence became a comfort rather than a reminder of the past. Ratbat, too, seemed happier, often perching on Soundwave’s shoulder and chirping contentedly.

One day, as you stood in the doorway of your home, watching him tinker with a new project, you felt a warmth in your spark that you hadn’t felt in a long time.

"Soundwave," you called.

He turned, his visor glowing faintly. "Yes, Y/N?"

You stepped forward, your optics meeting his. "Maybe... it’s time we tried again."

His frame stiffened in surprise, but then he reached out to take your hand. "Gratitude: eternal."

As you leaned into him, resting your helm against his chest plate, you felt the steady hum of his spark beneath the metal. For the first time in what felt like forever, you allowed yourself to hope.

[techhiz]

May I request for earthspark bumblebee with his femme s/o and their toddler sparkling asking where sparklings come from.

A Curious Sparkling.

The Malto household was bustling with its usual energy as the sun set over Witwicky. Bumblebee and his femme partner, Y/n, were sitting on the couch in the barn with their little sparkling, Nova, waddling around the floor nearby. Nova was a lively little thing, with bright optics and a curiosity that matched her boundless energy. She often had her creators running in circles with her endless questions and explorations.

Tonight was no different.

“Mommy! Daddy!” Nova chirped, toddling over on her tiny legs, her stabilizing servos clicking as she went. “I have a question!”

Bumblebee, who had just finished telling a story about one of his adventures, glanced at Y/n with a grin. “Here we go again. What’s the question this time, Nova?”

The sparkling tilted her helm, her optics blinking in pure innocence. “Where do sparklings come from?”

The barn went silent.

Y/n froze mid-reach for her energon cube, and Bumblebee’s optics widened.

“Oh, uh…” Bumblebee stammered, glancing at Y/n for backup. She had conveniently turned her face away, pretending to admire the stars outside. Traitor, Bumblebee thought.

Nova blinked up at him, completely unaware of her parents’ panic. “Well?” she prompted, placing her tiny servos on her hips, mimicking Y/n’s usual stance.

“Uh, well, sweetie…” Bumblebee rubbed the back of his helm, searching for an answer. “That’s a, um, really big question for such a little sparkling.”

Nova pouted, her bottom lip trembling. “But I wanna know!”

Y/n finally stepped in, biting back a laugh at Bumblebee’s flustered state. “Nova, sparklings come from… uh…” She paused, trying to frame her words carefully. “From a special bond between two bots who care about each other very much.”

Bumblebee nodded enthusiastically. “Y-yeah! A bond so strong that it creates a spark, and that spark becomes a little one like you.”

Nova tilted her helm, clearly not satisfied. “But how does the spark get made? Do you just hug really hard?”

Y/n pressed a servo to her mouth to stifle her laughter, and Bumblebee groaned, covering his face with his servos. “Oh, Primus, she’s relentless,” he muttered.

“Nova,” Y/n said gently, kneeling down to her sparkling’s level. “It’s a little more complicated than that. You’ll understand when you’re older.”

Nova huffed, crossing her arms. “But I wanna know now! Why can’t you tell me?”

Bumblebee crouched down beside Y/n, his expression softening. “Because, kiddo, some things are just meant to be learned later. Right now, all you need to know is that you’re here because Mommy and Daddy love you very much.”

Nova seemed to consider this for a moment, her optics narrowing in thought. “So… I came from love?”

Y/n smiled, brushing a stray wire from Nova’s cheek. “Exactly.”

Nova’s pout melted into a wide grin. “Okay!” she chirped, throwing her tiny arms around Bumblebee’s leg. “I love you, Daddy!”

Bumblebee chuckled, scooping her up and holding her close. “I love you too, kiddo. And Mommy loves you too.”

Nova giggled, reaching out to grab Y/n’s servo. “I love you, Mommy!”

Y/n leaned in to nuzzle Nova’s tiny helm. “And I love you more than anything, little star.”

As the family settled back onto the couch, Bumblebee sighed in relief. “Whew, dodged that one.”

“For now,” Y/n teased, nudging him with her elbow.

Nova, however, had already moved on, distracted by a shiny bolt she’d found on the floor.

Bumblebee wrapped an arm around Y/n, pulling her close. “Think she’ll forget about it by tomorrow?”

Y/n smirked. “Not a chance. She’s your sparkling, after all.”

Bumblebee groaned, leaning his helm against hers. “Great. I’m doomed.”

Y/n laughed softly, pressing a kiss to his cheek. “You’ll survive, Bee. You always do.”

Nova’s cheerful babbling filled the barn as the night wore on, and despite the awkwardness of the moment, Bumblebee wouldn’t trade his little family for anything in the universe.

As the quiet of the night settled in, Bumblebee leaned back on the couch, his arm still draped over Y/n. Nova had worn herself out, now fast asleep in Y/n’s arms. Her tiny frame snuggled against her mother’s chest, little servos twitching as she dreamed.

Bumblebee gazed at them both, his optics soft with affection. “You know, for all her endless questions, I think we did a pretty good job with this one,” he said quietly, careful not to wake Nova.

Y/n smiled, stroking Nova’s helm gently. “She’s perfect, Bee. Even with all her mischief and stubbornness, she’s ours.”

Bee chuckled, resting his helm against Y/n’s. “I just hope I survive when she starts asking those questions again.”

“She gets it from you,” Y/n teased, a glimmer of humor in her optics.

“Me?!” Bee whisper-exclaimed, putting a servo to his chest in mock offense. “You’re the one who always needs to know every little detail about everything.”

“I call it curiosity.”

“I call it a handful,” Bee replied with a smirk, though his tone was warm.

They sat in companionable silence for a moment, listening to the faint hum of the barn and Nova’s quiet ventilations. Then, Y/n glanced at Bumblebee, a mischievous glint in her optics.

“You know,” she began, her tone light but with a hint of seriousness, “maybe it wouldn’t be so bad to have… another one.”

Bumblebee froze. His optics widened as he processed her words, and his voice cracked slightly as he asked, “A-another one?”

Y/n smirked, suppressing a laugh at his reaction. “What? I’m just saying. Nova’s amazing. Imagine a sibling for her—someone to keep her company, share adventures with…” She shrugged, feigning nonchalance. “It wouldn’t be the worst thing.”

Bee blinked at her, his processors practically short-circuiting. “Y/n, I—are you serious, or are you messing with me?”

She grinned, leaning closer to him. “What if I said both?”

He groaned, leaning his helm back against the couch dramatically. “Primus, you’re gonna be the end of me.”

Y/n laughed softly, nudging him with her elbow. “You’re already doing a great job with one, Bee. Two wouldn’t be so bad.”

Bee glanced at her, his optics softening as he took in her playful yet sincere expression. “You’re really serious about this, aren’t you?”

Y/n tilted her helm thoughtfully. “I mean, not tomorrow or anything, but… someday? Yeah, I think I’d like that.”

Bumblebee’s gaze shifted to the sleeping Nova, her tiny frame rising and falling with each gentle vent. He imagined a second sparkling—another little bundle of energy and joy—running around, filling their lives with even more chaos and love.

He sighed, a small smile tugging at his lips. “Well… if it’s with you, I guess I could survive another one.”

Y/n chuckled, leaning over to press a kiss to his cheek. “Good answer, Bee.”

“Just promise me one thing,” he said, his tone mock-serious.

“What’s that?”

“That you get to explain the ‘where sparklings come from’ thing to the second one.”

Y/n laughed quietly, shaking her helm. “Deal.”

As they sat together, the weight of the day melting away, Bumblebee couldn’t help but feel a spark of excitement at the thought of what the future might hold. Whatever it was, he knew one thing for sure—he wouldn’t trade his family for anything in the universe.

[techhiz]

May I request a TFP Ratchet x femme cybertronian reader with Ratchet being protective.

-🦝 anon

Worried Rambles.

Ratchet was not one to mince words, especially when it came to safety. The war had taken so much from all of them—Cybertron, their comrades, their sense of peace—and he was determined not to lose anyone else. Particularly not you.

It wasn’t a secret among the Autobots that Ratchet had a soft spot for you. His stern lectures and sharp remarks softened in your presence, his touch gentler when tending to your wounds. Though he never admitted it outright, it was clear to anyone paying attention that his feelings ran deeper than mere camaraderie.

And so, when you disobeyed his direct order to stay behind during the latest skirmish, Ratchet was furious.

The Decepticons had launched a surprise attack on a nearby energy facility. Optimus had called for immediate backup, but Ratchet, ever the pragmatic one, had insisted you stay behind to assist him at the base.

"You're not a front-liner," he had said firmly, his optics narrowing as he spoke. "We need your skills here, not out there where it's dangerous."

But the idea of staying behind while your comrades risked their lives didn’t sit right with you. Against your better judgment—and his orders—you joined the battle.

Everything had been going fine until a stray blast from Starscream’s null ray struck you square in the chest. The force of the hit sent you crashing into a pile of debris, your systems sparking and your vision flickering as you struggled to stay conscious.

By the time the Autobots returned to the base, Ratchet was already waiting, his optics scanning each one of them for injuries.

"Where's Y/N?" he demanded, his voice sharp with worry.

Optimus, silent but understanding, motioned toward the medbay.

Ratchet stormed in, his optics widening as he saw you propped up on a berth, your frame battered and scorched.

"Y/N!" he exclaimed, his voice a mix of relief and frustration. "What in Primus' name were you thinking?!"

You winced as Ratchet began to run scans on your injuries, his servos moving with practiced efficiency but a noticeable tremor in his touch.

"I told you to stay behind," he started, his voice rising with every word. "Do you have any idea how reckless that was? How easily you could have—"

He cut himself off, his optics narrowing as he struggled to keep his emotions in check.

"You don’t think," he continued, his tone softer but no less intense, "about how much this affects the rest of us—about how much this affects me!"

"Ratchet, I’m—" you began, but he didn’t let you finish.

"No! You don’t get to apologize and brush this off like it’s nothing. I can’t—won’t—keep fixing you up after you throw yourself into danger like that. Do you know how close you were to..."

His voice broke slightly, and he averted his optics, his servos clenching into fists.

"I can’t lose you," he admitted, his voice barely above a whisper. "I... I love you, Y/N."

The words hung in the air, heavy and unintentional. Ratchet didn’t even seem to realize what he’d said, too caught up in his tirade to notice the stunned expression on your face.

"Do you even understand how important you are? Not just to the team, but to me? You can't keep—"

You reached out, grabbing his faceplates and pulling him into a kiss mid-sentence.

Ratchet froze, his optics wide with surprise, but he didn’t pull away. Slowly, his servos came up to rest on your shoulders, his tension melting as he leaned into the kiss.

When you finally pulled back, his optics searched yours, his expression a mix of confusion and vulnerability.

"Y/N..." he started, but you silenced him with a soft smile.

"I love you too," you said simply, your voice steady despite the pain in your frame.

Ratchet sighed, his shoulders slumping as he finally allowed himself to relax.

"You’re impossible," he muttered, though there was no anger in his tone.

"And you’re overprotective," you teased gently.

"I have every reason to be," he retorted, his optics narrowing playfully. "Especially now."

He placed a servo against your cheek, his touch warm and reassuring. "But if you ever scare me like that again, I swear..."

"You’ll what? Lecture me to death?"

He huffed, a small smirk tugging at his lips. "Don’t tempt me."

From that day on, Ratchet’s protectiveness didn’t lessen, but it took on a new form. He trusted you to make your own decisions, though he made it clear that he expected you to be careful.

And while you still found yourself in the thick of danger from time to time, you always knew that Ratchet would be there to patch you up—and to remind you, in his own gruff way, just how much you meant to him.

Because no matter how chaotic the war became, one thing remained constant: his love for you.

[techhiz]

Can I request es Bumblebee having a very physically affectionate human s/o that pampers him whenever they aren't busy?

-🦝 anon

Bee Loved.

Bumblebee had grown accustomed to the warmth of human companionship during his time with the Maltos. Their kindness and bond with the Terrans were like nothing he’d ever experienced. But you? You took it to a whole new level.

Every spare moment you had, you poured affection into the yellow mech. Whether it was resting against his alt mode, gently tracing the lines of his plating, or finding creative ways to pamper him, you made him feel like the most cherished bot on Earth.

The sun hung low in the sky, casting a warm orange glow over the Maltos’ backyard. Bumblebee was sitting under the shade of a large tree, his frame relaxed but his optics bright as he watched you approach with a determined look and a bag slung over your shoulder.

"You look way too tense, Bee," you teased, setting the bag down beside him.

"Tense? Me?" He chuckled, shifting slightly to give you more space. "I’m as loose as a Cybertronian can be."

"Sure you are." You smirked, pulling out a soft, microfiber cloth. "Just let me take care of you."

Bumblebee’s optics flickered in amusement, but he leaned back to indulge you. "Alright, I’m all yours."

Carefully, you began wiping down his plating, removing specks of dust and grime from his most recent mission. Your movements were deliberate, your touch gentle as you polished his bright yellow armor until it gleamed.

"Y’know, you don’t have to do this," he said softly, though he didn’t make a move to stop you.

"I want to," you replied, your voice full of warmth. "You deserve to be taken care of, too, Bumblebee."

His spark hummed at your words, and he let out a contented sigh. "Well, when you put it that way..."

When Bumblebee transformed into his alt mode, you’d often hop into the driver’s seat, leaning forward to hug the steering wheel.

"You’re the best ride ever, Bee," you’d say, pressing a kiss to the dash.

"Flattery will get you everywhere," he’d tease through the radio, his voice full of fondness.

On quieter days, you’d bring snacks and sit beside him, chatting about your day while he listened intently. Sometimes, you’d even share music with him, creating playlists tailored to his tastes.

And then there were the cuddles.

Whenever he was in bot mode and you had time to spare, you’d climb up to sit on his shoulder or curl up against his chest. Bumblebee would wrap his arms around you protectively, his chassis vibrating softly with his low, comforting hum.

"You’re so warm," you’d murmur, resting your head against him.

"And you’re ridiculously sweet," he’d reply, his optics dimming slightly as he soaked in the moment.

As much as Bumblebee loved your affection, it also left him in awe. Cybertronians weren’t typically accustomed to such intimate, tactile gestures, but you made it seem so natural. It wasn’t just the physical touch—it was the way you looked at him, the way you always seemed to know when he needed a little extra care.

It made him feel... whole.

The two of you were lying in the grass, the stars twinkling above. Bumblebee had transformed into his alt mode, and you were stretched out on his hood, staring at the sky.

"You’re really something, y’know that?" he said, his voice soft through the radio.

You turned your head to face him, smiling. "So are you."

He hesitated for a moment before adding, "I mean it. I’ve been through a lot, but you... you make it all feel lighter. Like maybe, just maybe, things can really be okay."

Your heart swelled at his words. Sitting up, you leaned forward and pressed a kiss to his hood, your lips lingering against the warm metal.

"Bee, you deserve all the love in the world," you said, your voice barely above a whisper.

For a moment, Bumblebee was silent, his spark practically glowing. Then, his radio crackled softly.

"I think I already have it."

You laughed softly, lying back down and placing a hand against his smooth plating.

And for the rest of the night, you stayed like that—no words needed, just the quiet hum of his engine and the steady rhythm of your breathing. (I swear, bumblebee needs a hug-)

[techhiz]

Hi do you take tfp request and if you did,can I request for ratchet with his femme s/o who are like an old married couple and meeting team prime and the kids.

Old Sparks.

The atmosphere in the Autobot base buzzed with its usual controlled chaos. Ratchet was stationed at his console, hands deftly navigating Cybertronian tech as the familiar sound of ground bridging filled the room. The rest of Team Prime—Optimus, Bulkhead, Arcee, Bumblebee, and even the kids—were gathered, curious about the arrival of someone new.

"Ratchet," Optimus began, his deep voice calm but questioning, "you mentioned an old comrade would be visiting today. May I ask who they are?"

"Comrade is a strong word, Optimus," Ratchet grumbled, not looking up from his work. "Let’s just say she’s… persistent."

"Persistent?" Bulkhead echoed, grinning. "That sounds like a story I wanna hear."

Before Ratchet could retort, the ground bridge roared to life, and from its glowing vortex stepped a tall femme with elegant but battle-worn armor, her optics scanning the room with practiced precision. She had a presence that immediately demanded attention, her demeanor a perfect blend of confidence and composure.

"Y/N," Ratchet muttered, standing upright. His tone betrayed a mixture of fondness and exasperation.

"Hello, Ratch," you replied smoothly, a teasing smirk gracing your lips. "Still grumpy, I see."

The moment you stepped into the base, the dynamic between you and Ratchet became evident. It wasn’t just the way he sighed as you gave him a light jab on the arm, or the way you tutted at the state of his workspace—it was the banter.

"Still keeping this place running with duct tape and miracles, I see," you teased, leaning against his console.

"And yet, somehow, it works," Ratchet shot back, crossing his arms.

"Yes, because you’re the miracle," you replied, your tone dripping with sarcasm. "I’m sure Optimus has to beg you to take a recharge every now and then."

"Someone has to keep this operation functional," Ratchet huffed.

"Ah, yes, the noble sacrifice of Ratchet: savior of failing Autobots and chaotic humans alike."

Your playful tone earned a few snickers from the others, especially Bulkhead and Miko.

"Are they… always like this?" Miko whispered loudly to Bumblebee.

Bee nodded with a chirp, his optics glowing with amusement.

Optimus stepped forward, his towering frame radiating calm authority. "Y/N, welcome to our base. It is a pleasure to finally meet you."

"The pleasure’s mine, Optimus," you said, offering a respectful nod. "I’ve heard a lot about your team."

"We’ve heard nothing about you," Arcee quipped, crossing her arms but with a hint of a smirk.

Ratchet groaned. "That’s because some things are best left private."

"Private, huh?" Bulkhead teased. "I don’t know, Ratch. You two give off serious ‘old married couple’ vibes."

"That’s because we are an old married couple," you said casually, enjoying the way everyone froze.

Arcee’s optics widened. "Wait, you’re serious?"

"You’re married?" Miko exclaimed, eyes wide with excitement.

Ratchet pinched the bridge of his nose. "Primus, give me strength."

The kids were immediately fascinated by you, bombarding you with questions about your life on Cybertron, your history with Ratchet, and—most importantly—how you managed to put up with his grumpiness.

"So, like, how long have you been together?" Miko asked eagerly.

"Long enough to know that Ratchet’s bark is worse than his bite," you replied, earning a scoff from your mate.

"She exaggerates," Ratchet muttered.

"Do I?" you challenged, raising an optic ridge.

Raf chuckled softly. "You’re really good at keeping him on his toes."

"It’s a full-time job," you joked.

Jack, ever the voice of reason, asked, "So, are you staying here with the team now?"

Your smile faltered slightly as you glanced at Ratchet. "That depends. I was hoping to help out, but only if Ratchet doesn’t mind sharing his lab."

Ratchet sighed but couldn’t hide the faint smile tugging at the corners of his mouth. "You’re welcome to stay… just don’t reorganize my tools."

"No promises," you quipped, earning another round of laughter.

As the day went on, you integrated seamlessly into the team’s dynamic. You assisted Ratchet with a few repairs, earning his begrudging thanks, and even sparred with Arcee, impressing her with your combat skills.

But it was during a quiet moment, when the kids were off with Bumblebee and Bulkhead, that Ratchet finally spoke his mind.

"I… wasn’t sure if bringing you here was the right decision," he admitted, his tone softer than usual.

You placed a gentle servo on his. "Ratchet, I know you worry. You always have. But being here, with you and the team—it feels right."

He hesitated before nodding. "Just… promise me you’ll be careful. I’ve already lost you once. I won’t go through that again."

"I promise," you said, leaning in to press your forehelm to his in a gesture of affection.

By the end of the day, it was clear that you were already an integral part of the team. Even Miko, who was initially more interested in your battle stories, started asking for advice on how to handle Bulkhead’s overly cautious tendencies.

As the base settled for the evening, you found yourself sitting beside Ratchet once again, the two of you quietly enjoying each other’s company.

"You know," you said after a while, "this place isn’t so bad. A little chaotic, sure, but it’s got heart."

Ratchet chuckled softly. "That’s one way to put it."

"And you, Ratch," you continued, leaning against his shoulder, "you’re not so bad yourself."

"Don’t push it," he muttered, though his tone was laced with warmth.

As the stars twinkled outside the base, you couldn’t help but feel a sense of peace. For the first time in a long time, you were home.

[techhiz]

Can do Resquest TFA Longarm/Shockwave with femme cybertronian reader, where both are married and the reader is a housewife and is also pregnant and she doesn't know that Longarm is a decepticon spy but one day when she goes to the elite guard because Longarm forgot something but she discovers him in his true form and Longarm kidnaps her and puts him in the nemesis where later Bumblebee helps her out, and Y/N visits Shockwave in the prison letting him see the Sparkling

Deceptive Ties.

Y/N hummed softly as she moved about the cozy quarters she shared with Longarm Prime, her sparkmate. Life as a housewife in the heart of Cybertron wasn’t always exciting, but it was filled with moments of warmth, like preparing his energon cubes or decorating their space with trinkets and mementos. And now, with their sparkling on the way, her days were filled with a sense of purpose and quiet joy.

She placed a hand on her gently rounded abdomen, a smile tugging at her lips. Their sparkling’s arrival was only a few cycles away, and the anticipation filled her spark with both excitement and nerves.

“Y/N,” Longarm’s calm and familiar voice called from the doorway, snapping her out of her thoughts.

“Longarm! You’re back earlier than usual!” she exclaimed, moving to greet him. He smiled, his gentle demeanor masking the darker truth that lay beneath.

“I needed to grab something before heading to a meeting with Ultra Magnus. Important Elite Guard matters,” he said, leaning in to place a kiss on her helm.

“Take care, love,” she said softly, watching as he left.

Hours later, Y/N realized Longarm had forgotten a data pad. “He’s always so organized. This isn’t like him,” she mused. Deciding it might be important, she resolved to take it to him.

Arriving at the Elite Guard headquarters, she was met with the usual pleasantries and directed toward Longarm’s office. As she approached, she noticed voices inside and paused, not wanting to interrupt.

Her optics widened as the conversation unfolded.

“I’ll report to Megatron shortly,” the voice said, its tone chillingly different from Longarm’s usual calm cadence.

Y/N peeked in and gasped silently. Before her stood a figure she barely recognized—Longarm, but in a new form, darker and more menacing. His frame was bulkier, his optic a glowing crimson. Shockwave.

She stumbled back, unable to process what she had seen. The mech she had bonded her spark to, the father of her sparkling, was a Decepticon spy.

The slight noise of her movement alerted Shockwave, who swiftly turned. His optic locked onto hers.

“Y/N…” His voice was devoid of pretense now, cold and calculating.

Before she could flee, Shockwave closed the distance between them, grabbing her wrist.

“You weren’t supposed to see that,” he growled.

“Let me go!” she pleaded, struggling against his grip.

“I can’t,” he said flatly, his optic softening for just a moment before hardening again. “You know too much now.”

Despite her protests, Shockwave used his abilities to create a ground bridge, pulling her through to the Nemesis. The dark, imposing warship was a stark contrast to the home they had shared.

“You lied to me!” she cried, her voice trembling with anger and betrayal. “Everything we had—was it all a facade?”

Shockwave’s expression flickered with guilt. “Not everything,” he admitted. “I did love you, Y/N. I still do. But my allegiance to the Decepticon cause comes first.”

Her spark ached at his words, but she refused to let him see her break.

The Decepticons were quick to isolate her in a secure chamber, though Shockwave ensured she was treated with care. Despite his actions, he couldn’t bear to see harm come to her or the sparkling.

Days turned into weeks. Y/N grew more withdrawn, her spark heavy with sadness. She spent her time speaking softly to her unborn sparkling, finding solace in the life she carried.

One day, she overheard the Decepticons planning an attack. Determined to escape and warn the Autobots, she used the little freedom Shockwave allowed her to send a coded distress signal.

Bumblebee was the first to intercept the signal. His energetic nature and determination drove him to act quickly. With the help of Optimus and the team, they launched a daring mission to retrieve Y/N from the Nemesis.

The battle was fierce, but Bumblebee managed to locate Y/N’s chamber.

“Y/N! I’m here to get you out!” he called.

Relief flooded her systems as she ran to him. “Thank you, Bumblebee,” she whispered.

Shockwave appeared, blocking their path.

“Leave her, Bumblebee. She’s safer here,” he said, his voice void of emotion but his optic betraying his internal conflict.

“She belongs with the Autobots!” Bumblebee retorted, shielding Y/N.

A tense standoff ensued, but Optimus arrived, forcing Shockwave to retreat.

Back at the Autobot base, Y/N was safe but emotionally shattered. The weight of Shockwave’s betrayal and the safety of her sparkling consumed her thoughts.

Weeks later, Shockwave was captured during a mission and imprisoned in a high-security facility.

Y/N visited him one last time, her sparkling cradled in her arms.

“This is your sparkling,” she said softly, her optics filled with sorrow.

Shockwave’s crimson gaze softened as he looked at the tiny mechling. “I’m… sorry,” he said, his voice breaking.

“You should have chosen us,” she replied, her voice firm but filled with pain.

As she turned to leave, the sparkling cooed softly, unaware of the weight of the moment.

Though life was never the same, Y/N found strength in her sparkling and the support of her Autobot family. The past lingered, but she vowed to protect her child from the shadows that had once consumed her life.

Shockwave remained a prisoner, haunted by the life he could have had.

[techhiz]

Countdown

The world was alive with celebration as the clock ticked closer to midnight. The crisp night air was filled with laughter, music, and the occasional pop of fireworks lighting up the sky. Nestled away from the bustling crowds in a quiet field outside the Maltos’ farm, Bumblebee stood alongside you, his optics glowing warmly as he watched you with a fondness that could light up even the darkest night.

You glanced up at him, your cheeks flushed from the cold—or maybe it was the way he was looking at you. “This is perfect,” you murmured, pulling your coat tighter around yourself. “Quiet, peaceful… just us.”

Bumblebee’s frame rumbled with a soft chuckle. “You call this quiet? I can hear Miko’s music blasting from here.”

You laughed, leaning slightly against his large frame for warmth. The gentle hum of his engine was soothing, and the way his plating seemed to shift slightly to accommodate you made your heart flutter.

“Okay, maybe not completely quiet,” you admitted. “But it’s nice being away from the chaos for a bit.”

Bumblebee looked down at you, his optics softening. “Yeah… I like this too. Just you and me. No Decepticons, no G.H.O.S.T., no one telling us we can’t be friends.”

“Friends?” you teased, raising an eyebrow.

His optics widened slightly, and he fumbled for a response. “Well, I mean—uh, you know what I mean—”

You couldn’t help but laugh at his flustered state. “Relax, Bee. I’m just messing with you.”

He huffed playfully, his servos resting on his hips. “You’re lucky I like you.”

“Lucky?” you shot back, crossing your arms. “I think you’re the lucky one, mister.”

“Oh yeah?”

“Yeah.”

The two of you stared at each other for a moment before breaking into laughter. It felt easy, natural, like the rest of the world didn’t exist when you were together.

As the minutes ticked closer to midnight, the two of you turned your attention to the sky. The stars seemed brighter tonight, as if they too were celebrating the end of the year. You couldn’t help but think about how much had changed since Bumblebee had come into your life.

“You know,” you began, your voice quieter now, “I wasn’t sure what to think when I first met you.”

“Really?” Bumblebee asked, tilting his helm. “I thought I made a great first impression.”

You snorted. “You crashed into a barn.”

“Hey, it was a tactical landing!” he defended, though the playful grin on his face betrayed his true feelings.

You shook your head, smiling. “Tactical or not, I’m glad it happened. You’ve… you’ve made this year so much better, Bee.”

His optics flickered with emotion, and for a moment, he didn’t know what to say. Finally, he settled on, “You’ve done the same for me.”

The countdown to midnight began, faintly audible from the Maltos’ farmhouse.

“Ten!”

Bumblebee’s servos shifted slightly, and you could feel the nervous energy radiating from him.

“Nine!”

You turned to face him fully, your heart pounding in your chest.

“Eight!”

His optics locked onto yours, and for a moment, it felt like time itself had slowed down.

“Seven!”

“Y/N…” Bumblebee began, his voice softer than you’d ever heard it.

“Six!”

You stepped closer to him, your breath visible in the chilly air.

“Five!”

“Bee,” you whispered, your voice trembling slightly.

“Four!”

He leaned down, his optics never leaving yours.

“Three!”

Your hand reached up, brushing against his cheek plating.

“Two!”

“Can I—”

“One!”

You didn’t let him finish. Standing on your tiptoes, you pressed your lips against his metallic ones, the coldness of his plating quickly giving way to the warmth of his energy. His optics widened in surprise before fluttering shut, and he tilted his helm to deepen the kiss ever so slightly.

It was perfect.

The world around you erupted in cheers and fireworks, but it all felt distant, like a backdrop to the moment you were sharing. When you finally pulled away, your cheeks were flushed, and Bumblebee’s optics were brighter than you’d ever seen them.

“Happy New Year,” you whispered, your voice barely audible over the celebrations.

“Happy New Year,” he replied, his tone filled with awe.

As the night carried on, the two of you stayed in that quiet field, talking and laughing about everything and nothing. Bumblebee couldn’t stop stealing glances at you, his spark feeling lighter than it had in years.

By the time you returned to the farmhouse, the others were already asleep, but you didn’t care. You’d started the new year exactly how you wanted—with him.

As Bumblebee watched you head inside, he couldn’t help but mutter to himself, “Best New Year ever.”

And for the first time in a long time, he truly believed it. HAPPY NEW YEARS!!!!

[techhiz]

"All I want for Christmas is you."

The barn had been transformed into a holiday wonderland, thanks to Alex and Dottie’s efforts. Twinkling lights adorned the beams, a small but charming Christmas tree stood in the corner, and the smell of freshly baked cookies filled the air. The warmth of the celebration was infectious, and the Malto family was determined to include everyone, even the bots who couldn’t fit in the house.

Bumblebee stood near the tree, his optics scanning the cozy setup. The Terrans were bustling with excitement, marveling at the decorations.

“This is… amazing,” Bumblebee said, his voice filled with wonder.

Twitch buzzed by, holding a string of lights in her servos. “Christmas is officially my favorite human holiday!”

“It’s just so cheerful,” Jawbreaker added, helping Dottie set up the snack table. “Everything feels… happy.”

Hashtag was busy documenting every moment. “Holiday vlog incoming! ‘Cybertronians Celebrate Christmas!’ This is going to blow up my socials!”

Nightshade, perched on a beam, admired the decorations. “It’s a fascinating cultural expression—humans find joy in such rituals. I rather enjoy it.”

You chuckled as you joined Bumblebee’s side, carrying a tray of cocoa for the humans. “What do you think, Bee?”

“I think…” Bumblebee glanced down at you, his optics softening. “It’s perfect.”

As the night went on, the barn was alive with activity. Thrash and Twitch raced around, trying to hang ornaments on anything they could find, while Hashtag roped Alex into filming a “holiday message.”

Bumblebee stayed close to you, enjoying the quiet moments amidst the chaos. He wasn’t used to such celebrations, but with you by his side, it felt natural.

“Bee,” you said, pointing toward a beam above, “look up.”

He followed your gaze and froze. Hanging above the two of you was a sprig of mistletoe, its green leaves adorned with red berries.

“What’s that?” Bumblebee asked, his tone curious.

You felt your face heat up. “It’s, uh, mistletoe. It’s a human tradition—if two people are under it, they’re supposed to… kiss.”

Bumblebee’s optics widened. “Kiss?”

Twitch and Thrash burst into laughter, and even Hashtag paused her filming to giggle.

“It’s tradition!” Thrash teased.

Bumblebee glanced back at you, his expression a mixture of nervousness and curiosity. “So, uh… do we have to?”

You hesitated, feeling your cheeks burn. “Only if you want to.”

Bumblebee considered this for a moment before nodding. “I want to.”

You stepped closer, your heart pounding as you leaned up toward him. Bumblebee carefully lowered his helm, his optics never leaving yours.

The kiss was gentle, a light press of your lips to his dermas. When you pulled back, Bumblebee’s optics were wide, his engine purring softly in the silence.

The barn erupted in cheers, with Hashtag declaring it “the cutest moment ever!”

The night continued, with the Terrans eventually settling down for recharge. You and Bumblebee found a quiet corner near the tree, watching as Alex and Dottie tidied up.

“Hey,” Bumblebee said softly, his voice breaking the silence. “Thanks for including me in all this.”

You smiled, reaching out to place a hand on his servo. “Of course, Bee. You’re family.”

He glanced away, his engine humming in a way you recognized as bashful.

As the clock struck midnight, you climbed onto his servo, settling into the warm metal. “Merry Christmas, Bee,” you said softly, leaning up to press a kiss to his metallic cheek.

Bumblebee’s optics flickered, and his entire frame seemed to light up. His blue accents brightened, and he let out a sound that was somewhere between a laugh and a nervous hum.

“Y-Yeah,” he stammered, his voice higher than usual. “Merry… Merry Christmas, Y/N.”

You giggled, watching as the usually confident scout turned into a flustered mess. His optics followed you like you were the only thing in the room, and his engine purred like he’d just been given the best present in the universe.

“I think someone likes mistletoe,” you teased.

Bumblebee’s laughter filled the barn, soft and warm. “Only if you’re under it.”

WHY IS THIS MF SO CUTE-

Merry Christmas :) <3 (heres me when bee vv)

[techhiz]

Hi! uh can I request for tfp bumblebee with femme s/o where he finally confesses to her and their first kiss. ( this takes place after cybertron was restored )

Words from the Spark

The restored Cybertron was a sight to behold, its once-barren wastelands now teeming with signs of new life. Towers stood proudly against the horizon, their spires reflecting the soft, golden light of the planet’s newly stable core. Among the revitalized beauty, Bumblebee stood in quiet contemplation near the edge of Iacon City.

He glanced upward, where Cybertron's twin moons hung in the darkened sky, their light casting a silvery glow on his yellow and black plating. For the first time in what felt like eons, there was peace. Yet, despite the serenity, Bumblebee's spark was anything but calm.

A familiar set of footsteps approached, soft and deliberate, and Bumblebee turned to see you. Your optics glimmered like the stars above, and your frame moved with a grace that never failed to captivate him.

"Bee," you greeted, your voice warm and gentle, "What are you doing out here?"

He smiled softly. "Just… thinking," he replied, his voice still unfamiliar to both of you since he’d regained it.

You stepped closer, the soft hum of your spark joining the quiet night. "Thinking about what?"

He hesitated. For cycles, Bumblebee had buried the words he wanted to say, convinced that the war and the chaos of survival left no room for such things. But now, with Cybertron restored and a semblance of normalcy returning, the walls he'd built around his spark had started to crumble.

"You," he said finally, his voice barely above a whisper.

Your optics widened slightly, and your cooling fans kicked in softly at his admission. "Me?"

He nodded, his gaze dropping to the ground as he tried to gather his thoughts. "I… there’s something I’ve wanted to say for a long time. Ever since we fought side by side, through Earth, Cybertron, all of it… I wanted to tell you, but I thought… maybe it wasn’t the right time. Or that I didn’t deserve to."

Your expression softened, and you stepped closer, your servo reaching out to gently touch his. "Bee…"

He looked up, his blue optics meeting yours, and for the first time in a long time, he let his spark speak.

"I care about you more than anything. You’ve been my light in the darkest times, the reason I kept fighting even when it felt hopeless. I thought… I thought maybe I’d lost my chance to tell you during the war. But now, with Cybertron restored, with everything finally at peace… I couldn’t keep it to myself anymore."

Your spark pulsed, the sincerity in his voice resonating deeply within you.

"I love you, Y/N," he said, his voice steady despite the vulnerability in his optics. "I always have."

For a moment, time seemed to stand still. The weight of his confession hung in the air, and Bumblebee braced himself for your response.

But instead of words, you stepped forward and wrapped your arms around him, pulling him into an embrace. Your servos gently pressed against his plating as you whispered, "I love you too, Bumblebee."

His optics widened in surprise, and before he could say anything else, you tilted your helm and pressed your lips to his.

The kiss was gentle at first, a soft meeting of metal and sparks, but it quickly deepened, filled with all the emotions you’d both kept hidden for so long. His arms wrapped around you, holding you close as the world around you seemed to fade away.

When you finally pulled back, your foreheads rested against each other, both of you sharing a quiet moment as your sparks pulsed in sync.

"Wow," Bumblebee said, a small, breathless laugh escaping him. "That was…"

"A long time coming," you finished for him, your voice teasing but full of warmth.

He chuckled, his optics shining brighter than the moons above. "Yeah… it really was."

The two of you stayed there, standing under the stars, talking and laughing about everything and nothing. Bumblebee couldn’t help but steal glances at you, his spark feeling lighter than it had in cycles.

And when the night eventually gave way to the soft glow of Cybertron’s dawn, Bumblebee knew one thing for certain—his spark finally felt complete.

[techhiz]

Hello!!! May I please request a Earthspark Bumblebee x femme s/o who is a decepticon (but is actually a genuinely a nice person who is more of a chaotic neutral) where their relationship is kept secret cuz yk the whole autobots vs decepticons, and they secretly meet up every once in awhile and the maltos see bumblebee sneaking out and they get suspicious so they decide to follow him. they find out bumblebee is with a decepticon and misunderstandings happens with them thinking y/n is gonna do something bad and chaos ensues

If this is too complicated please feel free to decline!! I genuinely don't mind ^^

If you do however agree to do this please take your time with it and take care of yourself!!

Secrets

The moon hung high over Witwicky, its silvery light casting soft shadows across the forested hills. Bumblebee crept carefully through the darkened Malto family property, his servos moving in practiced silence. He glanced back toward the house, where the family’s laughter had faded into the quiet of the night. Satisfied no one was watching, he transformed and sped into the woods.

What the Malto kids didn’t know—what nobody could know—was that Bumblebee wasn’t heading off on some standard patrol.

Deep in the forest, at a hidden clearing illuminated only by the faint glow of Cybertronian optics, you were waiting.

"Bee," you greeted with a playful smirk, your Decepticon insignia glinting faintly in the moonlight.

"Y/N," Bumblebee replied, his tone light as he transformed back into bot mode. His optics softened as he approached you. "I missed you."

"Missed me? It’s only been a week," you teased, crossing your arms.

"Yeah, well, a week’s a long time when your spark’s somewhere else." His voice carried that familiar Bumblebee charm, but his tone softened as he reached for your servo.

Your tough demeanor cracked, and you smiled, your servo brushing against his. "You’re lucky you’re cute."

Meanwhile at the Malto Household...

Robbie sat on the porch, his curiosity piqued when he saw Bumblebee sneaking off earlier. He nudged Mo, who was sprawled out beside him.

"Hey, Mo. Did you see Bee just now?"

"Yeah, I saw him sneaking out," Mo replied, sitting up with a conspiratorial grin. "You thinking what I’m thinking?"

"Let’s follow him!"

Twitch and Thrash, always up for an adventure, quickly joined in. "We’ll track him from the air," Twitch suggested, her optics glowing with determination.

The group set off, following Bumblebee’s tracks deeper into the forest.

You and Bumblebee stood close, leaning against a fallen log as you exchanged stories. The war might’ve left scars on both sides, but moments like these made you forget, even if just for a while.

"You ever think about what’ll happen if someone finds out about… us?" you asked, your voice unusually serious.

Bumblebee sighed, glancing at the stars. "I think about it all the time. But then I remember why we’re here—why we’re doing this—and it makes it worth the risk."

You smiled softly. "You’re such a sap."

"And you love it," he teased, leaning closer.

The moment stretched between you, the tension was palpable as Bumblebee’s optics locked onto yours. His servo moved to cup your cheek, and you tilted your helm, your spark fluttering as his face inched closer.

"Freeze, Decepticon!"

The shout shattered the intimacy like glass hitting the ground. Bumblebee and you whipped around to see Robbie, Mo, Twitch, and Thrash charging into the clearing. Twitch had her blaster aimed at you, her optics blazing with determination.

"Kids?!" Bumblebee exclaimed, stepping protectively in front of you.

"You don’t have to defend her, Bee!" Robbie shouted. "We know she’s up to something!"

"Yeah, no way she’s just… hanging out!" Mo added, her brows furrowed.

You raised your servos in mock surrender, trying to stifle your frustration. "Okay, this is not what it looks like—"

"Save it!" Twitch interrupted, her blaster still aimed.

Bumblebee groaned, rubbing his helm. "Guys, listen. Y/N’s not like that. She’s not a threat."

"She’s a Decepticon!" Thrash emphasized, his frame bristling.

"Yes, and also a perfectly nice person," Bumblebee shot back.

The kids exchanged skeptical glances. Twitch’s optics narrowed. "How do we know she isn’t tricking you?"

"Because if I wanted to do something bad, I would’ve done it already," you retorted, rolling your optics. "Seriously, does everyone think Decepticons don’t have hobbies or love lives?"

That seemed to momentarily confuse them, but they remained cautious.

"Why didn’t you tell us, Bee?" Mo asked, her voice softer now.

Bumblebee sighed heavily. "Because I knew you’d react like this. And I didn’t want anyone to get the wrong idea."

Robbie crossed his arms. "Well, mission not accomplished."

Eventually, after a lot of explaining, the kids lowered their guard. They weren’t entirely convinced, but they agreed to keep your relationship a secret for now.

As they left the clearing, Bumblebee turned back to you, his optics filled with apology. "I’m so sorry about that."

You shrugged, smirking. "I guess it’s part of the territory when you’re dating the infamous Bumblebee."

He chuckled, pulling you into a tight embrace. "Still, I’ll make it up to you."

"How?" you teased.

"By finishing what we started," he said, leaning in to press a soft, lingering kiss to your lips.

Your optics fluttered closed, and for a moment, the chaos of the night melted away.

The kids, hiding behind the trees, whispered excitedly among themselves.

"Did you see that?" Mo whispered.

"Yeah," Robbie said, his expression a mix of shock and amusement. "Guess Bee’s got a thing for bad girls."

"Not bad," Twitch corrected, "just misunderstood."

Thrash grinned. "This is so going in the family album."