Hiiii Astrotrain anon here, the one who asked about of you wrote for him,
Can I request like.. a fluffy fic?? Anything works, it's just that he's my favorite, choose whatever version you want I'm just desperate for Astrotrain content.
"Five more minutes"
Hopefully I did him justice! Astrotrain x Reader Fluff. Cw: G-rated comfort.
You didn’t mean to fall asleep.
You’d meant to sit down for a second, only until the hum in your bones stopped from all the Decepticon tech you’d been handling. But the floor of Astrotrain’s shuttle mode was warm. The lights dim. And you tired.
Working alongside massive conscious aliens was no straightforward task, and you'd found yourself at the bottom of the Decepticon scrounge before. Working with Astrotrain had become a daily routine you now took pride in. Seeing him around with his often sour expression and his arms crossed like a sentinel of death was typical. You liked him, though.
You liked him enough to get close to him, to load up cargo into his hold and hang around to bug him when you were on your break and he wasn't. Why he tolerated you anymore was still a mystery, considering the first time you met, he flicked you out of his cargo hold for sticking around too long.
But today was one of those rare days work caught up with you.
His cargo bay wasn't cold, but it wasn't warm either. You crossed your arms behind your knees and curled up to your chest against the two cargo blocks that you’d loaded earlier. Your breath passed your lips, and you had your head tucked against the crook of your arm. Next thing you knew, something shifted beneath you, not gently either. Like the whole shuttle had... sighed?
You cracked one eye open and groaned. “How long was I out?”
“Long enough I considered opening the hatch and letting gravity deal with you.”
Astrotrain’s voice was a low rumble around you, not angry, just gruff in that way he always was. You smiled into the crook of your elbow and stretched like a cat.
“You didn’t, though.”
“Tch.” You could almost hear the eye-roll in his tone. “Lucky for you, someone grounded me for the last hour. Not like I could take off with a meatbag rolling around back here, anyway.”
You sat up, blinking as the shuttle’s walls adjusted to a brighter glow. You’d tucked yourself near a wall panel between two supply crates. Apparently, he hadn’t even bothered to move you.
“How long have I been out?” You asked, brushing the sleep from your face.
“Seventy-three minutes.”
You froze. “Oh. Wow. That’s… a full nap.”
“An unplanned one.”
He sounded irritated. But you knew better by now.
“You could’ve woken me,” you said toward the speaker grid where his voice always seemed loudest.
“Could’ve,” he said. “Didn’t.”
Your smile widened. “You were worried about me.”
“Its hard to worry about someone who drools on the cargo bay floor.”
You gasped in mock offense, swiping at your mouth just in case. “I do not-! Wait, do I?”
A low, amused grumble rumbled through the shuttle’s walls. “Relax. You didn’t. Would’ve dumped you if you had.”
The fondness in his voice made your chest warm. Astrotrain wasn’t exactly known for being cuddly. But you’d flown with him enough times to recognize the version of softness he gave. Fewer pet names, more dry sarcasm. Less gentle pats, more not-yeeting-you-out-of-his-cockpit-when-you-crash-on-his-floor.
Still half-drowsy, you leaned back against the wall with a sleepy sigh. “Five more minutes?”
There was a long pause.
“You’re pushing it.”
“Pretty please?”
Another pause. Then, that same quiet mechanical exhale.
“Five. But if someone walks in and thinks I’ve turned into a taxi service, I’m blaming you.”
You closed your eyes again and grinned. “Deal.”
The lights dimmed slightly, just enough to take the edge off the ceiling glare. The floor beneath you warmed again. Somewhere in the shuttle walls, you felt the faint hiss of a vent shifting to gently circulate air your way.
He wasn’t going to say it.
But you knew.
Earlier...
Astrotrain noticed your silence first. Then the stillness.
At first, he thought maybe you’d passed out from overexertion, humans had a habit of pushing themselves far past their limits. He scanned your vitals through his internal monitors. Heart rate steady. Breathing shallow, but calm.
Asleep.
He stared at you, or rather, stared at the console feed that showed you curled up between two crates in his cargo hold, like some stray cat who’d wandered in and made itself at home.
He should’ve kicked you out.
Should’ve called someone to come collect you.
Should’ve at least flicked the vent system on full blast just to watch you squirm awake.
But instead, he dialed the lights down.
Turned the internal engine hum low.
And locked the outer doors.
You weren’t even wearing full gear, just that beat-up vest and those patchy pants with a tool belt that jangled when you walked. You’d collapsed like someone whose limbs didn’t belong to them anymore, knocked out cold without even asking if it was okay to nap on his floor like he was some kind of mobile hotel.
Astrotrain scoffed under his breath. “Unbelievable.”
And yet... he didn’t move.
Didn’t transform.
Didn’t say a word to disturb you.
Instead, he stood guard. Watched as you shifted once in your sleep and curled in tighter. Watched the little furrow in your brow slowly melt away. Not because he cared (he didn’t, okay?) -but because someone ought to, and the others were off doing who-knows-what.
That didn’t leave a lot of options.
By the time the console blipped a 60-minute timer, he sighed and muttered, “You drool on my floor and we’re gonna have words.”
And despite all his quiet grumbling, he relaxed slightly, making sure you were warm, undisturbed, and cocooned in the dim light of the bay. He didn't like the idea of you waking up startled right now any more than he liked the idea of you drooling on him. Such a shame…
He sighed. Five more minutes, then he'll wake you up. Just... five more minutes.
Sorry we’re on an Astrotrain phase right now, the universe where he’s a baby and one of Kup’s baby boys is too much of a good opportunity to ramble about.
But anyway, someone needs to tell him he’s NOT a baby boy anymore and he is in fact a gigantic grown man.
We got this chart that represents his growth throughout the years.
