Hi 👋 Can I request headcanons for Perceptor from Transformers: Cyberverse with a Cybertronian (gender-neutral) [Romantic] who is a former Decepticon? They defected because they weren't truly evil, just a good person who ended up on the wrong side. They joined the Autobots, and Perceptor eventually fell in love with the reader?
☆ To Trust is To Love — Perceptor x Defected!Reader HCs ☆
Genre: Fluff || they/them pronouns for reader || No warnings needed
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ᯓᡣ𐭩 Ever the attentive skeptic, Perceptor knew you were one that needed to be kept in careful sights. Who knows what you'd do if he let you roam for even a second? It wasn't worth the risk
ᯓᡣ𐭩 The two of you ended up talking for quite a bit due to proximity. You had similar skills, your fields benefited from one another, it only made sense to be co-workers. Perceptor wasn't too happy about it, and wasn't afraid to let it be known
ᯓᡣ𐭩 Despite his tendency to bicker, he was genuinely helpful. His scientific proficiency helped you make great lengths in your own studies, even if he tended to nitpick your methods
ᯓᡣ𐭩 With time, your presence began grating on him less and less. You worked diligently, and put honest effort into everything you did. All of these were things he could admire, and he began softening up his biting comments
ᯓᡣ𐭩 His overtly sophisticated ways of speaking and addressing each situation reminded you of some Decepticon scientists. You told him such, and he inquired if he was better company. Something warm settled in his chassis when you said yes
ᯓᡣ𐭩 What came as a rather significant sign of his attitude changing was when he willingly shared his notes with you. He passed you the datapad, zooming in on what you needed to see. He had been so secretive before, that it wasn't lost on you how much this meant to him
ᯓᡣ𐭩 Short study sessions became long talks far past work hours. Not seeing one another until the next day became drinks and regular hangouts. A cold and reserved scientist had become a softened friend before you knew it
ᯓᡣ𐭩 He knew the very evening where his warmth for you melted into a deeply enamored infatuation. After a night of a shared dinner, you'd fallen into recharge while leaning against him. He gently rubbed your cheek with his thumb, admiring you leaning into his hold. He couldn't remember the last time he saw you with any animosity, and how could he? You're the most precious thing he'd seen in ages