I saw MCB and I have never clicked on a post so fast before oh geez. PLEASE I would pay so much money, if I was not broke, to see your crack fic come to life! Can I pay you in the moths that live in my empty wallet?
Love the idea of the reader unknowingly collecting a huge harem of bot husbands from space and having no clue while they are all VERY obviously pining after them.
🤣 poor reader
Card Captor Harem
Metal Cardbots x Reader
• Hands flexing on your steering wheel as you yawn and try to focus instead of zoning out for the familiar stretch of wooded road, your mind keeps wandering. Rehashing your mess of a work day, your stressed mind unable to let it go. Going over the details like it’s a bruise you can’t help but touch, feeling like a failure and unsure how you ended up where you are. And you startle at the blare of a horn, glancing up at the rearview mirror and the huge truck riding on your bumper. Where’d he come from? Hunching down in your seat since there’s no shoulder to pull over and let him pass without getting into the ditch, you try to ignore him.
• But you can’t stop checking your mirrors, unnerved by the big truck lazily slaloming back and forth like he’s impatient and considering passing even though the narrow road is winding through the trees and he won’t be able to see what’s coming. Maybe he’s drunk? Then you hear the whoop of a siren and spot a cop behind the truck. Not your problem. Anger issues deserves to get pulled over for driving like that. For making you feel guilty like you did something wrong even though you didn’t. And the truck’s horn blares again as he swings into the other lane. Trying to pass you and ignoring the cop.
• There’s nowhere to pull over, to get away from him as you round a curve and he passes you, engine roaring and the cop right on his bumper. Nerves thrumming as you slow down, the cop car clips the dump truck like he’s trying a pit maneuver. And the truck comes apart. Just unfolds and stands up as you slam on the brakes, tires squealing. Staring at a giant, impossible robot where the truck had been. Before the cop car transforms, too and slams into the orange one. And you find yourself gaping dumbly at a giant, robot death match as your survival instincts scream at you to do something besides stare.
• And the orange one staggers back, ped clipping your car to send it rocking and you nearly smack your face on the wheel. That finally breaks through the shock and you’re screaming, clawing at the seatbelt to get it off and promptly falling out of your car sideways. Hear a startled “human,” growled from one of the monsters as you try to escape and somehow your seat belt is wrapped around your ankle. When the orange one bumps your car again, you get dragged behind it, leg in the air and screaming. Can’t breathe for screaming your head off as you kick and flail to get loose while the brawl keeps going.
• Rumbling as he tries to get past Mega Trucker to free the tiny human struggling to get loose, Blue Cop grabs the other mech’s arm and reels back when he gets elbowed in the face. “Stop,” he snarls, unwilling to let go as Mega Trucker stumbles back and pushes the human’s car closer to the ditch as you scream. Venting raggedly as he gets punched in the face, he tenses. Putting his weight into pulling the other mech off balance, but Mega Trucker is much heavier and goes staggering instead.
• Crying in relief when you manage to thrash until your shoe comes off and you’re free, you scramble to your feet and panic. Seeing the big orange one stumbling back toward you. About to fall and flatten you. And you’re frozen, unable to move, to run. Barely able to breathe. And the blue and white one is diving. Big hands clipping you, tumbling you backward into the ditch as he falls flat on the road and the other one falls on him. Hands over your head, mouth full of leaves, you can hear them still hear them fighting as something small, maybe a piece of one of them, comes bouncing to ping off your head while you duck and cover, hyperventilating.
