Be Still My Beating Spark - TFE Megatron x Cybertronian Femme OC (reunited after the war, romance, conjunx, fluff, sfw)
NSFW Alphabet Optimus Prime
ROTB:
The Perfect Pick-me-up - ROTB Mirage x Female Human Reader (comfort, fluff, sfw, antisocial reader)
New Year's Resolution - ROTB Mirage x Fem Human Reader (New Year’s Party, Drunken Flirting)
Just the Way You Are - ROTB Mirage x Femme Autobot Reader (Insecure reader, self conscious of body, misgendered, comfort, sfw, fluff, confidence BOOST)
TFA:
A Mutually Beneficial Partnership - TFA Swindle x GN Human Reader (Sfw, Deal-making, unforeseen benefits/consequences, Swindle being Swindle)
Ain't I Good to You? - TFA Blitzwing x Female Human Reader (Jazz Singer, Simping, Fluff, Tex Avery-inspired)
The Winning Team - TFA Starscream x Femme Cybertronian Reader (NSFW, Valveplug, seduction, cream pie)
UNSPECIFIED:
Under Pressure - Unknown Continuity Optimus Prime x Megatron x Female Human Reader POLY (Sfw, adhd reader, polyamorous, fluff)
Headcanons:
TFE/TFP Starscream x GN Reader (Showing Affection, NSFW)
TFP Arcee & Ratchet x Female Human Reader (Reactions to reader being hypnotized by Decepticons)
TFP Ratchet & Optimus x Male Human Reader (Reactions to receiving love letter from reader)
TFP Starscream x Female Human Reader (English as a second language, sfw, fluff, slight language barrier)
Fanfics:
When Sparks Fly Part. 1 - TFP Fanfic Bumblebee x Femme Cybertronian OC (Reunited after years, unresolved feelings, romance, adventure)
Gif Collection:
Random:
Why is it always Bumblebee who gets the short end of the stick in movies and shows?
Captured…
Chased down
Fucking killed…
Like why does
i was wondering if u could write a general rotb mirage x fem (or gn ur choice!) human reader fluff oneshot? reader could be a lil antisocial n mirage is the only one that can help her feel better after a long day around people from work/school. i see a lot more mirage nsfw then fluff n i could use the comfort </3
Apologies for the delay, but finally finished your request. I hope it brings you the comfort I'm sure you both need and deserve <3
The Perfect Pick-me-up
ROTB Mirage x Female Human Reader
Warnings: None
Word Count: 1500+
It had been an exhausting day for (Y/N). You had started your day by waking up at 5am, before heading to college to begin 8 hours of listening to lectures, taking notes, and struggling to find the will to live through this day. Despite multiple cups of coffee, you were absolutely drained of energy. The only thing that gave you the drive to push through was knowing you had a rendezvous with a certain Porsche that evening. Mirage had enough energy for the two of you, and it was hard to believe that he never seemed to get tired. The two of you had met a few months back...
*Flashback*
You had been walking home from an internet cafe a few blocks from your apartment, drained after working tirelessly on an essay. In your exhausted haze, you failed to notice a shifty stranger step out from the shadows, grabbing you by your shoulders and pressing a knife to your throat. Before the man could say or do anything else, the sound of engine-revving and tire-squealing pierced the night air.
A silver and blue Porsche Carrera barreled down the street towards you and your assailant. At first it seemed as if the car would plow right through you, but instead it screeched to a halt and transformed into a tall blue robot. “Hey! Hands off the lady!” Mirage quickly approached you, causing the would-be mugger to run for the hills. “Yeah! That’s what I thought, tough guy!” Mirage glared in the direction of the mugger before turning his attention towards you, “You okay, sweetcheeks? That slimy jerk didn’t hurt ya, did he?” Mirage looked you over briefly with his vibrant blue optics, checking for any obvious injuries. “Well you look alright to me. Name’s Mirage by the way.” He flashed a cheeky grin and posed. “Oh um… my name’s (Y/N),” you stammered. “(Y/N)! That’s a great name. Suits you too.” He winked at you, “You uh… need a ride home? My treat.”
*Back to Today*
Despite your exhaustion, you found the energy to make the trek back towards your home. You took the bus to your favorite internet cafe, the same one you had been walking back from the day you first met Mirage. You waited inside the cafe for a short while before hearing the familiar sounds of an engine revving and a series of horn honks. Exiting the building, you walked towards Mirage as he pulled up to the curb. The driver’s side door popped open, “Your chariot awaits, milady.” Mirage had a smug tone in his voice, clearly pleased with himself. You rolled your eyes before climbing inside the driver’s cab, the door closing behind you. Mirage started his engine before peeling out of the spot and heading onto the streets.
“So how was school? Did you crush your statistics exam? Maybe cheated off someone else’s work? HA! Just kidding, I know you aced it on your own.” Mirage asked energetically, his mouth running a mile a minute. Don’t get it wrong, you enjoyed Mirage’s presence and enthusiasm, but you didn’t say much as you were simply burnt out from the day and weren’t feeling particularly chatty. After driving for a while, Mirage noticed how quiet you were and slowly pulled over on a quiet side street. “Hey (Y/N), are you feeling okay? I’m sorry if I kinda talked your ears off.” His voice was soft and full of concern. You paused and tried to shake any concern Mirage had, “Oh, no I’m fine. Sorry… I’m just a bit worn out from today.”
Mirage had known you for a long time now, and even he knew when it was time to shut up and focus on your needs. “Heyyy don’t be sorry, (Y/N), you’ve had a hard day” the Autobot paused before an idea flashed through his mind, “I think I know the perfect pick-me-up.” Mirage restarted his engine and began driving. You weren’t quite sure what he had up his sleeve, but you knew Mirage always had the best intentions. The drive was quiet, Mirage merging onto the highway and driving towards a secluded area near the edge of the harbor.
The sun was beginning to set over the water as Mirage came to a stop and parked. “Mirage, why did you bring me here?’ You asked, tired but still curious as to the Autobot’s intentions. “(Y/N), I know when you’ve had a stressful day. And I just wanted to take you somewhere nice and ya know… maybe just have a moment to ourselves,” Mirage spoke softly before opening the driver’s side door to allow you to exit. After you exited Mirage’s cab, he transformed into his Cybertronian form and slowly knelt in front of you, his bright blue optics leveling with yours. “You know I’m always down to listen to you, right? I know I may come off as 1.5 tons of sexy muscle, but I’ve got a soft spark too” he flashed a quick wink at you before noticing your body language, and reeled in the charismatic charm. Mirage sighed before turning his face away in embarrassment, “Sorry, (Y/N).” The Autobot shifts his frame to sit beside you, both of you facing the harbor and the view of the sun slowly sinking towards the water.
You had wondered why Mirage had brought you to this location, hypothesizing it was probably the seclusion, being an area he could comfortably transform and not worry about being spotted by other humans. “It’s okay, Mirage. I can tell you’re just trying to cheer me up” you said with a tired but kind tone, “It’s just been a day and I’m burnt out” You sat on a patch of nearby grass and pulled your legs to your chest, looking down into nothingness. You were surprised at the sudden gentle touch of Mirage’s servo on your shoulder. Before you could turn to look at him, you felt yourself lifted slowly into the air, before finding yourself pulled against Mirage’s chest in a hug.
Mirage’s arms cradled your small human body in his, drinking in your warmth against his metal chassis, “Sorry if I’m overstepping but I can tell you need this.” There were so many thoughts and emotions going through Mirage’s mind at that moment. He was overjoyed to have you all to himself and so close to him, but also had a pit in his gut that you would reject his attempts to comfort you. Primus, it would be so much easier if he could just punch whatever was making you feel so down. Mirage knew a lot about human pop culture and music, but the complicated social life and emotional tolls of everyday human life were a little harder for him to understand. He knew you didn’t have many friends and preferred to keep to yourself. It boosted Mirage’s ego to know that he was your closest friend, and both of you trusted each other completely.
All of the Autobot’s thoughts ceased as he felt you press your cheek against his chassis, his optics growing wide as he looked down at you. “Thanks Mirage,” you spoke softly as you looked up into his optics. “It’s been a hard week. Midterms have been kicking my ass and I can’t stand this one group project. It’s just… not my thing, you know?” Mirage gently rubbed your back with one of his digits, “Hey, I get it. I’m not the best at working in a team either, as I tend to steal the spotlight.”
You couldn’t help but chuckle as Mirage’s had that charming, shit-eating grin on his face. “Why did you take us here anyway? Not that I’m complaining,” you asked, your eyebrow lifting inquisitively. Mirage slowly sat up, taking care to support you, holding you in one of his servos before setting you on his shoulder. The view before you was of the New York Harbor, the glow of the sunset reflecting off the water’s surface. The sky looked aflame with gradient tones of gold, orange, and deep crimson, and the colors shone through the tall outline of the city skyscrapers.
“Honestly, I was driving through this area by mistake and then I saw this view… It was so stunning and vibrant and warm… and it reminded me of you.” Mirage’s expression was soft and kind of vulnerable, something not often observed of the usually confident Autobot mech. Mirage felt a surge of embarrassment and couldn’t meet your gaze, “Sorry, that must’ve sounded so cheesy…” The young mech froze when he felt you lean against him, settling your head in the crook of his neck. “No, it was cute” you said softly, a content smile playing on your lips. Mirage’s expression softened and a smile crept back to his face, “Well then, I’ll try to come up with more cheesy compliments from here on out.”
The two of you sat there watching the glow of the sunset as time went by. Few words were said after this point, but they weren’t needed. Just sharing each other’s company spoke volumes…
*End*
Again, so sorry for the delay. I truly hope this brings you comfort and joy. :)
I finally kicked myself into gear and now I'm ready for new requests! Remember I do both SFW & NSFW requests. So if you aren't sure if I'll write something, just DM me, I don't bite I swear :)
One-Shots: Character x Reader & Character x OC (human or Cybertronian for Reader)
One-off Fanfics &/or Series
Occasional Headcanons
SFW, Fluff, Angst, potential multi-parts, NSFW (For certain characters as some I just don't feel comfortable writing for), Kinks (ask if unsure it'll be accepted), Poly-am/threesomes are good as long as they follow the guidelines below
What I DON'T Write:
The usual offenders: Non-con/rape (coercion is questionable on circumstances), no minors/underage characters, gore, abuse (mental or physical), self-harm/su*cide... Just don't be creepy ppl, okay?
Guidelines for Requesting:
Must be 18+ to submit any requests
Try to avoid characters with little-to-no screen-time (otherwise my brain can't write)
Please keep story elements fairly simple (for ease of writing/creative-freedom). Exceptions will apply if I really really want to embellish an idea (you can always message me)
TFA Sentinel (I know, but I'm sorry he's a tad douchy to me. No hate.)
TFE (ANY of the Terrans - They are children for Primus' sake)
No Canon Human Characters at all (For reasons)
Lastly:
I am new to taking requests such as this, so I will only have 5 to 10 openings at a time. Upon accepting my first request, I will post updates on the filled/unfilled slots as I do have a day-job 🙄and will do my best to crank them out.
Any requests I get will be regarded with the utmost respect and dignity, and I will work swiftly.
Takes Place Mid-Season 2 of Transformers Prime shortly after Episode 18.
Side Note: Italics = A character’s inner thoughts.
In the vast expanse of space, everything was dark, except for the small twinkling lights produced from the surrounding stars. Cruising through the never ending galaxy was a small metal pod, an ion trail produced from small thrusters. Inside this small vessel was a lone Cybertronian femme. She had been in stasis for who knows how long and just now, the lights inside the pod began to turn on, illuminating her ruby-colored frame. She had a petite build for a Cybertronian, leaving plenty of room around her in the pod. A soft hissing could be heard as the life support systems brought her out of stasis. Her optics slowly fluttered open, revealing their pastel blue color. As she came to, everything around was hazy and she couldn’t make out her surroundings. Just as things started to come into focus, bright lights suddenly began flashing around her. As she continued to acclimate, her audio receptors began to hear a deafening alarm blare through the speakers. Primus it’s so loud in here. —wait.. The small femme shot up suddenly realizing the obnoxiously loud sound was an emergency alarm. Her optics looked around at the screens which flashed text: POD STABILITY COMPROMISED. ENTERING PLANETARY ATMOSPHERE. Memories quickly flooded back as she remembered that she was in an escape pod, one she had commandeered from scavengers whom had plucked you from your heavily damaged ship prior.
Oh scrap, I’m going to crash! She quickly strapped herself into the safety restraints as the text on the screens changed to numbers. Numbers which started counting down. TIME UNTIL COLLISION: 10… 9… 8… The moments flew by swiftly, terror gripping the small femme. The countdown continued to its end: 3… 2… 1…… Shutting her optics tightly, she prayed to Primus for safety before her pod made impact with the planet’s surface. Everything went dark.
Inside the Autobot Base…
By all accounts it was an average day at the base. School was out, and Miko and Raph were racing each other on the video game console, while Bumblebee and Smokescreen cheered them on. While Jack was helping Arcee adjust a few specs. The rest of the Autobots were for the most part, just hanging out. Ratchet as usual, the constant busybody on the monitor. The peace would soon be disrupted by an alert on the monitor, quickly garnering the attention of everyone. Optimus stoically approached the monitor to get a closer look, “Ratchet, what is wrong?” Raph turned his attention away from the video game, “Is it another relic?!” The Autobot medic shook his helm as he studied the data on the screen. “It appears that a foreign object of considerable size has entered our atmosphere. ….By the signal I would say it’s… cybertronian in origin. But I don’t see any markers determining if it is Autobot… or Decepticon,” Ratchet narrows his gaze.
Optimus stepped forward and addressed the others, “Despite the risk, we should investigate in case there is an Autobot in need.” Ratchet plugged in the coordinates and opened the groundbridge accordingly, “I will be ready in case medical assistance is needed. Be careful everyone.” The Autobots entered the groundbridge without a moment to waste. As they exited the groundbridge, the Autobots found themselves in the middle of an open Savannah. As they moved around the area, the sound of blaster fire could be heard in the distance, triggering the group to quickly move towards it. As they made their way over an incline, they could see a ravine below with an escape pod that had crash landed. There was a large cloud of dust as blaster fire was exchanged from two sides. The usual Decepticon grunts versus one lone bot whom was using the battered escape pod as cover.
“I can’t make out who the other bot is, Optimus,” Arcee muttered as she struggled to see the bot the Decepticons were targeting. “Well guess we should get a closer look!” Smokescreen leapt into the ravine, much to the dismay but not surprise of the others. Arcee and Bulkhead exchanged glances “Rookie,” before begrudgingly diving into the ravine along with Optimus and Bumblebee. The dust and smoke kicked up from the scuffle made it hard to see, but it was easy to pick out the blazing red blaster fire coming from Decepticon weapons. All Autobots engaged the Decepticon vehicons, taking them by surprise.
*Just a few moments earlier*
….
There was a deep trench carved into the ground that stretched for half a mile. At the head of this trench was the remains of the small escape pod of the Cybertronian femme. It was a miracle it was still in one piece, the results of quality Cybertronian engineering and craftsmanship. The hatch at the top of the pod began to wiggle, before loud pounding resulted in the hatch flying open. The crimson femme slowly climbed out of the battered vessel, looking around to evaluate her surroundings. She had crashed in a Savannah covered in tall grass and spindled trees with broad canopies dotted the expansive area. Where in the slag am I? In an attempt to get a better view of her surroundings, she moved to stand but a sudden pain in her side made her lose balance. She fell off the metal pod, her frame slamming into the earth below. As the femme pushed herself off of the ground and ran a servo over the crest on her forehelm. Her digits running over the Autobot insignia centered on her helm. Another flash of pain hit her, emanating from the side of her torso. The young Autobot looked to the silver armor now coated with the vibrant blue of energon. Her energon.
She was able to manage getting back on her pedes, however she had no idea how she would patch herself up on this foreign world. Suddenly, the femme felt the familiar static and thrum that preceded a groundbridge. Someone from Cybertron is here? A flash of bright green, blue and purple energy swirled as it appeared a couple yards from where she stood. As the nanoseconds clicked by, multiple silhouettes emerged from the portal. The femme stared at the multitude of Cybertronians before her, decked out in purple and black armor with Decepticon insignias branded on their chests. Decepticons?! Here?! Panic flooded her frame as she heard the dreaded sound of blasters powering up. She bolted for cover as she had little ability to defend herself in this state.
As the squadron of Vehicons began firing at the young Autobot, she managed to take cover behind the remains of her escape pod. “How did they find me so quickly? Is this entire planet swarming with cons?” She muttered to herself as she was able to draw the blaster on her left arm, which of course had to be your least-dominate. Despite this disadvantage, she began unloading shot after shot at the oncoming Vehicons. They were quickly closing in on the femme’s location, before the sound of opposing blaster fire and clashing was heard. The small femme dared to peak out from her hiding spot, only to see flashes of brightly colored-armor in-between the dust and smoke which had enveloped the Decepticon grunts. Despite this new development, she was hesitant to leave her cover. As she peaked out to watch the chaos, the gut-wrenching whirring of a blaster and pressure to her temple made her freeze.
Standing above her was one of the Vehicons, his blaster pressed to her temple and about to discharge. Before a single idea could think cross her processor, the Vehicon was sent flying off into the distance. Still in shock from the attack, the femme raised her one good blaster at the bot in front of her, her optics wide with fear. To her surprise, the mech in front of her raised his servos yieldingly, “Whoa! Don’t shoot! I’m on your side!” The mech was young, not too different from the femme’s. She noticed his white and silver paint job, with a scarlet Autobot insignia on his blue chest. “Oh thank Primus, you’re an Autobot…” She sighed in relief, lowering her weapon, “How did you know where to find me? What unit are you with?”
The young mech took a quick scan of the femme’s frame, noticing her injury, “Best to talk about that after we’re back at base. Name’s Smokescreen by the way.” She gave him a polite smile as Smokescreen began to help her up “I’m Firefly.” Firefly huh? It’s nice to meet y—-“ Smokescreen grunted in pain as he was knocked back by a blaster bolt to the chest. A Vehicon appeared from around the wreckage and continued firing. Firefly might have been down but she wasn’t out. Focusing what was left of her energy, Firefly’s frame whisked behind the Decepticon in a blur of red and yellow, moving faster than the human or Cybertronian eye could track. As the Vehicon turned around in brief confusion, two canon bolts hit the mech’s chest, taking him out of commission.
As the dust and smoke began to clear, Firefly was unsure of what exactly had happened. The sound of groaning to her right caught her attention, spotting Smokescreen as he stumbled back, clearly sore from the Vehicon’s blasts. “That… that was a cheap shot. Normally I don’t get shot” Smokescreen stated, trying to save his pride. The young femme heard other footsteps approaching, of varying sizes. Through the battlefield littered with deceased Vehicons, four bots approached. Firefly’s periwinkle optics widened as she spotted a tall familiar red and blue mech standing before her. Optimus Prime stood in front of Firefly, taking note of her injuries and the Autobot insignia on the crest of her ruby-colored helm. “You appear injured young Autobot. Might I ask your name?” Optimus said with a softened tone. She tried to compose yourself in front of the esteemed last Prime and leader of the Autobots, “…Yes Sir. Firefly, scout of the 107th Squadron. Sir.” Optimus smiles gently at the petite femme before him, “It is a pleasure to meet you. I think it is best we get you to safety before more Decepticons arrive.”
Firefly nodded quickly, limping over to her new comrades. Suddenly an extremely loud BEEEEEEEEEEPPPP caught everyone’s attention. Curious to see who or what made that sound, Firefly turned around to see a familiar bright yellow scout, “Bee?! Is that you!?” The young femme’s optics were wide as they locked with Bumblebee’s. Bumblebee looked as if he had seen a ghost, frozen for but a moment before he quickly rushed over to Firefly, picking her up in a hug. Arcee and the others stared in utter confusion. “…Did I miss something?” Arcee said turning towards Bulkhead and Smokescreen. Firefly couldn’t help but chuckle as she was embraced by Bumblebee, “Primus I can’t believe it’s actually you!” She winced in pain from her damaged arm, “But I would like to keep my arm if possible, Bee.” Bumblebee swiftly, but gently set Firefly down with an apologetic whir, albeit unable to have his gaze leave her optics. “I believe we should continue this reunion once back at base,” Optimus chimed in as a groundbridge opened up.
Bulkhead playfully elbowed Arcee to get her attention, “I didn’t know Bumblebee had a girlfriend.” Arcee quickly shushed him before following the others into the groundbridge. Bumblebee’s thoughts were… a mess. He was in absolute shock to see Firefly again, someone he thought would remain a distant memory of a friend long past. He extended his arm to the smaller femme and helped walk her through the groundbridge. Firefly accepted his assistance and stumbled through the portal alongside him. As the tunnel of swirling colors came to and end, Firefly and the others entered the Autobot base. It was quaint, by Cybertronian standards, but Firefly was just grateful to be in a safe environment. It was difficult for her to fully process exactly what had happened due to exhaustion. But she knew she was amongst friends now.
And for that, she was grateful….
To anyone who goes out of their way to read this, I thank you! Any support means the world to me. Keep an optic out for part 2!
