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dxmurewrites · 2 days ago

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Let’s Be Pals

one-shot(?)

Sir Jimmy Crystal x Reader

summary: You left Holy Island with your nephew Spike, not wanting him to be on the mainland on his own. With your sister now gone, he’s the only family you have left, that is until you come across a tiara wearing stranger.

a/n: Obviously ‘you’ as the reader are Scottish, given where we are in the film. This was just a random little thing I thought about and decided to write. I will sooooo delete this if his character ends up being incredibly irredeemable. Also in true me fashion, watch me turn this into a part one and part two. And the fact I’m writing something for this mf before Remmick, lord.

Not edited.

warnings: canon-typical violence (infected), blood, coarse language.

please let me know what you think! unless it’s to be mean, then die. likes and comments mean the world!

“Why did you stay with me?”

His voice is soft, surprising you yet again. Spike had been quiet for a few hours now, the young man still wondering over whether or not his decision to stay on the mainland was the right choice.

You turn to look at him, your eyebrow raised. “Hm?” The two of you had found a spot on the side of a decaying road, cooking a fish over a fire. “What’ya mean?”

He prods the fish with a stick again, turning it over the fire. “You should’ve stayed home,” Ah, here it is. “You didn’t have to stay with me, I would’ve been fine on my own.”

Shrugging, your back rests against a large rock as you watch him continue poking your dinner. “I know you would’ve,” Your hands play with the ripped fabric on your pants as you speak, your eyes scanning the environment every now and then. A machete pokes at your thigh, the large knife resting in its holster. It was uncomfortable in this position, but you knew better than to take it off. “Maybe I just wanted to enjoy the sights too, ever think of that?”

Spike turns to you with a blank expression, causing you to grin. Eventually his own lips tilt in a smile, and he rolls his eyes.

Twelve.

He reminds you of Isla in every way. She’s been gone for 28 days now, but deep down you knew she had been gone for awhile. When her mind let her, she was your older sister, the one who helped raise you after dad passed. The one who would speak of the mainland and how it was before the rage virus took over.

When her mind became clouded, you weren’t her little sister anymore, you would be mum, or nan, sometimes even calling you Spike.

You sniffed, bringing yourself back to the present. It didn’t matter, she wasn’t suffering anymore.

“You’re my blood Spike, where you go, I go,” Your elbow reaches out to nudge him as he nods reluctantly, feeling guilty for bringing you along. “I watched you be born lad, no way in hell would I let you go explore this shithole without me.”

“You were a kid when I was born.” He answers in a matter of fact tone, causing you scoff.

“Eighteen, thank you very much,” You begin to stand, stretching out your arms as you once again begin looking around, watching the two points of entry on the road. “Was about time your ma popped you out too, I was getting bored having no friends.”

“I was a baby.” Spike’s eyebrows furrow and you grin, shrugging again.

“Only new people we got on the island were babies Spike, if I wasn’t doing hunts - I was babysitting you.”

He nods again. You’d done countless trips to the mainland, being one of the top archers on Holy Island. The groups became smaller and smaller as more people stopped coming back, and eventually the hunts became just you and Spike’s dad, Jamie.

It was isolating in a way. You had been just a baby when the virus took over, having grown up on the island with your dad and sister before his passing shortly after. Some kind people took you both in, you both grew up, Isla married Jamie and started their little family as you shared a house with a different older couple.

You were surrounded by people, surrounded by a community that cared.

And yet, there still felt like there was nothing for you. Surviving was the goal in the end, but living felt nearly impossible. Majority on the island had already found their special place in the world, found their special someone.

It’s why you took up the hunting role as soon as you were old enough. Getting to see the mainland, exploring what once was, running into the odd village here and there. It kept you sane, even if the infected kept you awake at night.

As if hearing your thoughts, a shrill from an infected echoes off the rock walls around you. Immediately your hand reaches for the bow that rested on the ground, the other reaching for the quiver beside it, strapping it onto your back.

Spike stands as well, his gaze looking everywhere for the cause of the sound. “Should we move?”

You hold up a finger, telling him to wait. “We need to see which direction it came from,” You answer softly, reaching back to grab an arrow, nocking it, waiting for what’s to come. “No point running if we don’t know where it is.”

He nods, swallowing his spit as he readies his own bow. You look around again, hearing another shrill. The sound bounces around the rocky terrain, but eventually the body of an infected running from the west greets you.

So much for dinner.

The naked man sprints upon spotting you, his arms flailing around as he screeches. “We can take it.” Spike nods at the bloodied creature, and you shake your head.

“When there’s one there’s more,” You line up your shot, waiting for the infected to lift his head as he yells again. You release, and the arrow goes flying, landing in its forehead. “It was too loud, more will come.”

More sounds can be heard, one of them sounding almost like laughter.

A cheer.

More infected begin running in from the end of the road, and you grab Spike’s shoulder, pushing him forward to the east. “Go,” You push him a little harder, urging him to move. “We’ll flank them down, just like we practiced yeah?”

He nods with a shaky head, anxiety evident in his eyes as he grabs his bag, beginning to run in the direction you wanted. You take another infected down, a woman, and she falls roughly to the surface, tripping another.

Running after your nephew, he takes another infected down as you catch up to him, waving him forward to follow you. The two of you run side by side, occasionally turning around to take down more infected. Your thighs burn at the action, not having ran this much since your encounter with an alpha a few weeks ago.

Your stomach drops as you’re met with a face full of boulders. The screams of infected echo behind you as you search around for another exit, but the only way through is over. Grabbing Spike’s shoulder again, you begin pushing him towards the rocks, tilting your head towards the next step.

“C’mon lad! Up and over,” He’s got two feet on the first boulder as his eyebrows furrow, watching you intently. “Move Spike! Start climbing!”

Turning around again, you notice more of the infected beginning to follow after the first group, the numbers having doubled. Lining up another shot, you take one down as another falls limp behind it, Spike having killed the other.

“I’m not leaving you!” He yells, reaching back for another arrow.

“Am not arguing Spike,” Your words come out almost like a growl, wanting nothing more than to protect your nephew. “Climb, now!”

He jumps down beside you, and if there was time, there would’ve been a few coarse words leaving your lips. The boy shoots down another, the arrow landing in its throat as it gurgles and pummels to the floor.

The two of you continue, pushing back until your feet touch the rocks behind you. The infected just kept coming, the sick ones just following the screams of others for a chance of food.

Reaching back, your fingers flail around for another arrow, and your curse, realising you were out. Spike had a few more to go, and you throw your quiver to the ground, the bow following with it as you unholster your machete.

Spike’s eyes widen, and you press forward in an attempt to keep him behind you. “Spike,” you urge, turning your head slightly, keeping your eyes on the handful of infected continuing their run towards you both. “Please climb, now.”

You would never forgive yourself if something happened to him. Isla and your dad would be screaming in heaven at you for endangering him in any way.

“You’re out here because of me,” The twelve year old answers, his hands shaking as he nocks another arrow. “Where you go, I go.”

The wee bastard repeats your words from earlier, and you give him a tight smile, nodding once. “Alright, but if I do a really cool self sacrifice, ye better make sure your arse is over those rocks before I turn.”

He grimaces at the thought, and you don’t have time to reply, an infected lunging for you with a cry. Turning just in time, it falls against the boulders, and it’s about to lunge again when you strike, your machete reaching between it’s eyes.

Kicking it away, you begin charging forward, meeting the other in the middle. Swinging the large blade from the side, it hits the infected in the neck, the blood spraying around as you hide your head behind your arm, being sure to not get any in your eyes or mouth.

The cycle repeats a few more times, other infected being taken down by the tween behind you, but like clockwork, more begin to show up, clumped in twos or threes.

Jogging back to your nephew, he points out that he’s nearly out of arrows himself, and you frown, gripping the machete in your hand as you look back to the road.

There’s no way the two of you would be able to take them all down.

An arrow whizzes past you as Spike kills another infected, and a loud whistle from above brings your attention elsewhere.

Instinctively, you stand in front of Spike, finding a group of non infected standing around you two above on the hills.

They’re all blonde, holding various different weapons as they eye you both with grins.

Are those fucking tracksuits?

“Wonderful shot!” The man in the centre yells out, his knee bent against a rock as he grins. Gold jewellery stands out amongst his black and white track suit, rings adorning his fingers as he points down at the infected. “Mind if we step in?”

Your eyes narrow at the man, confusion evident in your features as the grip on your machete tightens. Blood drips from the tip as you hold it up towards the oncoming threat. “By all means!”

His grin grows, and the people around him begin chuckling, bouncing around as if they were eager to help.

“Hold.” He holds up his finger, eyeing the naked and bloodied people running towards you two.

They begin getting closer, too close for comfort, and your chest begins to ache in fear, stepping in front of Spike again with your machete raised. “Any fucking day now!”

The man’s head tilts as he chuckles, repeating the word. “Hold.”

You growl in frustration, walking forward and ready to strike at the infected that charges ahead at you. It’s head had just started flying through the air as you hear a swift and sharp ‘fucking go.’

Blond hair begins whipping around the site, the people from above flying down from the rocks with their large sticks. Some flip from their positions, landing near you as they begin attacking the infected, laughter filling the air as they smile from ear to ear, enjoying the kills.

Stepping back, you and Spike let the group take the remaining infected out, watching with furrowed eyebrows and confused expressions over what you’re both witnessing.

By the time the last one’s dead, the remaining member of the group, the one who had done all the talking, climbs down, joining the rest.

He walks towards you with a swagger, his eyes unashamedly looking you over. The grin doesn’t leave his lips, and he chuckles once more.

Is that a fucking tiara on his head?

“Well aren’t you just a sight for sore eyes,” He whistles again, his gaze never leaving yours. “That was some fine shooting before, real nice.”

You just nod, choosing to ignore the first part of his sentence and using the time to catch your breath after the ordeal.

He wasn’t ugly by any means, quite the opposite, but there was something about him you couldn’t put your finger on. Maybe it was the fact that everyone around him had the same hair, or it was the tracksuits, either way, you had to be careful.

“Jimmy Crystal,” The stranger holds his hand out, the grin growing as he tilts his head, waiting for your reply. “And you are?”

“Grateful,” Is all you say, nodding towards Jimmy and his group. “Thank you… For uh, helping us.”

He pulls his arm back, but he doesn’t look annoyed by your dismissal, if anything, he’s more intrigued. He shrugs nonchalantly, looking at the dead infected as if they were a mere inconvenience. “No worry, couldn’t turn down a damsel in distress and her little lamb.”

He lifts his chin towards Spike, who still stood behind you. “What about you little man? That was quite some shooting coming from you too, your ma teach you that?”

“She’s not my… she’s not, this is my aunt,” He tells Jimmy your name, and you turn slightly, giving your nephew a look as if to say ‘really?’. He ignores you, keeping his attention on the blond man in front. “I’m Spike.”

“Spike,” Jimmy repeats, before his eyes lock in on yours once more. He repeats your name, slower than Spike’s, nodding as if giving his approval. “S’good thing seeing other families out here, don’t see it much nowadays.”

Families? Apart from the hair, his group didn’t exactly look related, but you kept your mouth shut. Shuffling awkwardly on your feet, you realised you were still gripping your machete.

“I think you two need somewhere to rest yeah?” Jimmy claps his hands together, reaching out again with an outstretched hand towards Spike this time. “What’ya say, let’s be pals.”

Spike shakes his hand before you can protest, and the young man looks up at Jimmy with a worried expression. “My aunt’s been on watch the last few days,” You say his name in warning, hating that he was giving these strangers information, but he continues. “We just need somewhere where we can sleep for a few hours.”

“We’re fine Spike,” You butt in, raising a hand towards him, but he shakes his head, clearly still feeling guilty for your lack of rest and food. “We’ve thanked them, that’s all we can do.”

“Nonsense,” Jimmy snorts, his gold chains and crucifix swinging around his chest as he hunches over to face Spike at eye level. “You’re a good lad looking after your family, that’s the kind of people we like around here.”

Jimmy stands once again, walking closer to you as his grin softens, a softer smile on his face as he holds his hand out for the third time. “Come with us,” He says your name carefully, as if you’d strike him down for saying it. “Ye don’t know us - sure, but for Spike’s sake, let the boy have a rest… even if it’s just for a little bit, I think you both need it.”

Truthfully, you did. The fatigue was growing stronger, and you’d be no use to Spike if you couldn’t keep your eyes open. You knew he was just trying to find a way to make you agree, but there was still that lingering feeling of the unknown.

It was obvious you didn’t have supplies worth taking, and truthfully why would they bother saving you both just to kill you later?

“Okay,” You answer softly, seeing Jimmy’s eyes light up at your response. “But we won’t be staying long.”

The blond man raises his arms in defence, nodding before he pressed his hand to his chest. “Knowing such a beautiful creature such as yourself will be safe under my roof, I can die a happy man.”

You raise your eyebrow at him, before turning to Spike for a moment. “Can you go collect our arrows?”

The boy nods reluctantly, walking off to retrieve any that were still intact. You watch him for a second before looking back to Mr Crystal.

“You’re quite the character, aren’t you?” You ask, and he laughs loudly, almost proudly at the term.

He shrugs, answering you in between chuckles. “Not sure what ye’ mean?”

“You’re wearing a fuckin’ tiara,” You point towards his head with your free hand, before waving your finger towards the rest of his attire. “Not to mention all this.”

“You like?” He quips, and the words almost make you smile, almost, but it was enough for him to notice the subtle change in your face. “Yeah you do.”

Scoffing, you turn your attention back to Spike, who was busying himself a few metres away, pulling more arrows out of the dead infected.

“I meant what I said before, you’re quite the beauty aren’t ye?” Jimmy continued, and you scoff once more. “Not trying to be weird, just think we all need to spread the love around a bit more yeah?”

“I think this country has done enough spreading shite around,” You retort with a chuckle of your own, watching as Jimmy seems pleased at being able to get something other than reluctance out of you. “But thank you.”

“Don’t thank me love, it’s true,” He pats your shoulder gently. “We’re gonna be great pals you and I, I can just feel it.”

Strangely enough, you could feel it too.

#sir jimmy crystal #sir Jimmy Crystal x reader #jimmy crystal #Jimmy Crystal x reader #28 years later #why did I make this #WHY #BEFORE REMMICK?#stupid dream

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personthingsblog · 1 day ago

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Ok,this is going to be like really random

Ok so like one day Raf, was helping bee with something and out of nowhere like Raf asked bee ‘’Where do Cybertronian babies come from?” And the entire base froze.Arcee choked on energon. Ratchet dropped his datapad, shattering it for the third time that week. Bumblebee made a series of panicked beeps that translated loosely to, OH PRIMUS WHY. Wheeljack choked on nothing at all, which was somehow more dramatic. Bulkhead walked straight into a wall and Smokescreen, who was trying to appear mature and responsible for once, turned so red in the faceplates it looked like he was overheating. “WHAT!?”

And Optimus... blinked.

And miko was like ‘’I knew this day would come , DIDN’T THINK he ACTUALLY ASK IT OUT LOUD,‘’ while grinning ear to ear like this was the best day of her life. And jack was like:👁️👄👁️ ,while slowly backing away. And Raf immediately regretting asking that question

And ratchet pulled out a slideshow(don’t ask where that came from) about that question

The first slide featured glowing images of the AllSpark, the Well of All Sparks, and what looked suspiciously like a baby-shaped protoform.

Miko was writing furiously from a notebook she pulled out of thin air

Jack looked one PowerPoint away from jumping off a cliff.

And Raf was just trying to process it

“So basically,” Miko said, looking up, “you guys were just… spawned like DLC characters?”(bless miko) “No,” Ratchet growled. “We were not downloaded. There was a process. There were forges! And mentors! And cold, metal screaming!” “That sounds worse,” Raf muttered. Wheeljack nodded solemnly. “It was.” “And you all just come out fully built?” Jack asked. “No,” Bumblebee beeped. “We start as blank protoforms. Basic frame, minimal coding. It’s like being a baby but worse because everyone’s trying to shoot you.” “Wow,” Miko said. “So you’re telling me you were basically… robot toddlers with knives?” Everyone stared at her.

Then Smokescreen said, “Yeah, we are murderous babies”(ratchet threw a wrench at him)

An hour into the ‘educational’ talk, the room had descended into chaos. Ratchet was arguing with Wheeljack about how ‘spark chemistry’ was completely theoretical and ‘totally not romantic at all!’ Smokescreen was drawing diagrams. Bad ones. Arcee was threatening to stab someone if the word ‘merge’ was used one more time.Bulkhead had gone completely silent, hugging his knees in the corner.

“So wait,” Miko interrupted, looking very disturbed, “there’s like... no mommies or daddies?” “No,” Optimus said firmly. “Then how do you guys know who’s related to who?” Raf asked. “We… don’t. Not in the way you do,” Optimus admitted. “The concept of family is more… metaphorical.” “So basically,” Jack said slowly, “you were all made in a glowy magical pit, raised by your society, don’t have genders, don’t reproduce, and don’t date.”

“Correct.”

Miko threw her notebook on the floor. “This is BULLCRAP. I CAME HERE FOR ANSWERS, NOT EXISTENTIAL NIGHTMARES.” “I told you!” Jack yelled. “I told you we didn’t want to know!” “I THOUGHT THEY HAD A SECRET BABY FACTORY!” “We DO!” shouted Ratchet. “It’s called a forge! AND IT’S NOT CUTE!”

(The Aftermath of Regret)

Several hours later, the kids sat in absolute silence on the couch in the base lounge. No one spoke. No one moved. Jack’s eye twitched. Raf was cradling a blanket like it was the only thing keeping him from falling into madness. Miko was staring blankly into the middle distance, muttering things like “spark code synchronization” under her breath. Behind them, the bots were screaming at each other. “You showed them the diagnostic flowchart of a spark chamber!” Arcee yelled. “They asked!” Ratchet shouted. “I WAS TRYING TO BE HONEST!” And bee was burning the slideshow

(Pls don’t mind if this doesn’t make sense,I just write this cause there was like a werid question stuck in my head)

#transformers #tfp #transformers prime #why #dont ask #tfp miko #tfp raf #tfp jack #autobots #ratchet #optimus prime #tfp arcee #tfp wheeljack #tfp bulkhead #tfp bee #tfp smokescreen

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