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I loved your angst drabbles for Jazz and Prowl, where they end with their S/O, and everyone is miserable but in the end they get their shit together, come back and have a happy ending, I went down those one shots like a hundred times by now, I just love them. How about something right up that alley, but with Optimus? Not a particular verse, make it hurt and double the happy ending dose...
Thank you!!
Until eternity ends
Pairing: Optimus Prime x Reader
Reader type: Gender neutral bot.
Song: Miserable man- David Kushner
Warnings: Angst
An: Ahskahdkak. I'm glad you like them that much! Gahh that's so sweet. And I hope you're ok that I went with a Bot reader instead of a human reader! And I genuinely hope that this is what you wanted lol.
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In another life he would have spent an eternity with you. Gave you his love in a million different ways. He would have laid it down soft and sweet. Spoke it so the universe would here.
Everything. You were everything to him. You felt like home. Like he belonged. Like he wasn't just Optimus Prime.
That he was just the same as everyone else. Created from stardust.
That is why he let you go. His spark yearning for yours as you held onto him just as desperately as he was to you. Frame shaking as he held you close.
It was selfish. His fear of losing you.
No knowledge the matrix had to offer would have prepared him for this.
Of you losing him.
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You could only think back in a life that was and could no longer be. Still you loved him yearned for him. For the one spark yours felt whole with.
You understood it. Excepted the end of the relationship. To many times have you nearly lost each other. Throwing yourself in the path of harm to save the other.
It was a love that would end in hellfire and energon.
Life in Cybertron was a cycle of battle and death. One led into the next. Bled into everyday life.
Those who loved risked their life's in more way than one.
He had wanted to save you the drag into the well should his spark depart.
You would follow him to the ends of the universe if you had to. Body be damned. As long as you were able to call him yours.
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Optimus had caught sight of you in the battlefield. The spot beside him felt open. Vulnerable. The place you once protected.
He saw nothing but fire in your optics. Your lips curled in a war cry.
God's would damn themselves for you.
His spark is stolen.
You are here. Despite the ashes on your frame. The cracks in your armor.
It calls out for you
You are here. Filled the cracks with gilded gold. Holding your helm to the sky. Spoke to death and told her to greet you another day
Your optics find his.
Battle axe to the sky. Leader in both frame and spirit. You lead them into battle. Energon boiling in their views.
You spoke his name.
They were here because of you. They had a reason to fight. A will to live.
Your spark called to his
You are the reason God's damn themselves for mortal souls.
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Your breath mingled with his. Energon coating every inch of you frames. Helms pressed together. His lips ghosting over yours.
The war was nothing but noise. Nothing mattered but his lips on yours.
"I have been a fool." He rumbles. His voice bittersweet. "Not once did I stop loving you. I was scared."
You took his face in your servos. Optics locking with his.
"We both were, My Spark." You press your lips to his.
Optimus pulls you close as the noise dies down. Autobots pushing back Decepticons. Armies led by the both of you. Living because of the both of you.
"Still. I would have you until eternity ends. If you will have me." You rest your helm on his shoulder. Listen for the thrum of his spark.
"The end of eternity is a long ways away. But it a journey I would only wish to take with you." He grins. Optics softening. Taking away the stress on his frame.
His fingers hook your chin. Thumb gliding beneath your lips.
Everything. You are everything to him.
Headcanons of Starscream’s (Neutral femme) s/o seeing him kill someone, be it on accident or self defense. And she has never seen someone die, be killed, much less see someone she love kill another person. I’d imagine she’s understandably shaken. IDW please?
Tis the Season of Angst!
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-Now Starscream would have probably gotten into this fight head on and he wouldn’t know you were standing there.
💣
-He would end up throwing the other mech to the wall and he would have the typical smirk on his face. A trait he still kept from being a con.
💣 -But when he stabbed the mech right through the chasis and let him fall, he would turn around and then see S/O
💣 -”….Scrap..”
💣
-S/O was so shaken up that he would slowly walk over, his optics wide and scared looking.
💣
-S/O…They attacked me. Or S/O they were causing a ruckus and I had to kill them
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-Out of sheer guilt, he would transform and fly away in order to give S/O space.
💣 -He is too afraid of being alone after that. He was now seen as a higher up and now that S/O knew, would she tell everyone and he would be thrown in jail?
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-Starscream would more than likely come back a day or two later and then hold S/O tight and say the words “Im sorry.” over and over again
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-He promises to never let S/O see that ever again.
Perhaps a little scenario with Starscream (TAAO) ? His reaction when one confront him with a little sparkling (the "product" of a boisterous night, and a very happy, very frolicsome Starscream back then ;)). Fluff, angst, comedy etc - whatever you like resp. whatever you think "fits" best.
I haven’t read TAAO, so I’ll do IDW if that’s okay. Sorry about that! :D
Starscream was surprised to see you again, here. It had been so long since your last.. encounter, he thought that perhaps you’d forgotten him. You hadn’t changed much, though your bright optics were no longer the ruby they had been, but now their original vibrant [colour], as they had been before the war. The thing that stuck out most to the seeker, the biggest difference to have occurred, was the tiny, recharging sparkling in your servos.
You cradled the smaller being softly, lovingly, and Starscream caught on to the immediate similarities between the pair of you.
Envy boiled in his tanks.
He remained faintly polite, though, pushing every other emotion down, “I didn’t think I’d see you again, [Designation].”
You didn’t move from your place by his desk, didn’t even flinch at the underlying feelings in his voice.
“Why wouldn’t you?” Your own words were soft, perhaps to prevent the sparkling in your arms from waking up, or perhaps to sooth his tension.
Finally, after many long minutes of silence, you looked up to him, a gentleness in your optics that he didn’t expect, or deserve.
“You’re her creator, by the way.” As if on cue, the tiny seekerling stirred, a high keen leaving her throat, “She takes after you in many ways.”
By now, the mech had closed the distance between you, coolant pushing at his optics as he observed the impossible, tiny creature.
She was an almost identical replica of you, but her armour was red where yours was [secondary colour]. A minor difference, and the only noticeable trait she’d acquired from her creator.
“May I..?” Starscream left the question open, unable to remove his gaze from his sparkling - how, how had be managed to create something so beautiful, so wonderful?
You nodded once, smoothly placing your little one into his arms. It was strange to see someone like Starscream be so gentle; but it was nice, and the sight made your spark flutter in your chassis.
When he bent down to press a chaste kiss to your helm, you felt at peace.
Perhaps, now that the war was over, you could have a chance at being a proper family.
can we see some soft nsfw rodimus getting the praise he deserves?
You've got him trapped against you like a Python, slowly rolling your body into his despite being nearly glued together. Rodimus isn't even fussy about it, doesn't try to wriggle his arms out from your tight hug, and instead desperately grasps at the small of your back while he reciprocates your slow grinding and kisses you feverishly. It's little more than a teasing slide of heated panels, just enough friction to keep your charge up. Not leading up to interfacing, in fact, doing anything else is the furthest thing from your mind. You can't focus on much more than the feeling of Rodimus' frame melting into your own, his field blending with yours, his servos keeping you held close.
His legs are twisted in your own, bodies curling together like vines, mouths exventing sighs and moans into each other. You could survive off the charge arcing back and forth between your fields, each kiss passing invisible sparks of electricity. Every second away from Rodimus you feel famished for his touch, his kisses, his murmured devotions. He treats you with worshipful attention, but you feel like the one in the presence of a deity. You're blessed by his love and his unwavering warmth.
"I love you so much," Your vents are trying desperately to push out the excess heat, only for Rodimus' body to reflect it back into you, "I can't live without you."
Rodimus' smiling mouth is back on your own before you can say more, his lips and denta and glossa stealing every word from your mouth. How are you ever supposed to tell him how you feel when he keeps sealing your vocalizer with every kiss? You can hardly remember what you wanted to say to him. Every word feels undeserving anyway, unfulfilled, empty of all the meaning you want them to convey.
"I've never needed someone so much," Your lips peck at his before you kiss the edges of his grin, white denta pressed into his bottom lip, Rodimus watches you with rapt attention as you make your way to his neck cables. You would take whatever you could get, devour every inch of him with your glossa, revel at his pedes if that is all he wanted. Loving someone has never felt so much like being torn asunder, "I'm all yours. Always."
Every time you move, Rodimus moves with you. Every touch in sync, lips chasing yours, panels rutting blindly into you. Even thousands of miles away you could feel him, his pleasure and his charge building and attracting you like a moth. Desperate to find him in the nothingness of space. Even in death, you think, you would be able to feel him. The Well of All Sparks would not be able to keep you from him, Primus made your spark intwine with Rodimus. You would always claw your way back to him.
It feels only natural when his spark chamber opens and you're bathed in a light so bright it feels like being reborn.
Rodimus just. Being happy. 🅱️lease.
There was no exact moment Rodimus remembers falling in love with you. He had fallen for you again and again, the small things you do and the ways you exist steeping him further and further in love. He had been in over his helm before he had any plan of action, before he could even begin to unfold and dissect the emotions in his spark.
Maybe he had loved your smile first, showing how eager and kind you were with everyone on the Lost Light. How happy you were to be part of their little family. Rodimus liked a team player, especially one so enthusiastic. The same smile you gifted him after a victorious battle, when you politely offered him energon during your break, before you left for your habsuite at the end of a long shift. He woke up and recharged to that smile.
And then he had loved your hands. Hands that overworked on reports when you should be sleeping, and held his face when he looked “not himself”, and rested over his spark when you had admitted how hopelessly head-over-heels you were for him. Tiny hands that held his servo like he was the most delicate thing in the Universe.
And of all things, he loved your laugh the most. Loud and uncaring and melodious. It sang to him across the alien beach, twin suns low on the horizon and lighting up the grin splitting your face. Calling him in like a siren’s wail. How he had wanted to push you away and pull you close at the same time: afraid of the way you had twisted him into someone unrecognizable and built him up all the same.
You splash his awestruck face, a clear target for attack, and Rodimus could only retaliate with a goofy, hopelessly gone smile. Processor filled with thoughts of only of you.
Rodimus scooped you up into his arms, wet clothes clinging to your damp skin, and pulled you in close to his throbbing spark. How had he existed before you? Did he know what happiness, wholeness, was before you came into his life?
Could Rodimus ever live again without orbitting you, living for your smile, living for your love?
the requests are open and all I can think is I just want to gently hold everyone on LL and tell them that I love them lol
//huehehe i get to dust off that maternal bot insert that i hardly get to use//
You’ve always had a knack for comforting people; ‘babying’ is what Prowl used to call it. Although you did plenty of babying for Prowl, as well, when you two had been close. You consider it an honor to see the vulnerable sides to your colleagues and friends. There’s nothing wrong with being soft and unguarded. Many mechs don’t seem to think the same, though, and you don’t try to fight them on that.
Perhaps it’s selfish to want to be the only one to be a comfort your friends, but no one else can be trusted to handle a hurting spark like you can.
Rodimus is mild and agreeable when he’s alone with you, a tiredness to his optics that is surprising on someone so young. He doesn’t fight you as much as usual when you insist he needs to get some rest. In fact, he heavily leans on you like he’ll collapse under his own weight. If you didn’t hover over him in his berth, you wonder if Rodimus would even fall asleep. Eventually, he always does. Although it’s fitful and you caress his helm through the night cycle to ensure he doesn’t wake himself. It’s a sacrifice you’re more than willing to make.
Ultra Magnus is much harder to crack, in fact most bots are, but that doesn’t mean you aren’t successful. He’s quick to brush you off when you come with soft voice and warm pestering, but is much quicker to respond when you command him to listen to you. He’s all straight back and stiff posture, not wanting to drop his professional front even for you. Being perceptive is always needed with someone like Magnus. He won’t tell you what’s bothering him, but he will lean into your touch and sigh in resignation when you tell him he has to turn in for the night. He doesn’t argue with your firm tone, although it sounds strange on your glossa.
Swerve is an uncommon case, freely coming to your habsuite in the late hours with his problems. You could search him out, but you know if Swerve wants to talk he will be more than happy to approach you. He leans his helm in your lap invents exasperated and shoulders weary with the stress of his overworked processor. Swerve’s glossa is quick to rattle off his overthought worries, how he thinks fearful things will sense his anxiety and come search him out. He has enough fear pent up in his system to make up for the entire shipful of mechs. Eventually his mouth runs out of steam, his body less tense, and he enters recharge without a fight. Soothed into relaxation with your gentle petting.
If you were younger you would be restless with all the emotional labor you put out, taking on the anxieties of your crewmembers, but you let it slide off your back with age. There’s nothing worrying will do about the future, nothing forcing a solution will do for others.
Accents. Vosian/Tarnian/Kaonite/Iaconian/etc. What are their closest human accent equivalents? Is Screamy's accent typical Vosian? Is Megatron's standard Kaonite? Please sir, we want to visualize (audialize?)!
Starscream’s accent is Vosnian. Very distinct upper-class Vosnian, to be precise. Mine, as I’ve mentioned before, is Helex with a touch of Vosnian woven through it. Megatron’s accent actually hails from Tarn. Generally speaking, to say that the more distinct Cybertronian accents have direct Earth equivalents would be doing a disservice to both our planets’ languages.
The two exceptions: Crystal City and the Betier region in the south. Bots from the first bear a striking auditory resemblance to humans from New Zealand, while the Betier accent can only be described as Caribbean.
The Dawning is close so I thought I'd make myself a better quality version of the dawning symbol - so in case anyone else needs/wants it here you go! (It's Bungies of course, I only made my own version ^^)
Also because it's me I decided to put some light stuff in there and then some more! Feel free to use it (I'd just love to see what you do with it)!
Yeah, I AM a dead thing, made of a dead power, in the shape of the dead. And all I'll ever do is kill. What a bout it?
"Keep talking and I'll show you how good I've gotten at doing the one thing I'll do for eternity!"
The Pigeon And The Phoenix
no way in hell am i passing this up
a student from uni scrolled past this and ended up failing all of his courses, even the ones he thought he passed… not gonna take this chance.
just for luck 😭
school just started, not taking any chances
FUCKING PLEASE
it works
ive been failing history with a 69 for weeks and now i have a 85
PLEASE
Please dear god
i love you, unlike they did
so i wanted to write something for chris <33 so heres that. pretty much just him needing to reassure his s/o thats been in shitty relationships. this will hopefully be fluffy with a bit of angst but i haven't wrote it yet so we'll see (pretty much just fluffy). enjoy! (please read the warnings)
pairing: Chris redfield x fem!reader
warnings: mentions of sex, abusive past relationship, reader having trust issues
words: 844
Undying Love (Alcina Dimitrescu x M!Reader)
Tags: Alcina Dimitrescu x M!Reader, unnaturally tall reader, for reasons, open-ending (just like, you can either take it sexually or just romantically?), loved writing this, unedited
Wordcount: 1131
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(M/N) isn't entirely sure what's been happening the past day and a half, having been cooped up in his study or his and his life partner's bedroom, at his desk or in bed for almost the entire duration of time. His glasses are resting on the bridge of his nose as he uses his pen to write down the words spinning in threads to form a web of a story on the pages, the light of the lamp illuminating the room in a soft glow.
His study is one of the few rooms in the castle that doesn't look like a classical ballroom or jailer room, not unlike a nicer version of one of the villager's houses' studies. The white light of the outside only barely streams in through the darker curtains, the two lamps in the room his only light source. The one on the desk is currently off, the one in the corner of the room on next to him as he sits in his plush armchair.
His book is propped up on his thigh, wobbling with the movement of his wrists with the ink being pushed into the lined paper. Though, every now and then, his head starts to droop, pen starts to slow, eyes very steadily starts to shut. The sound of the nearby stairs being traversed makes his head move back up, and his pen stops moving completely.
He pushes his glasses up and takes a deep breath, using his pen as a stopping place in the writing book, the clicker facing upward out-top of the book, and he places it on the end table next to his chair. He lets out a small, higher-pitched groan as he stretches his arms behind him. "Good lord," He mutters at the sound of his back popping multiple times with the movement.
He's smaller than his life partner, so the chair that he's sitting in is large enough that he can curl up in it. But it's a blessing and a curse, he sighs to himself. His bones aren't the way they used to be. He pushes himself onto his feet and yawns quietly, fixing his lounge shirt and pants to get rid of the creases.
The steps stop outside the door to his study and a knock sounds through the wooden door and echoes softly in the room. "(M/N), darling, are you ready to come to bed?" Alcina lilts in her naturally sultry tone, a smile clearly gracing her features from the way her words sound. "I have quite the present for you tonight," She adds on, less lilting but very loving still, nonetheless.
"Hm?" (M/N) responds as he pads his way on socked feet to the door, loud enough for his partner to hear before he opens it for her. She steps into the room, bending over slightly to enter it, and stays that way to press a soft kiss to (M/N)'s lips. Albeit he is much shorter than his significant other, (M/N) is still around seven and a half feet tall, being a sort of supernatural creature himself.
Once Alcina pulls back and stands to her full height, she scoffs lightly, looking back at the door, "I really need to have these doors remodeled, or something of the sort. At least for our rooms," She rolls her eyes a small bit before turning back to (M/N), who's been looking up at her in amusement with a soft smile.
"My darling," Alcina says with a similar smile, hooking a finger underneath (M/N)'s chin as his (e/c) irises meet her golden ones. "Come to the room with me," She murmurs softly, trailing her fingertips up the side of (M/N)'s face, watching as his eyes flutter shut at the feather-light touch.
"Yes, my love," (M/N) practically whispers, leaning into the touch as goosebumps erupt along his skin with the gentle feeling.
Alcina doesn't typically sleep during the night, and (M/N) goes without sleep half of the time, so their nights are very entertaining or at the very least, relaxing for the both of them.
(M/N) follows his eternal lover to their shared chambers, watching her day clothes swish around her legs, creamy white against stark pale. He hates to see her leave, but loves to watch her go, he snickers to himself as they both duck into their room.
Alcina turns around as she pulls off her hat, eyebrow risen at (M/N)'s sudden noise. Said man is closing the door behind them and waves her off when he turns back, "Nothing, nothing, my love. Just a joke."
"Hmm, yes, of course, just a joke," She says, fake placatingly as she begins to undress, taking off her heels and gloves. "Unzip me, would you?" Alcina asks, facing the closet as she stands with her back to her shorter lover.
"Of course," (M/N) flushes slightly. Although he always... helps her undress in the evenings that they plan to stay in their bedroom for the night, it still flusters him to do such an intimate thing. He steps up behind her and reaches his hands up, holding the top of the back of the dress together before unzipping it slowly.
Once it's been unzipped to her tailbone, she shrugs off the shoulders, revealing bare skin for... literal meters, as she pulls the sleeves off as well. The dress falls to Alcina's ankles, and (M/N) watches as she steps out of it gracefully and bends over to pick it up.
"You're doing that on purpose!" He accuses with a playful smile as Alcina bends her knees ever so slightly, ass pushed out, showing her rather very pretty black underwear.
(M/N) can hear her laugh softly before she straightens up completely, turning around while holding the dress over her bare chest. He becomes flustered once again as she leans over and murmurs in his ear, "I know you were watching my behind when we were coming to the room."
Her words leave him shocked and with blood rushing to his cheeks... and another place. "You said I could, years ago!" He defends, spluttering a little bit as his lover dresses herself in nightwear in the closet.
He can't see her when she laughs again, and he huffs loudly before moving over to the bed, sitting on top of the sheets. He's just finishing pulling off his shirt to toss in the laundering basket when Alcina comes back out of the closet in lacy black... nightwear.
"I did say that, I also quite invite you to look now," Alcina smirks and steps closer to the bed, and (M/N) is happily mindboggled and wonders how this is the woman he's going to be with... forever.
Headcanons (Anonymous): Your writing is wonderful! May I request a Headcannon, please? :D S/O stripteasing Genji, Hanzo, and any other heroes of your choice? While the hero is tied to their chair. And what they’d prefer S/O in for it (maid outfit, schoolgirl, etc), pretty please? :D
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