Heyy can you do a ratchet fanfic where user gets their period and throws up? (Happening to me rn) if its too weird i understand
I hope you get better soon ... sorry if this isn't exactly what you wanted.
900 words. Ratchet x Female reader. Fluff and a bit suggestive maybe?
Pain & Love
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“Are you pregnant?”
After throwing up in the restroom, this is how you are greeted.
“No,” you say. “But right now, I kinda wish I was.”
You walk slowly until you reach the sofa and let your body simply fall on top of it.
Taking medication didn’t work, putting a heat pad on your stomach didn’t. It was going to be one of those days where you were just going to have to pull through.
“I think I might die,” you say without noticing the seriousness in your voice. “My organs are being ripped out from the inside and there’s nothing I can do about it.”
To the kids, they knew that you were kidding. Exaggerating and understanding that you might be sick.
But to the Autobots?
“Are your organs … really doing that?” Bulkhead asked.
“Mmmmm technically yes, I am just in constant pain with some internal bleeding.”
It didn’t take long for Optimus to pick you up and take you to Ratchet’s lab. The Autobots and the kids follow closely. They were more curious at how things will play out than genuinely being worried for your wellness.
“Ratchet! (Reader) is dying and—”
You had never seen the medic react so quickly. He almost ran to Optimus and he gently placed you on Ratchet’s servos. You wanted to say something but maybe some alien medicine will actually help you with your pain.
“Everyone, please leave us alone. I need to run some tests.”
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“With so much blood, you might think this was an internal bleeding.”
It was a topic you didn’t want to explain. Not because it was embarrassing but because you understood how visceral it was for an alien race. There was the possibility that he might find it disgusting.
And the last thing you wanted was for the bot you have a crush on to think like that about you.
“Yeah, no, it's totally normal,” you tried to play it cool. Anything to keep you safe from needles and uncomfortable tests. “It happens once a month. It just hurts a lot and it's uncomfortable.”
“But you are not dying … correct?”
You smile at his obvious preoccupation.
He had laid you on the bert and since then he hasn’t left your side. Ratchet had brought you a blanket and water after letting everyone know that you were safe. Still, he is worried about you. Another reason to really … really like him.
Also that he is fun to tease.
“No … for now.”
“For now?!” he almost screams and you laugh a little.
“I am kidding! I still have some years left on me.”
You smile at him from the berth.
“By Primus, what am I going to do with you?” he rolls his eyes as he approaches you. He is genuinely interested in the way human biology works. Anatomy has always been fascinating too. But he is not as knowledgeable as he would like to be. But truly he doesn’t have time to learn.
“You can just pamper me during these days,” you say. “Chocolate helps.”
Ratchet takes a long look at you. And he can’t help but feel guilty. It doesn’t matter if he doesn’t have time. He only recharges for a couple of hours a day but he should take that time to study your anatomy. Maybe that way he can learn to make your condition better.
“Isn’t there a more durable solution to your problem?”
“Getting rid of my period?” you ask him and suddenly you give him a little mischievous smirk. “Not really unless you want to give me a sparkling.”
“A spark–spark–sparkling?!”
Oh, how much he hates to stumble on his words.
But how much you love it.
“How does that have anything to do with this?!”
“I have my period every month because I don’t have a baby on my belly,” you tap your stomach delicately. His expression was everything to you. You wonder for how long you can keep teasing him. “If I get sparked my period will go away for nine months.”
“Only for nine months?” he asks, pretending to not care. “After that what do you do? Get you sparked again?”
“Ah, so you do want to spark me?”
“Ugh!” Ratchet turns around, not facing you. Everything but allow you to see him embarrassed. “That’s not what I mean!”
“Fine, fine, if it's not you, it will be someone else.”
He turns around. His embarrassment gone, now there was only pure anger.
“No. I will not allow it—”
Suddenly, you hold onto your stomach and there’s a painful look on your face.
“Sorry, cramps.”
The medic sighed heavily. Letting the topic go. Glad that you won’t tease him anymore. But seeing you in pain? That’s something he can’t stand to look at. He much preferred the teasing.
“I’ll make you something warm,” he says. “Just stay here and rest.”
“Have I told you how much I love you?” you tell him, your heart warm at his gentle acts. “Would you please marry me?”
“Ugh! You are impossible to talk to!” Ratchet walks towards the door, ready to leave. “Good-bye!”
“Adios, my beloved!” you scream, loud enough for him to hear you. “I’ll wait for you forever!”
Ratchet could only close the door behind him.
And in his privacy, he slowly falls to his knees. Covering his face.
It was so embarrassing. He couldn’t deny that by the way his blue bush covered his entire faceplate.
And the worst part? Is that he liked it.
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A/N: Mmmm this was kinda bad sorry. Thank you for reading.
AU: In Cybertron, there are ‘Special’ clubs where Cybertronians can go and enjoy some human company. Some human escorts have become so popular that they have recurring and powerful clients. Other humans even become as popular as celebrities. Across Cybertron, this is widely accepted. However, some bots still see interspecies interfacing and attraction as deeply taboo.
Starscream was one of them. Until he met you.
Starscream x Fem Reader. 2k words. TW: Suggestive stuff, kinda spicy. Starscream is obsessed. Will get over it idk. I don't proof read
Unlike You.
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If he could freeze time he would.
These were improper thoughts. Ones that no Cybertronian in the right mind could ever feel.
He had already succumbed to his shameful desires before. You had seduced him to your bed before.
An incredible place. The closest thing to paradise if there’s one.
No words were needed that night. It was an enchanting gaze. One that bewitched him and made the great Starscream whisper your name in need.
Ever since he can’t stop thinking about that night. The caresses, the touches, the gentle moans and endless pleasure.
The worst part about it? It was all a damn dream.
He looks across the room and finds you.
Flirting with another mech. Fluttering your lashes and smiling. You gently caress his arm and he just knows that if you wanted, you could have that mech kissing your feet.
“So what do you think? Do I have a chance with her? Yes? No?”
Thundercracker took him to this place often. Starscream pretends to complain but deep down he wants to come here every night just to see you. Of course no one could know that he came here of his own accord. So he only comes whenever Thundercracker has the time to bother him enough to come. That is once or twice every two weeks.
“No,” Starscream said as he saw you grab the mech by the servo and drag him across the dance floor.
Thundercracker sighs, his optics set on the floor. “You are right. Rich and powerful mechs court her all the time … What chance do I have?”
A lady passed by their table and Thundercracker gently called for her attention.
“Sorry Miss, could we have extra processed energon?”
The lady greeted him with a smile and it only became bigger when he recognized the blue skeer.
“Oh, but I know you! Our dear Sweetcherry talks about you all the time!”
Humans never used their real name in Cybertron. It was an extra layer of protection. After their shift was done and they headed back to Earth, no mech would have any type of information to trace them back to their home planet.
Names were usually given after a reputation was built. A name was given only to those Cybertronians the humans really trusted. An act of intimacy.
Sweetcherry, the name, was given to her due to her red hair and sweet voice.
“Her shift hasn’t started yet, her Speedlight Transport got delayed but she should be here soon.”
“She—She– talks to me about you? Are they good things?”
Starscream heard some talking going on between Thundercracker and some human girl.
But he really couldn’t care less.
His optics were on you and the awkward dancing of the Cybertronian trying to court you. Dancing was not a traditional custom in Cybertron. It was something the humans shared with them and became popular over time.
It was … sensual. The hip movements. The flirty looks and addictive scent.
The mech dancing with you was slowly getting close to you. It bothered Starscream deeply. He could tell he wanted to put his servos on your hips and drag you closer to his body.
He can’t allow that. No.
“What about you, handsome? I can get you some drinks in the house as well.”
Ladies would talk to him often. But he usually ignores them.
“Ah, I see. Interested in our Redstar? She’s been staying exclusive for a while, no mech is good enough for her it seems. Even when she has a bunch of proposals.”
But this was something Starscream wanted to know.
“Nah,” Thundercracker said. “Star is not interested in anyone—-”
Starscream didn’t part optics away from you but decided to get more information.
“How many?” Starscream asked. The urge to take you away from that mech growing more intensely. “Are they from upper castes?”
“Wouldn’t you like to know Star-boy?” the lady said. “Maybe next time don’t ignore a woman when she is talking to you.”
She left with a cocky smile on her face. Walking by as other mechs begged for her attention.
“Wait, you actually like Redstar?” to Thundercracker, this was good news. Strange but good. He had never known Starscream to like someone. Let alone, show clear interest. Except for that time, with that mech ….
“Never said that,” Starscream said. “She’s just … interesting.”
“But that’s the thing! You never find anyone interesting! And like how did it even happen? You’ve never even talked to her—”
To his words, Starscream breaks his gaze on you. Only to finally look at Thundercracker.
Red lights were predominant in the club. So much that Thundercracker’s bright blue plating was not distinguishable.
“I just do. Alright? It's just a weird feeling and I can’t get rid of it.”
He didn’t look so different from him now. Maybe that’s why you’ve never come to talk to him. Nor even glanced at him. He needs to be different. Stand out. Do something.
“But you? Starscream, I never thought I would see the day you would fall in love with a bot much less a human!” Thurdercracker got closer to him as another server delivered their drinks.
“I am not in love! Do not confuse it! I only desire the pleasure she can bring me.”
“I see,” the blue seeker said. “So you don’t mind her making out with that mech on the dance floor?”
His faceplate has never turned so quickly. He knew some of his cables probably ripped due to the movement. But at the moment, he didn’t care.
The only thing that mattered is ripping the helm of the mech who dared laid a servo on you. But before he could stand up, Thundercracker quickly sat him down again on his seat.
“Do not dare to make a tantrum! I am not taking any risks! If I lose my privilege to see Sweetcherry because of you, I’ll never forgive you!”
Starscream watched as your hands wrapped around the neck of the mech. Your hands softly caressing the back. His body is bent to be able to kiss you and the position looks so awkward. Only stupid mechs would do that. Only very, very, very stupid mechs would put themselves in such an embarrassing position. Kissing a human, just a stupid joke.
And yet, at that moment he wanted to be a jester.
But his processor told him not to. Not only that but he also couldn’t drag Thundercracker into this. The blue seeker shouldn’t pay for his mistakes.
But he also couldn’t stand watching this any longer.
“You stay, I’ll go for a flight.”
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The flight was long. But after he decided to walk.
Why? He wasn’t completely sure. He always preferred to fly. But sometimes, he liked looking up at the tall buildings of Cybertron.
Each one of them is a marvelous piece of work. Intricate and beautiful and some of them covered in green things that Starscream did not particularly like.
Due to the Cybertron-Earth international relationships, Earth gave Cybertron, one of the universe’ rarest materials. Trees. Abundant on Earth, extremely rare in the rest of the universe.
Trees created something called ‘Oxygen’ that allowed humans to breathe.
Now they can walk freely around the streets of Cybertron. Well, certain streets. Their safety was first so some streets were made solemnly just for humans to walk around without being afraid of getting stumped by giant Cybertronians. Now he can’t enter some places.
And the places he can? He has to mass-displace. Using precious and expensive energon to simply go to the Seekers Headquarters. All just so he doesn’t step on some squishies.
“When did we become so obsessed with these … squishies?” Starscream thought. “Now our whole society … revolves on making our planet comfortable for them.”
He doesn’t hate it. He just misses the old Cybertron. He misses being able to fly around freely. Now he has curfews because humans use their human-planes to fly around cybertron. Their planes are small. Nothing compared to the size of a seeker. It's dangerous if a seeker and a human-plane were to fly in the same area. Seekers fly as they please, there’s no autopilot. They make turns, tricks and all kinds of movements when flying. They do not pay attention if they crash into a small human-plane, mostly because they wouldn’t even feel the impact.
And humans flying inside Cybertronians with airplane modes was absolutely out of the question. That was an extremely intimate act, reversed for sparkmates.
Now he is forced to fly two hours a day. And to seeker … That’s torture.
If he could, he would just ban every human from entering Cybertron. If the Cybertronians like humans so much then they should just go to Earth with them.
Those are his thoughts. More reason why he can’t believe he has a weird infatuation for you.
He should hate you, despise you. So why? Why is you the only thing he can thinking of—
“It's a beautiful sight isn’t it?”
He froze. He looks down.
“We don’t have views like this on Earth. Just endless oceans and skies.”
He can’t speak.
“Actually, your alt-mode is a plane right? You would love Earth, plenty of room for you to fly around. No upside-down skyscrapers hanging from the sky to be aware of.”
And then, suddenly, he can.
“Well, I like the skyscrapers.”
That was you.
And his words came out more harsh than he expected.
“I see. Well, they are beautiful.”
Starscream looks at you and he can’t believe you actually spoke to him. And he can’t believe he is talking about fucking buildings. They are marvelous but you are here and they cannot compare to you.
“I know,” he said, his gaze heavy on you. “I know.”
“Alright?”
Again. It sounded harsh.
“Anyways, um, I gotta go. I don’t want to miss the last Lightspeed Transport to Earth,” you said. Starting to walk away. “Nice talking to you. Goodnight.”
“Say something. Say something you stupid piece of shit. Say something. Anything. This is your chance. Take it. Say. Something. You idiot.”
“My name is Starscream!”
He yelled at the top of his lungs. He immediately looks away. Embarrassed. Not daring to look at you. Purely out of embarrassments. Are you scared of him now?
“You are … fragile and small.”
“.... I know?”
He doesn’t know if he should simply shut up. To simply give up and let you go. But that’s not like him.
“I shall escort you to the Speedlight Transport,” he said. “It’s late. You might need protection.”
“From stalking bots like you?” you ask sarcastically. “I recognized you from the club. Sorry, I didn’t tell you earlier. I was just curious about you … you didn’t seem like you were enjoying yourself earlier. Thought you might I don’t know, might do something not safe and—”
Starscream couldn’t believe it. Were you … worried about him? A complete stranger? That’s why you approached him? Or was it a simple coincidence?
He let out a small laugh and looked away. The irony of all of this. It was stupid.
“Is there something funny?”
“No, pardon me. I find it amusing that a little creature like yourself worries about someone 20 times your size. It's fascinating,” he said. “As it is stupid.”
“Oh, well then! Sorry to bother you with my stupidity,” you immediately turned around and began to walk away from him. Faster this time. “I’ll make sure it never happens again!”
“Wait, I didn’t mean it like that—”
He walks towards you, a servo extending to stop you but then you face gim again. Your fierce gaze makes him stop on his tracks.
“Goodbye, Starscream.”
And you walk away.
Leaving him alone with his very, very, very complicated feelings.
He wants to fall to his knees and scream. But that would be humiliating. He will never do something like that for anyone. Especially a human. You should be obsessed with him and may be over time, he will accomplish just that.
But for now, he will simply keep his thoughts to himself.
“She said my name!”
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A.N: ****Speedlight Transports are basically trains that go into a Spacebridge that takes humans instantly to Earth.
Starscream doesn’t love the reader but has an infatuation with her. He finds her pretty so he simply doesn’t know how to deal with those feelings of finding someone attractive. He will adore her later on …. That’s if I feel like writing more lol
Summary: After drinking too much, you and Optimus hook up.
Optimus Prime x Female Reader. 1.2k words.
TW: Suggestive content. Hook up mentions. UGGGH idk. Just read y'all lol I don't proof read.
Love by Accident
Litters of oil and hard liquor later …
You found yourself in the arms of the Prime. He was completely asleep. Or ‘recharging’ as they call it.
Not believing your situation, you look up to him. Optics close and his faceplate has an expression of complete peace … and bliss. He even had a faint blue blush in his metal.
Looking under the covers, you were completely naked. It wasn’t much of a surprise. Afterall, you could feel your warm body against his cold metal. It felt nice but your biggest concern right now was to figure out a way to get out without awaking Optimus.
He was mass displaced but still a good eight to nine feet tall. Maybe more. His right hand wrapped around you and just now you notice how comically it was for him to try and cover himself in a human-size blanket.
Alright, first thing first. Locate your clothes. On the floor, to your right.
Second, locate personal belongings. Phone and purse on desk.
Third, get a pillow to act as robot-bait. Thankfully there’s one next to you.
Swap the pillow, get dressed, grab personal belongings and get out.
The first step was easy. For a Prime, the weight of a human and a pillow wasn’t much different.
Standing up and walking to your clothes was the complicated part.
You knew you had fucked up the moment you saw pink fluid drip from under you. Leaving a trail down your leg. You couldn’t control it. You look around to try and spot paper but there was nothing.
The Prime sighed loudly. You didn’t have enough time before he waked up.
With that in mind, you decided you will be smelling of robot transfluid until you get home to shower.
Each step you took was delicate. You noticed the empty oil cans and the excessive amount of alcohol you had.
And the result of that?
Having unprotected sex with a giant robot.
After getting dressed, you take your belongings and head for the door. It hurts to walk.
But the pain doesn't matter right now.
All that matters is leaving his room, getting to your car, getting home and showering.
And that’s exactly what you did.
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RATCHET: If you don’t come this instant and talk to Optimus, I’ll genuinely go and grab you myself. I am not joking.
Receiving texts from Ratchet was a strange occurrence. It never happened unless something was seriously wrong.
YOU: I have a lot of work. Sorry I haven’t visited. I have a lot of exams to grade and that takes lots of my time. I’ll make sure to text everyone I am doing fine! No Decepticons in my life.
It wasn’t a complete lie. Being a teacher took a lot of your time. Reading essays, grading them, preparing books to read, making fun activities, buying supplies—
RATCHET: Oh, but you had time to INTERFACE WITH THE LEADER OF THE AUTOBOTS?!!!”
You really can’t believe this is the first text you read during a Saturday morning but here you are.
YOU: Interface?
You text back and pretend to play the fool as your eyes adjust to the sunlight coming from the window.
RATCHET: Do not play the fool. Optimus smelled like you for an entire week before I forced him to go to the washracks.
YOU: … Ew? A whole week? I showered right after.
RATCHET: UGH DON’T YOU KNOW ANYTHING? ITS A SIGN OF AFFECTION BETWEEN CYBERTRONIANS YOU DUMBASS! TO SHOW A BOT IS TAKEN AND—ACTUALLY WHATEVER JUST GET HERE. NOW.
You thought of the possibilities.
Really, what could be worse? You could just hide for a couple of more weeks … months just to be safe. That way it gives Optimus time to forget about the whole situation and just laugh it off.
RATCHET: I am not kidding, (Reader) I also need to take a few medical tests. I don’t know if transfluid is harmful to humans.
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Before heading out to base, you texted Fowler to make sure Optimus wasn’t at the hangar. To your luck, he had just gone on an energon scouting mission.
Your embarrassment was huge but you also didn’t want to die because of it. You thought that this could be easy. Just go, get tested by Ratchet and then call it a day. No need to see Optimus at all.
“So, for how long did you two interface?”
But the questions, oh, the questions … You were not ready for that.
“Are the questions really necessary?” you ask him as Ratchet draws out blood from your arm.
“Do you really think I want to be asking you this?”
Ratchet raises his voice and you realize that this is probably so embarrassing to him as it is to you.
The medical berth was uncomfortable. Large but ridge. Your back still hurts and you want to move. But moving wasn’t an option, especially when blood was coming out of your arm.
“I um, I don’t know if I am being honest. I just remember Optimus asking if he ummm could overload inside and I told him he could do whatever he wanted,” you said so fast that you wished Ratchet didn’t hear you. But his expression of disgust tells you that he heard every single word.
“By Primus,” Ratchet sighed as he took the needle out of your arm. “Look, you two did nothing wrong, I think … I just wished you two had thought about it better. There’s two possibilities. Either human bodies are compatible with Cybertronians or they are not. Both options can be complicated to treat.”
Ratchet was right. But the drinks were too much. The flirting and touches were something the two of you needed. It was just a one-night stand. That’s all it was. That’s all what it was supposed to be. You were embarrassed, yes, but you didn’t regret it. You just hoped Optimus didn’t either.
“Did Optimus … regret it?” You ask as Ratchet gently placed a band-aid on your arm to stop the small bleeding. He was so gentle, you thought the act was very cute. “Did he tell you about it—”
“Regret? I’ve never seen that mech so happy before! He even cooked! He looked up recipes and asked the kids to help him prepare human food for you!” Ratchet keeps talking as he takes your blood sample and puts it inside a machine. A machine you didn't know what functioned for.
“He made an entire feast and waited and waited but—”
Ratchet stops himself. He was talking too much. He didn’t want to cause you trouble nor hurt your feelings. But then he thinks about Optimus, about how sad he looked when you never showed up at the base. Nor the next day nor the following. Not even a text, nothing. You just decided to pretend nothing happened.
“But? You ask.
“But you never came,” he finally said. “That’s when I realized that maybe Optimus had gotten the wrong idea.”
With each word, it breaks your heart.
“He wants you … like seriously,” Ratchet says and then sighs. “I think he is just sad that you don’t feel the same way.”
“But I—”
But before you explain yourself, something beeped in Ratchet’s gigantic monitor screen.
Summary: Orion Pax has been your personal Knight, swore to you since you were 20. Years pass and you natively fall in love with him. On your 25th birthday, you discover the truth … Orion is actually Optimus, one of the 13 Primes and he only accepted to be your personal guard to be close to your evil step sister. Optimus loves her, not you.
MEDIEVAL-CYBERTRONIAN AU: Cybertronians landed on Earth many years ago and integrated themselves in human society, eventually gaining status and power. They are an equal to humans and romantic relationships with Cybertronians (although rare and most of the time reserved only for the high class) are accepted by society. Most noble families wish for their sons/daughters to marry a Cybertronian. But most Cybertronians are secluded and Sparkmate each other. More will be explained in the story.
The Last Knight Optimus x Female Reader (Maybe Megatron x Reader later)
2.5k words. Arranged Marriage/ Knight & Princess? Idk just read it yall!
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The Meeting
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You cried your heart out.
Your eyes, red and swollen. Your face bloated.
It took you a couple of hours to get rid of the signs of your embarrassment.
After that you put on armor and headed out for the night.
It was your first time wearing one.
It was rather uncomfortable but Arcee was kind enough to lent you one from her House so you didn’t complain.
It had some Cybertronian letters on it.
You were taught how to read it from a young age. Many noble houses do. But like all languages, it was a living thing. Older Cybertronian was way different from modern and simplified Cybertronian.
And this? It was extremely ancient.
“No one has ever seen Lord Megatron. Except for a couple of people. Mostly Primes.”
Arcee and you walked through the corridors of the castle to get to the dance room.
“I am guessing it's not going to be easy to spot him?” you ask as you arrive at the two enormous doors in front of you.
They are tall enough that a cybertronian of any size will be able to fit.
It was back in the day when it was acceptable for Cybertronians to walk around freely in their regular size.
Now they are used to mass-shifting.
“Probably but that doesn’t matter,” Arcee said with a smile. “All that matters is that all cybertronians will have their optics on you.”
“Yeah, looking a bit hectic. At least I am aware no man or bot will look my way.”
You look down at your armor. It wasn’t usual but it was beautiful.
“Man maybe not … But cybertronian? Definitely will stare.”
Once again, Arcee smiled as if she knew something that you didn’t.
“...What do you mean by that?”
“Nothing. Just trust me.”
Before you could say anything, the doors opened.
You could hear the music. See the lights of the chandeliers. Beautiful dresses and nice clothes for the men and cybertronians alike.
you were thankful Arcee was there with you.
She’s beautiful enough that you were sure all the attention was toward her.
But the more walked, the more you notice … The Cybertronians were looking at you.
“Arcee, is it me or the cybertronians are gazing at me?”
You asked but when you turned your head to look at her, Arcee wasn’t there.
She was talking to Hot Rod of House Prime.
That was your cue to get out.
You walked to the balcony. A place you knew would be quiet.
It was a cold night. The metal against your body didn’t help to control the feeling.
You hated the fact that you couldn’t escape Orion.
You saw him everywhere. In the stars and moon. His optics are brighter and more beautiful than any constellation in the universe.
Orion … The hunter.
You wonder if he had chosen that name because of the constellation.
“Optimus,” you sighed. It sounded weird to say his real name. It didn’t feel real. None of it. Did.
“Prime?”
You turn to find a cybertronian.
Silver metal plating. His frame has dents and scratches all over. He was tall. Maybe taller than Orion. His presence was worthy and similar to a Prime. Elegant but threatening. His body was pointy and not very welcoming.
“Uh?”
You sounded like an idiot but his beauty was to be marveled at. He must be a lord but you didn’t know him.
Never seen him before in any other dance balls. Maybe he just got bestowed with the title.
“Prime? You are talking about Optimus Prime?” the stranger gets closer to you.
The moonlight shines against his frame.
“No– I,” you stumbled with your words. Feeling ridiculous, mostly because of what you are wearing. “Who are you?”
“That doesn’t matter,” he says. “I am more interested in why you so casually say a Prime’s name.”
You stare at him, not knowing what he was talking about.
“Most will say ‘Lord’ first when talking about a Prime. You didn’t.”
Oh. He is one of those. Cybertronians who care too much about titles and proper names. He was probably old school.
“Are you going to give me courtesy lessons now?”
“I am in no place to do so. Most know me for my lack of manners anyway,” he had a respectable distance from you. Looking down at the balcony he sees guests getting inside the castle.
“But tell me, are you spark bonded to the Prime?”
“Absolutely not.” you say, the simple thought hurting you from the inside. The impossible dream.
“But you wish so?”
You were that obvious?
Forming your hands into fists, you are thankful that he is not looking directly at you. At least to save you the embarrassment.
“I wish to be left alone.”
“No, you don’t” his purple optics finally look at you. Deep and cold. “If you wanted, you would have not dressed like that?”
You didn’t like his tone. His judging gaze. Was dressing in armor a ridiculous idea? Absolutely.
“Excuse me?” you turn to look at him, hoping that your stare was as deadly as his. “What do you mean by that?”
“You must forgive me but the armor?” he looks at you. Up and down before looking back at the balcony. “The short skirt with metal linings in your legs?”
“You are seeking attention.”
Dumbfounded, you slightly open your mouth. You can’t believe this Cybertronian is a lord. Who did he think he is? Doesn’t he know he is talking to nobility?
Probably not by the way you are dressed. But that still doesn't give him the right.
“No respectable lady would wear something like that in front of cybertronians,” he says. “Let me guess, your Lady fancies you and in a desperate attempt to make a good match for you, she made you wear an armor?”
“More like the contrary, I asked my Lady to give me an armor so no man or Cybertronian would dare cross me.”
He raised an eyebrow, looking a bit confused.
“Then you must be more naive than I thought,” he gets closer to you and you back away unknowingly. “Tell me, which Lady do you serve?”
“Lady Arcee’s court.”
“Ah, Hot Rod and Springer’s … Romantic interest.”
“Please put some respect in their names, say Lord.”
He proceeds to look inside the court dance ball.
It was a beautiful sight indeed. Beautiful dresses, people dancing, enchanting music. Yet, he wasn’t drawn to that kind of lifestyle.
“Only men with a fragile ego get offended by not using titles,” he says. “I want to believe Hot Rod and Springer are man enough to not care.”
“And do you care my lord?” you ask, putting your hands on your arms. It was starting to get cold. “Because so far you have not given me the impression of a real man.”
“I am not a man, I am a warrior,” he stands to the side. Becoming a barrier between you and the cold wind. You don’t know if he noticed that you were cold or did that unconsciously.
“I do not ask. I take. I do not negotiate. I conquer. I do not bow down to anyone. I rise,” he didn’t say this in an intimidated manner. Rather just stating facts. “If my person is not of your liking, I simply do not care, my star.”
“That’s not proper language my Lord. It's my starness. Not my star. Maybe you do need some type of education after all.”
Just like males have terms such as ‘Lord’ and ‘Liege,’ females had ‘Lady’ and ‘Starness’
The only difference is who was saying them. Lord and Lady are titles used between nobles. Liege and Starness is for the lower class speaking to nobility.
This lord was strange, he did not know proper titles nor how to use them. Making you believe that maybe he had just gained the title.
Suddenly, you remember. You haven’t been using titles properly with him.
If you want to act like part of the lower class, you have to start speaking like it as well. Although you weren’t certain why you were hiding your nobility. Maybe, deep down and unconsciously, you like the liberty that came with low-birth class. Being someone new. Not forced to marry.
“Ah of course! I should assume someone of your class would have prejudices against those who have less,” he says. “I apologize that my education does not reach your standards but you must understand that growing up, I had none.”
He moves and starts to walk away.
“Have a pleasant rest of your night.”
“Wait,” you say, against your better judgement. You wanted him to leave. Really. He was rude and strange. Yet, your manners wouldn't let you let him go. He was a lord. Weird and off-putting but a Lord.
“I apologize, my Lord. I should not have judged you based on your language. That was rude of me.”
He doesn’t turn around to look at you. You hope he simply nods and lets the whole situation go. Of course, you weren’t that lucky.
“My Liege,” he said. “It’s my Liege. You are of low-birth aren’t you? This is the second time you call me Lord.”
Finally he turns around.
You could see him perfectly for the first time.
By the moon, he was something else. Hard to put into words. He looked roughed. Not the handsome type. He looked like he had been through war. On the battlefield. You could see that. He was crazy enough to be.
Although he wasn’t appealing. He had other beautiful assets. His form was admirable. He looks strong. His stand is elegant. His purple eyes are quite gentle.
He might really be the greatest representation of Cybertronian beauty in the most conventional ways.
“You have offended me. If I wanted I could ask Lady Arcee for your head. But I wouldn’t want to start a war with her House.”
He walks towards you.
“Ugh, I am so angry, I might call an army a slaughter and the entire village.”
“No! Are you insane?” the threat made you snap out of your trance. “I won’t let you! I won’t!”
“And what can you do?” his purple eyes kept your gaze. So strongly, it made you nervous. “What will you do?”
“I’ll—” you look away and say the first thing that comes to mind. “I’ll fight you.”
He blinks a couple of times … before laughing.
His life was not pleasant either but it still brought you joy.
“I am joking. I would kill every single Prime first and then myself then to lay a servo on innocent civilians.”
His frame becomes more relaxed. His threatening aura no longer surrounds him.
“But you have courage,” he said. “I respect that.”
Suddenly, he extends a servo toward you. Offering it.
“I must assume Lady Arcee has taught you the art of dancing?” he asked. “As an apology, please allow me to escort you to the dance floor.”
You wanted to refuse him.
But you didn’t.
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As soon as they arrived at Starlight Castle, Orion took his place as Jazz’s escort.
As your appointed Knight, Orion should be at your side. But you had dismissed him from his duties for the day.
“Enjoy the night. I am aware you and Lord Jazz are friends. You should accompany him. I’ll be with Arcee. There’s no need for you to be with me.”
He didn’t like the tone of your voice when you said it. You sounded sad and defeated. He didn’t want to intrude. You always came to him whenever you were ready to talk.
You’ve been acting differently. More of a drift. Quiet. More to yourself. Orion began to wonder if it was something he had done to insult you?
Of course he did. Had he forgotten so easily?
He had saved Elizabeth instead of you. He failed his duty. He failed you.
“Jazz,” Orion called his best friend who turned around to look at him.
They entered the castle, Orion was greeted by the servants as usual. He knew this place well. Jazz has been here before a couple of times. Everyone knew the friendship between the two was strong.
“My lady likes dancing. If this is indeed my last night serving her … Could you please escort Lady Elizabeth on my behalf? I want to spend time with my Starness before Zeta comes and ends my knightship.”
Jazz stops walking in the middle of the stairs, making Orion do the same. There was a sassy smile on his friend’s faceplate.
“This is your last chance to spend some time with Lady Elizabeth before the Prime-ship is officially bestowed upon you and you decide to spend it with Lady (Reader)?” Jazz asks him.
Tonight, Zeta will announce to everyone that Orion is next in line to become Prime. His knightly duties will be over. He no longer serves House Starlight and he won’t see Elizabeth again. Probably he would be betrothed to the Princess. Move to the capital to be with her.
And all of this will just have been a dream.
“Are you sure you are not in love with (Reader)?”
Orion stays quiet and looks away.
“Elizabeth is my one true love,” he says. “But I am sworn to my Starness. I vowed to the Moon and stars that I would be with her for all of eternity. To serve and protect her. I failed her once and I do not intend to fail her again.”
Jazz simply sighs and gives his friend a small pat on the shoulder plate.
“My friend … May the Universe work in your favor.”
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A/N: Guys …. I can’t do this anymore. I HAVE SO MANY THINGS TO WRITE AND NOT ENOUGH TIME. Y’all are welcome to make your own fanfics out of this btw because I don’t know when will be the next time I update. Mostly because I really want to finish writing The Darkest Hour.
My idea for this fic was basically to have a plot twist.
So, Optimus finds out that Reader will be engaged to Megatron and he can’t allow that so …
Reader ends up marrying Optimus.
Optimus starts to fall for Reader.
But Reader starts to fall for Megatron.
But I am gonna change that if I find out I can’t properly develop it.
I noticed my stuff is getting a wee hard to find, so... uh woe, masterlist be upon ye
Art
Transformers:
° TFA Optimus x reader - Cupping his cheek
° IDW Rung x reader - Model kit building
° TFA Prowl x reader - Cuddle
Delicious in Dungeon:
° Laios x reader- Hand kiss
Writing
Transformers:
° Infelicious - Optimus x reader, medieval AU - Sequel of sorts to @/t-a-a-1's Starcrossed
Delicious in Dungeon:
° "Better luck next time"- Laios x reader. Fluff
° NSFW Alphabet - Laios. (x reader?). NSFW headcanons. Mostly for character analysis
Summary: Starscreams and you spend time together after the Nemesis was taken by the Autobots. He makes a surprising reveal. Not really plot based. Mostly just me drafting ideas for future fics.
IDW Starscream x Female Reader. 2.5k words
Lost Star
“Where is she?”
Starscream asked himself as he hid in the bushes.
You smiled and talked to a man who looked to be around your age. Putting a string behind your ear and looking at the ground, you acted embarrassed.
Was all of that really necessary? The smiles? The pink cheeks? The look in your eyes? Whatever. He shouldn’t care anyways. At some point he didn’t know if you were acting or not.
Both ideas disgusted him.
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You walked a few meters inside the forest. Starscream was exactly where you had left him. Angry and pouting, it was usual to see him like this. Nothing different from how he usually is. Except for one thing. He looked desperate.
“Alright, we can keep going now.”
You said as you carried a few bags in your hands. It was just the essentials. Toothpaste, deodorant, wipes, soap and of course, some food.
“Oh, are you done with your coupling ritual?” Starscream asked with venom in his voice. “Any longer and I would've rusted away.”
Raising an eyebrow when you walk towards him. Your legs are already about to give up from walking so much. Falling in the grass and taking a long nap was very tempting but you had to address him first.
“I am not a fan of flirting with strangers either but I need to steal money some way or another or I won’t have food and I’ll die.”
He rolls his optics, he knows there’s some truth to your words. Yet there’s still annoyance in his faceplate.
“You humans are so …vulnerable. I can’t believe you have to refuel everyday,” he said. “Such a nuisance.”
“And you guys started a war that destroyed your entire planet ,so tell me, who’s the real nuisance?”
Starscream stands up. As tall as the trees covering the entire area. He is trying to intimidate you but you know better than him that he cannot harm you.
“You insolent little shit! I would stomp on you if I could!”
Your legs finally give up and you fall to the ground, welcoming the grass underneath you.
Starscream immediately bends down to look at you. His face is closer to you to inspect you. His expression went from annoyance to concern.
Of course he was worried. He needed you alive so MECH kept part of their deal.
“After this is done, I’ll let you stomp on me.”
You walked for days. With no food or water except from the times it rained. You should be chugging the water bottles that you bought at the gas station. You should be eating those chips and hot gods. But your body gave up on you. Too exhausted, your eyes shut down.
The Autobots had taken the Nemesis. Looking for you. Optimus still believes you are on their side.
It would have been easy to move and hide if Starscream had an automobile form. But he has flight. Planes are too bold. Easy to detect. Especially by the government and the Autobots had their full support.
“Human … are you unwell?”
For a giant robot, he sounds too preoccupied for your well-being. But that’s hopeful thinking. Maybe that is what you want.
It's been a couple of months since you had been in Starscream’s care. There were months in which you believed he had more kinder feelings towards you. But he always proved you wrong. Again and again.
“Hey Star, if I don’t make it out of this one … don’t cry too much for me alright?”
But of course, that didn’t stop you from teasing him.
Starscream vents loudly.
“I’ll dance in your grave.”
You smiled as sleep overtook you.
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Starscream began to panic when you didn’t open your eyes.
It happened way too fast.
You and him had continued the path to the Decepticon meet-up destination.
But he was intercepted by the human military.
Maybe they didn’t see you. Maybe they did and didn’t care.
Artillery, grenades and bombs.
He protected you from each one of them.
But he was the problem.
He held you inside his servo thinking he was protecting you.
But when he felt that you weren’t moving at all, he looked at you. Unresponsive.
And then, it started to rain.
Optimus Prime had arrived late. But he stopped the military from attacking him and you.
“(Y/N)?” Starscream calls your name softly. “(Y/N)!.”
But you didn’t move. You breathe slowly.
And he felt your heart. Weakly beating. He feels it. How your life leaves your body.
“PRIME!” He screams so loud that he felt his voicebox ripped. “Help her! Please, help her!”
Optimus retracted his battle mask and ran towards him.
When he reached him, Starscream gently handed you over to him.
It was a brief moment but Starscream saw the Prime’s face crumble before regaining composure.
Optimus was better at that. He acts on feelings and Optimus on rational thoughts.
He would burn and kill every single human if something happened to you.
Optimus would call one of his subordinates and ask them to take you to the place where humans repair other humans.
And he did.
He watched the Prime gently place you inside the yellow scout. His kindness towards you pains him in his spark.
He thought of all the times when he could have been kinder to you. Those moments flooded through his processor. The first time he met you. The first time he held you in his servo. The first flight together. The talks. The long talks.
Starscream should let you go.
This should be the last time he sees you. He only brings you pain. Only suffering. He should do it. He shouldn’t care.
But then again … That’s something a good guy would do.
And he is absolutely not one.
Starscream didn’t hesitate. He took fast paced steps before his rhythm became imprudent.
He has to see you. He doesn’t care about the humans surrounding him, ready to shoot. He might kill them all. Just step on them like the insignificant creatures they are.
He will do anything to get to you.
Even fight the Prime in front of him.
“Starscream,” Optimus called his name. “It's over.”
It started to rain.
And the only thing separating him from you was the Prime. Pointing his gun at him.
“You will never hurt her again.”
The words escaping from the Optimus’ intake infuriated him. He knew nothing. Optimus probably thinks he was the better choice. As if he was the one for you. Maybe he was.
Another good reason to fight him, to win you over.
He wanted to. Starscream really did.
But he would not win. His best option would be to fly away. The only thing? He doesn’t have much energon left.
“I want to see her.”
“I’ll let you say your goodbyes if you comply with us,” Optimus said.
His blue optics shine even brighter now that the cloudy skies cover the sunlight.
Optimus Prime was terrifying.
The Decepticons were proud at heart. They are not supposed to show fear.
But the story of the Primes was still heard among their ranks. The undefeated. The strong. The slayer. The chosen one.
Everyone feared him. Just as much as they respected him.
And the worst thing of all? Starscream was jealous.
Because he was who he wanted to be.
Instead he is petty. A coward. Arrogant. Self-absord.
And even worse? The Prime had your favor.
Optimus knows that.
“Goodbyes?” Starscreams walks toward Optimus. Not really caring about his pedes getting dirty. A first for him. “I think you are misunderstanding. I wish to keep seeing her.”
“I am afraid that’s not an option anymore. You have brought harm to her. I will not let you hurt her anymore.”
“I am Conjuxed to her.”
Even when there was rain. The silence could be heard.
Optimus’ shocked face brought satisfaction to Starscream. At least he could have that.
“She doesn't know… But we completed the Conjux Ritual.”
That’s not a lie. He didn't know it either. When the last act of devotion was completed, he felt it on his spark.
He went crazy about it. He couldn’t believe it. He didn’t want to. How could he be conjuxed to a human?
But then again … How couldn’t he?
When you showed him kindness even when he didn’t deserve it?
When you were strong at your lowest? When you … simply made him happy by existing.
“I am bonded to her as she is to me.”
“No,” the Prime slowly shakes his head. “No. That’s not—”
“You are too late Prime,” there was venom in Starscream’s voice. “You have to let me stay by her side.”
He is finally face to face with Optimus.
“You know what happens to Conjuxes when they don’t have the other, right?”
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It was hard to breathe.
Your lungs feel on fire.
Your vision is blurry and things did not make sense in your head.
Ugh. You hated hospitals.
“(Reader)?”
You look to the side only to find June.
Her preoccupied face told you everything you needed to know.
“How much time do I have left?”
June sigh. Even at moments like this you still had a sense of humor.
“The fumes used in the battle field were extremely toxic. Your body couldn’t take it and you fainted.”
Still feeling dizzy, you try to straighten up in bed. June helped you as she puts a pillow behind your back.
Nothing except your lungs hurt. That and a few bruises in your body but nothing that you couldn’t handle.
“Starscream?” you asked impulsively. He was the first thing to come to mind when you had one moment of clarity.
“Under military custody. He won’t be able to hurt you anymore.”
Immediately, you put a hand on your chest. Trying to look at the necklace Starscream had given you. Well kind of.
He just threw it your way one day. You saw it and thought it was pretty and made it yours. Never took it off since, it just felt right.
You focused on the window. Trying to look for the red and blue truck that you missed deeply.
Maybe, you can talk to him. Explain to him that Starscream wasn’t so bad at ball.
You agree that he should pay for the crimes he has done before. But you don’t want him to be in a jail cell for the rest of his life and that could be a very long time. You didn’t wish that for him.
“Where is my necklace?” You ask June as you didn’t feel it hanging in your neck.
“Ratchet took it. He said it was some sort of Cybertronian tracking system.”
You turn to look at June. You almost want to laugh at the irony. A GPS system? Is that what Starscream had given you? Maybe, after all, you really were just a pet to him.
“And Optimus?”
“Ratchet forced him to go to the base. Optimus refused to leave the hospital so he was low on Energon. He didn’t want to leave but Ratchet told him that he was going to put you in medical isolation so no one could see you, just medical staff.”
A small smile formed in your lips. You missed him. He must have been worried.
Before your entire body told you to get back to Starscream.
But now your mind was telling you to stay. Even if everything was a lie.
“I want to rest,” you told June as you wrapped the white blanket around you. “Thank you for everything June.”
“Of course, don’t worry. Rest.”
June left as you closed your eyes.
For now, you’ll continue to lie.
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Starscream had his servos tied in the back by using Cybertronian technology.
It was according to the agreement. He would surrender if Prime allowed him to see you.
He was in a military base. Along with the other soldiers surrounding him.
He was waiting anxiously to hear news about you. He needed to know if you were safe. If you had made it out. The only thing calming him was the connection he had with you.
The bond.
But he couldn’t feel you.
Someone must have removed the necklace he gave you.
The idea … He didn’t like it. There was no reason why someone would take it. Maybe a medical procedure had to be done to you.
And thought of your body being cut open.
He had seen it before on television.
The way red liquid comes out of the human body. The skin is stretching and moving.
He can’t imagine that happening to you.
Before his processor can think of that … The Autobot doctor arrives.
Holding the necklace he had made with his own plating.
His spark begins to feel heavy.
Why was he here? Where is Optimus?
“She didn’t make it,” Ratchet lied. “While she was inside your servo … She hit her head and had internal bleeding. She died in the hospital.”
Starscream tilted his helm. Not understanding the words of the medic. Death and you. That didn’t make sense.
“What?” Starscream takes a few steps towards Ratchet. All soldiers made sure he didn’t cross the line. “Where is Prime? I want to talk to him. He needs to do his part of the deal.”
But Ratchet stays quiet. He looks away.
“Why do you think he is not here? Optimus, he— He is too—- He didn’t take the news well. He disappeared. We don’t know when he’ll be back.”
Starscream simply stayed quiet for a few seconds.
“I want to see her. Now,” he said.
“We’ll make preparations so you can say your goodbyes,” Ratchet extended a servo, showing Starscream the necklace he had given you. It represented the bond he had with you.
He couldn’t hold it. But he knew it was his. But the bright plating had now become null. Opaque. Meaning one thing. Its user did not longer exist.
“Even I can’t deny a grieving Conjunx. I am sorry, Starscream.”
The medic closed his servo, enveloping the Conjunx gift with his metal fingers.
He walks away as he feels red optics pierce his back.
“No, you are lying,” Starscream said as he tried to move. But he quickly fell to his knees. His servos still ties behind his back. His pedes tied up together.
This can’t be happening.
No. It can’t.
It must be a lie. They are all lying.
He needs to see you. Now. He needs you. Now. Now. Now
“Where is she?!”
Starscream’s voice was so loud, everyone heard when his voice box almost ripped due to the intensity of it.
Have an draft based off of @t-a-a-1 's medieval au op x reader (Thanks for letting me goof with your setting/fic)
It's a sequel of sorts of their fic Starcrossed I'm just kinda yes-and-ing so you have to read part 1 for this to make sense. Think of it as a part 1.5 of Optimus’ musings before reader wakes up at the tail end of taa1’s fic, because I had the urge to prod at Optimus’ brain in this scenario. Mostly stream of consciousness. I am very much NOT a writer, but here we go!
Fantasy/medieval AU!
UNFINISHED BECAUSE I LOST MOTIVATION BUT WOE, HAVE SOME BULLSHIT
Princess! Reader x Knight! Optimus Prime (kinda one-sided but not really?)
Optimus Prime was no fool.
That slip of his... That conversation you overheard where his identity as the heir to the Prime house was revealed was no accident. It was a mercy, really. To let you know who he was, and that you were not meant to be.
The falseness of Orion Pax's existence, and his spark belonging to another...Letting you know— Speaking with his squire Jazz within your earshot— was the kind thing to do, he mentally insisted. As underhanded as his methods were, it was necessary.
Yes. He was no fool. Then why had his actions been so foolish?—They haunted him.
By shoving his dearest Elizabeth out of harm's way, he had directly put you in danger's path. You. Poor, sweet, unfortunate you.
Warm metal digits dragged slowly over the sheets in an attempt to wrap around your own soft hands.
When had he become so... Self indulgent that he'd allowed harm to befall others? So absurdly taken by the new Princess and the frailty— the purity she radiated, that he forgot that you, his warden- First Princess of the land, needed his protection, too?
His weight shifted as he leaned forward. The chair creaked a warning before fully giving under his frame. He recoiled, flinching away from your bed in horror as he realized he could've hurt you further still.
He knelt at your bedside. Mindful to keep his servos away from you, lest he wound you once more.
He valued you, truly.
Had things gone differently, he could've seen himself taking you as his bride, even if he didn't love you. You could have been partners. After all, you were... Far from unpleasant. Kind, witty. Perhaps a bit too stubborn for your own good as you defied the elders, but he admired your sense of justice. The foundations for a solid bond had been set when you accepted him as your retainer and looked past his lack of experience.
But, just before he could make his peace with the idea of wedding the firstborn princess of the land, he had grown fascinated by your step-sister.
Elizabeth. She was older, but there was a youthful glint to her eye. The realm itself seemed to sing in her ethereal presence. Cunning in a way few seemed to notice. Skilled in the ways of high-society in a manner he was not— Navigating the court with the calculated grace of a warrior.
She was kind. Born to a minor noble house and embraced by the royal family through marriage. She knew struggle and hardship, and perhaps that's why he was more lenient with her than he should have— But upon seeing her bright smile as she took care of your roses, he wanted nothing more to bask in her light for as long as he could.
"My sister is protective of these. I want them to have the treatment they deserve" Elizabeth would explain as she dutifully tended to your roses with a concoction she’d procured. Her voice saccharine, long lashes capturing the light in a way that made his spark constrict. So selfless… He had to give her something of her own. Something she could pour herself into, for her own sake.
His train of thought came to a screeching halt when he felt you stir. Optics cycling before he lowered his helm in shame. He shifted as you took in the room– A heavy weight set against his spark, intake pulled into a taut line.
“My lady … I did not fullfill my duty to protect you—”
“Shut up,” you tell him. “I do not want to hear it.”
Tears pooled in the edges of your organic optics. But, true to your frustratingly stubborn nature, you kept your thoughts to yourself– What happened to that complicity you once shared? Once upon a time you would have scolded him. Now there was an emptiness to your gaze that seemed aimed at him. Always at him. An impregnable wall that you had built while he was not looking.
“If you wish to punish me … I’ll accept anything to wish to rely on me,” Orion said. “But I beg you, do not punish your sister for my lack of discipline.” He knew mentioning your sister was akin to pouring salt in an open wound– He did, truly. But at that moment he found he couldn’t bare the empty look in your eyes. He would prefer to see the ambers of hatred pointed his way, than to see your eyes devoid of life for one more moment.
“Orion,” You said, his alias heavy on your lungs. “Do you care for me? Even if it's just a little?”
The question made his fuel tanks churn, only for his plating to flare after a moment. Indignant. “I will lay my life for you,” But his actions failed to back his words– He grasped at his own helm for an excuse. “If you asked me to, my lady–”
“Then why don’t you act like it?” Your voice surprisingly flat for the weight of your words.
Ah.
You always had possessed a knack for seeing right through him. Maybe that’s why he never could bring himself to love you. Because you would see past Orion, and he was not ready to be known as Optimus.
Have an draft based off of @t-a-a-1 's medieval au op x reader (Thanks for letting me goof with your setting/fic)
It's a sequel of sorts of their fic Starcrossed I'm just kinda yes-and-ing so you have to read part 1 for this to make sense. Think of it as a part 1.5 of Optimus’ musings before reader wakes up at the tail end of taa1’s fic, because I had the urge to prod at Optimus’ brain in this scenario. Mostly stream of consciousness. I am very much NOT a writer, but here we go!
Fantasy/medieval AU!
UNFINISHED BECAUSE I LOST MOTIVATION BUT WOE, HAVE SOME BULLSHIT
Princess! Reader x Knight! Optimus Prime (kinda one-sided but not really?)
Optimus Prime was no fool.
That slip of his... That conversation you overheard where his identity as the heir to the Prime house was revealed was no accident. It was a mercy, really. To let you know who he was, and that you were not meant to be.
The falseness of Orion Pax's existence, and his spark belonging to another...Letting you know— Speaking with his squire Jazz within your earshot— was the kind thing to do, he mentally insisted. As underhanded as his methods were, it was necessary.
Yes. He was no fool. Then why had his actions been so foolish?—They haunted him.
By shoving his dearest Elizabeth out of harm's way, he had directly put you in danger's path. You. Poor, sweet, unfortunate you.
Warm metal digits dragged slowly over the sheets in an attempt to wrap around your own soft hands.
When had he become so... Self indulgent that he'd allowed harm to befall others? So absurdly taken by the new Princess and the frailty— the purity she radiated, that he forgot that you, his warden- First Princess of the land, needed his protection, too?
His weight shifted as he leaned forward. The chair creaked a warning before fully giving under his frame. He recoiled, flinching away from your bed in horror as he realized he could've hurt you further still.
He knelt at your bedside. Mindful to keep his servos away from you, lest he wound you once more.
He valued you, truly.
Had things gone differently, he could've seen himself taking you as his bride, even if he didn't love you. You could have been partners. After all, you were... Far from unpleasant. Kind, witty. Perhaps a bit too stubborn for your own good as you defied the elders, but he admired your sense of justice. The foundations for a solid bond had been set when you accepted him as your retainer and looked past his lack of experience.
But, just before he could make his peace with the idea of wedding the firstborn princess of the land, he had grown fascinated by your step-sister.
Elizabeth. She was older, but there was a youthful glint to her eye. The realm itself seemed to sing in her ethereal presence. Cunning in a way few seemed to notice. Skilled in the ways of high-society in a manner he was not— Navigating the court with the calculated grace of a warrior.
She was kind. Born to a minor noble house and embraced by the royal family through marriage. She knew struggle and hardship, and perhaps that's why he was more lenient with her than he should have— But upon seeing her bright smile as she took care of your roses, he wanted nothing more to bask in her light for as long as he could.
"My sister is protective of these. I want them to have the treatment they deserve" Elizabeth would explain as she dutifully tended to your roses with a concoction she’d procured. Her voice saccharine, long lashes capturing the light in a way that made his spark constrict. So selfless… He had to give her something of her own. Something she could pour herself into, for her own sake.
His train of thought came to a screeching halt when he felt you stir. Optics cycling before he lowered his helm in shame. He shifted as you took in the room– A heavy weight set against his spark, intake pulled into a taut line.
“My lady … I did not fullfill my duty to protect you—”
“Shut up,” you tell him. “I do not want to hear it.”
Tears pooled in the edges of your organic optics. But, true to your frustratingly stubborn nature, you kept your thoughts to yourself– What happened to that complicity you once shared? Once upon a time you would have scolded him. Now there was an emptiness to your gaze that seemed aimed at him. Always at him. An impregnable wall that you had built while he was not looking.
“If you wish to punish me … I’ll accept anything to wish to rely on me,” Orion said. “But I beg you, do not punish your sister for my lack of discipline.” He knew mentioning your sister was akin to pouring salt in an open wound– He did, truly. But at that moment he found he couldn’t bare the empty look in your eyes. He would prefer to see the ambers of hatred pointed his way, than to see your eyes devoid of life for one more moment.
“Orion,” You said, his alias heavy on your lungs. “Do you care for me? Even if it's just a little?”
The question made his fuel tanks churn, only for his plating to flare after a moment. Indignant. “I will lay my life for you,” But his actions failed to back his words– He grasped at his own helm for an excuse. “If you asked me to, my lady–”
“Then why don’t you act like it?” Your voice surprisingly flat for the weight of your words.
Ah.
You always had possessed a knack for seeing right through him. Maybe that’s why he never could bring himself to love you. Because you would see past Orion, and he was not ready to be known as Optimus.
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