oh hey yeah see about the possible warframe fics. So about the new jade shadows trailer. What if it's both Orion + Sirius x reader y'know. both of them is heads over heels for this random human that they stop fighting entirely-
(Reader is not the operator as we DID help stalker deliver the baby, that'd be weird)
'𝑼𝒏𝒘𝒂𝒏𝒕𝒆𝒅 𝑪𝒐𝒎𝒑𝒂𝒏𝒚'
Sirius and Orion (Warframe) x Non Tenno! Reader
Short drabble
WC: 1.5k words
A/N: WARFRAME GRAHHHH, will be rewritten when Jade shadows: Constellation comes out. I HATE railjacks.
Orion - Red
Sirius - Green
Eternalism was an odd concept. It dictated that time was not a singular line, but a branching prism wherein each choice dictated a different outcome. A concept where the past, present, and the future all converged into one box, happening at the same time.
Earth was not something that changed much after all these years, besides the Grineer camps and Cetus? You were well on your own, but thankfully you were.. In a much different area, a quieter one. No camps on sight. These Orokin ruins were your sanctuary, a semblance of peace away from the constant bustling market of Cetus, or the threat that the Grineer sometimes provoked in some of your tiny expedition. You were a scavenger, a dignified one at that! Surely! But you were no mythical Tenno, you had no.. What was it again? Warframe! You were just a scavenger with a penchant for the things left behind.
Today was supposed to be a lazy one. Not much finds and just you relaxing by the ruins catching some fish in hopes Night won't come as quick that Eidolons might come out.. Oh you hope not. You remember running from several Vomvalysts going back to Cetus. Despite not being much athletic then, that fear gave you the stamina to run faster than you ever had. But then again, it wasn't like you were anywhere near the Plain of Eidolons to worry.. Right?
You laid back, waiting for the fish to bite, none came. Only the sudden ripple of the water that scattered the fish away. What's happening? You furrowed your brows in confusion as the ground beneath you started to shake, an earthquake? Then, the sky tore open in ways that felt and looked like the universe was ending. You scrambled immediately, grasping your gear as you skittered somewhere to hide. Who wouldn't? There was a literal tear in the fabric of reality in front of you! Wasn't there a hotline for the Tenno? From the rift fell two figures, the force making your stuff almost fly out of your hands as you stumbled, the impact shattered centuries-old paving stones, throwing a wave of dust and a gust of wind that knocked you flat against the roots of a massive tree.
You coughed, rubbing your back as your ears were ringing. You scrambled backward into the hollow by the roots as you pressed a hand over your mouth to stifle your nervous breaths. What and who was that? You peered through the dust, seeing two beings, magnificent, attempting to rip each other apart. To the left seemed like a Warframe that looked more poised, its armor laced with green armor paired with the black, he was fluid and graceful in his own attacks, the polearm they both wielded clashed against one another. The one on the right, was more jagged and rough, each movement seemed to be fueled with a bloodlust you haven't felt before. The sheer force of their weapons meeting sent another shockwave through the clearing. You clamped a hand over your ears as the air blew against you.
You realized that if you stayed here, you were going to be vaporized. If a stray blast of jade light didn't turn you into ash, the concussive force of their polearms would pulp you against the tree! Which to be completely honest? Not one of those choices seemed good.
You hoisted your backpack on your shoulder and made a run for it. Scrap the equipment you left now, you could always buy new ones in Cetus! But could you buy a resurrection after being pulped by some beings that might potentially be far dangerous than the Tenno? No! You weren't risking it. You were careful. You were a scavenger! Used to avoiding the heavy Grineer patrols. You knew how to place your hands on the moss to avoid rustling the dead leaves, But you were, in the end, but a simple human.
As you shifted your weight to push off a broken slab of Orokin marble, the stone, weakened by their fighting, crumbled beneath your boot. Your codex scanner slipped from your grasp, bouncing against a piece of exposed rebar with a sharp, ringing sequence of metallic pings.
Everything seemed to still as you clumsily picked it up. Unaware of the two heads turning to your direction as you frantically tapped your codex scanner to stop the broken pings. One of them tilted it's head, approaching carefully and peeking over you, the other one, looking disrespected by the sudden change of attention, followed quick, shoving himself beside his counterpart.
You paused, slowly turning around as you felt yourself tremble as you saw the shadow fall over you. "I-I..I wasss… just… passing through!" You stammered, barely making it through your words. I mean, you don't know who else, beside the Tenno, used Warframes. Are they even Tenno? Or are they simply sentient warframes?
That would have been an interesting thought process!
If you cared about it right now!
The red one tilted his head and crossed his arms. His eyes seemingly narrowed as he stared at you, curiosity present in their gazes. You looked like a trembling rat caught with cheese in it's mouth.One of them kneeled down curiously, the green one looking closely at you. A human still made of flesh and not entirely Corpus or Warframe upgrades felt a little odd for them. A finger poked your cheek, causing your fear to disappear completely. To be replaced with absolute baffled confusion. It was as if the green-laced being was checking to see if you would shatter, or perhaps if you were merely a very detailed hologram?
The red one stepped into your personal space right after it's green counterpart. The two were clearly filled with curiosity towards your presence, sure they've seen their share of weaklings, but something about you felt off, in a good way. You held your breath, pressing your back hard against the dirt and stone behind you. An awkward silence between the three of you echoing, accompanied by the pings of your codex scanner.
The red one reached out, you closed your eyes shut, waiting for your end. But nothing came. Instead, you felt a slight tug on your shoulder. You cracked an eye open, seeing the red warframe grabbing your backpack. You flinched as he lifted it effortlessly, turning it over in his hands. He gave it a firm shake, the loose bolts, scavenged morphics, and your half-eaten lunch rattled inside. You winced internally, grabbing your backpack from the red warframe's hands. He paused, seemingly unimpressed by your stuff, the green..one? You know what, you didn't know their names!
Greenie, gave a hard look against Reddie. Reddie huffed, seemingly how a warframe looked to be rolling his eyes. He then pointed a finger at you, the dirt, then back at you.
Stay put. The gesture communicated clearly. It's not like you were gonna risk getting sliced at the moment. The green one, having recovered from being shoved, glided back to your side. Although they weren't fighting anymore, a silent standoff ensued between the two of them as they stared eachother down. . "Uh.." you whispered, your voice cracking. "I... I really need to get back to Cetus." Neither of them looked at you in response.
Greenie, looked around, pausing as he grabbed something from the rubble. An.. An Ayatan Star! You sat straight up, his eyes briefly glancing at you, then, throwing the trinket over to you, which you caught quickly. His helm bowed slightly. It was a gesture of peace, an offering.
You stared at the glowing star, this thing could feed you and pay a few housing fees for at least a few months! "T-thank you?" He seemed to resonate with a self-satisfied hum at your thanks. Reddie looked indignant, another huff leaving him as he stomped away to a distance and marched towards the pond you were previously fishing in. Unceremoniously he striked his spear into the water, despite this, you were surprised at the amount of fish that hung at the end of it. He seemed skilled in silence.
He slid the fishes off and threw them your way, letting out an oof sound as you felt your air get knocked out of your lungs. He paused for a second before speedwalking back to your direction. He then crossed his arms and stared down at the green one, his crimson visor pulsing with a triumphant glow.
I brought meat. Your Ayatan Star is inferior!
Probably what his body language said. You sat frozen, an Ayatan star in one hand and a giant, slippery fish thrashing wildly in your lap, covering your suit in slime. "This is..." You gently pushed the fish off your lap, letting it flop into the damp grass. "...very generous. Both of you." You slowly pushed yourself up to your feet. You grabbed your discarded backpack, hastily shoving the Ayatan star inside.
"I'm going to walk away now..!" you announced, taking a slow, measured step backward. You pointed toward the dense treeline that led back to the plains. "That way!.. Towards the market. Where normal people are… not that you two aren't normal people! You are but like.. Ehh…" You sputtered, avoiding their gazes as you continued to sneak away.
Greenie immediately stepped to your right side.
Reddie immediately stepped to your left side.
You stopped. They stopped.
You took two steps forward. They matched your pace perfectly.
"You guys aren't going to just... go back into that portal?" you asked, pointing a trembling finger at the swirling tear in reality that was still spiraling in the center of the courtyard.
You probably needed to call a Tenno for that.
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A/N: Stalker's sons turned into glorified housecats bruh 😭 Been farming for Quincy protoframe save me!! The Trade chat is HELLL
Optimus X Reader Drabbles that I wrote but they never made it to become full on fics ... so here they are, super short but I hope y'all enjoy them!
Drabble 1: Lipgloss
Summary: You wear lipgloss and a very curious Prime asks you about it.
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He looks at you and wonders how it is possible for him to feel this way.
He is a sinner. In all senses of the word. Primus may never forgive him. He may never forgive himself.
It was during a cold night of may when you had changed the style of your hair. Putting it in a hair-tie. Wearing work-clothes from that same day. A skirt that went under your knees and a white long-sleeve button up shirt. Your makeup, a bit smudge and yet Optimus was curious.
“What is that?”
He points at your lips, his blue optics wide and full of curiosity.
“What?”
You look up from your workstation, smiling at him.
“That red paint in your intake.”
“Oh, it's lipgloss!”
You immediately search in your bag and pull out a small tube. Putting it in front of him, he gets closer to inspect it.
“Does this liquid you use contain technology that makes you more … appealing to other species?”
Tilting your head, you proceeded to ask another question.
“...What do you mean?”
“I can’t phantom another reason as to why I have the urge to interface with you,” Optimus quickly replies, now his optics entirely lay on you. “I urge you to please take it off.”
You stare at him for a few seconds and so does he. It wasn’t until he realized what he had said that he felt his faceplate get hotter and you could swear you saw some blue as well.
“My apologies, I will be taking my leave.”
And before you could say a word, he quickly transforms and drives away. Not knowing how to face you.
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Drabble 2: The Date
Summary: You go on a date and Optimus doesn’t take it well. Optimus and Reader’s love story as told and described by Ratchet.
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Ratchet has taken notice of Optimus' sudden change.
A couple of days ago, he found the leader polishing his paint.
He has been going on patrol duty more often.
Talks nervously when he is around a certain someone.
Staring at that same person with longing optics.
All because of a human woman who didn’t even dare to look at him twice.
And yet all Optimus could do was to look at you, hoping that you could read his mind and see how much he suffers.
“I am going on a date.”
It's a human concept Ratchet didn’t understand and by the look of Optimus’ face, he didn’t understand it either.
“What is a date?”
“It's like spending time with a person to see if they are a potential partner.”
“Partner?”
You thought for a few seconds, thinking of a simple way to explain things.
“Like a romantic partner! In your terms, kinda like a sparkmate?”
“Oh,” his spark stops for a klik. He tries to smile but asking the following question hurts. “So this date … It's for you to know if this person is worthy of being your life-partner?”
“Yes, kind of.”
“I see,” his servo turns into a fist. His processor begged him to stop you. To declare his everlasting love for you. It pains him, your absence, your carelessness and his unrequited love for you.
Ratchet didn’t even dare to look at Optimus, knowing he would find a scene he wouldn't like. Because Optimus can handle all the pain in the universe by himself … but he can’t talk about you without his voice glitching. His love has been suppressed for so long that he has become pathetic.
Ratchet noticed this during that one time you became the subject of conversation between the Autobots. Prime had showered you with praise and compliments, getting carried away, almost whispering your name as if sacred and in his excitement, he almost cried.
“Well, I wish you luck on this date.”
“Thank you!” you say, sending him a goodbye kiss, unaware of what you have just done. “I’ll get going now, see ya!”
The only thing Ratchet could think of was about how Optimus would probably ask him to help him excavate his resting place.
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That's it! As you see the writing in this is bad so sorry about that lol.
Should I make full one-shot fics out of any of these two stories? I kinda liked writing down band Optimus in Ratchet's POV. I think I had a draft of down bad Ratchet for reader also told in Optimus' POV.
I am working on a fic swear, this was just to kind of properly organize my thoughts on Orion being his most... Self. I'm trying to think of characteristics to work off of for these two and it's hard for me.
Anyway, spoiler warnings below ig.
Orion is the forgotten son- even if he is picked by the Stalker.
Note the dialogue from Vena, (though being manipulative to most likely keep Orion closer to her than Stalker)
If Stalker chose Sirius: "Let us show him what a mistake it was to choose Sirius."
If Stalker chose Orion: "Orion - Daddy doesn't recognize you."
Now here's where my own head cannons/thoughts come in.
Sirius is more like Jade, he's softer around the edges, his color palette matches hers, and he isn't near as destructive as Orion.
Orion I believe even if Stalker picks him, is second to recognized. It goes Sirius… then Orion…
(Note: This is based on videos I've watched, if this is incorrect please lmk.)
Now, some people will argue with me that Sirius isn't recognizable to Stalker either but- hear me out, both of the baby's eyes are green.
Sirius is already more familiar in that regard compared to Orion's sharp yellow eyes.
In Sirius and Orion's prex card Sirius is the brother facing upward and Orion is the one facing downward.
(They should have gotten two cards, BUT, can you rotate it for Orion to be upward? Yes. But I'm playing the reach Olympics here, let me be.)
Now that I've gotten my agenda out there:
✦ Orion is more insecure. Bright red to make him stand out, black metal to accentuate the glow of his golden eyes. He has drapes all over him to have a more intimidating silhouette.
✦ Something to be acknowledged and seen.
✦ His insecurity is why he likes having Vena in his corner, Vena won't put him second to anyone. Vena prioritizes him, going out of her way for him at the hint of a problem/desire Orion has.
✦ Yet it's not what he wants, and it isn't enough to satiate the need to be first place. Or how he wants to be first place for that matter. But it makes him comfortable and solidifies that everyone else is the problem in his eyes.
✦ Then Drifter comes around and solely has eyes on him, it's riveting.
✦ It's receiving the attention he wants, where his other self doesn't matter and it's just you and him. For a time.
✦ And of course, Sirius had to get involved with Drifter at some point. Orion knew it as an inevitable, Sirius and him have too similar of tastes. You were also just filled with too much love to lock down.
✦ Orion has to make a constant effort to not just steal you away in some pocket dimension of yours and force you to stay. (Duviri couldn't have been that bad!) He wants you to be by his side and only his, with focus solely on him, so no one else can come before him.
✦ Orion realizes in his late-night stupor that he hasn't come second to anyone. Orion got to have the taste of being first to the prize, the affection, the love, the care, the body, and Sirius is allowed to share in his bountiful harvest.
✦ But only as the second runner.
Can we get how they meet, fallen in love, and first time in bed?❤️
Reader being Megatron's sister and optimus fall for her after a steamy night
🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺
human! (pre mafia boss) orion pax x afab reader.
human mafia! au. plot. lore. mild gore and wounds. found family with megatron (he's your brother). reader is referred to as "stitcher" briefly. orion pax!!!
oral giving and recieving. fingering. praise kink and mild dirty talk. overstimulation. piv sex.
boy this might be really long lol the brain worms were fr stewing on this one. I couldn't just write the steamy scenes without lots of plot and backstory, so this is an unofficial official beginning between megatronous and orion pax (later optimus).
you were familiar with the way his rough, warm hands would always press into your shoulders. guiding you, teaching you the ruthless land of the underworld. filled with hate and hunger, greedy eyes and starving stomaches.
his name was megatronous. his presence was one of the rare reliefs in kaon. because in the underworld, the only way to survive is to claw your way to the surface. and he had already done that once before.
despite his skinny, lengthy body, his heart held true. despite the way he had suffered, watching his brothers and sisters die in the mines. his mere designation as a coal miner did not bind him, but rather fuel that raging spark he held in his chest.
it had been mere coincidence you had passed him. ears perked for danger, because in kaon there was no time to rest. if you didn't have your guard up, you would be prey to the ruthless that haunted the tunnels.
all you heard was a grunt before finding someone barely older than you, one with striking silver hair and ruby red eyes. despite the way the black uniform clung to his boney form, you could clearly see the red that slowly spilled from his torso.
his eyes narrowed as you slowly approached, reaching into your bag to retrieve the few, rare bandages you managed to scavenge from behind a hospital.
maybe it was your bleeding heart that made you do this. or foolishness. kaon has no place for fools.
you helped him anyway.
he weakly scampered away, trying to fruitlessly drag his body away from you in fear. his fangs were on display as he hissed at you, daring you to approach, ruby eyes narrowed at your form.
you feigned innocence as you saw him clench at the handle of a blade, eyes squinted in determination. boundless will to survive hit you, and you smiled to yourself.
he stiffened.
you ignored his threats, the way he brandished his weapon without batting an eyelash. you were unresponsive to the way he threatened to slash you to pieces. you ignored the way his knife pressed against vulnerable flesh, instead taking in his shaking hand and the harsh words escaping parched lips.
what a feisty little thing.
you wordlessly began treating the wound, watching confusion and weariness set on his face. the tight grip on the blade never left, but he was kind enough to shift when you went to wrap the wound.
"this is a salve that you can apply. otherwise, try to keep the wound as clean as possible. no dirt, soot, or foreign material should get in there." you spoke, giving him a firm nod as you stood up.
it took him a few seconds to recognize the kindness lingering off your form, something simply unheard of in the underground.
"why?" it was a simple question, but it struck your soul. you pursed your lips, biting them as you thought.
"everyone deserves a bit of kindness every once in a while."
and then you left, not knowing this wouldn't be the first time you saw him.
-
he kept you in his sight. watching the way you scampered and fled, keeping close eyes on the officers who drank and smoked. you were an unofficial medic of sorts, despite being so young and helpless. those around you kept their lips tight and eyes closed to your actions.
whether from disinterest or a strange sort of protectiveness, megatronous was not sure. what he did know, was you were around his age. a young kaonian without any parents, and without support. it was a miracle you had survived as you did.
and a sort of strange, alluring foolishness that caused you to stop and help that night. so unlike the others that roamed the darkened alleyways.
a botched, silver scar had rested in the place of the wound you had treated all those months ago. and between fighting in the rings and gathering information about the kings of kaon, he had stumbled across you once again.
you were cornered. surrounded by ruthless fighters who had nothing good to do than waste time. their leers and jeering had you narrowing your eyes and clutching the straps of your backpack.
their figures seemed to tower over yours as they pulled and pushed, but your face held nothing but slight annoyance.
you looked helpless. someone so small wouldn't be able to fight off the street ruffians of kaon. megatronous, for once, thought about stepping in. if it were anyone else, any other kaonian, he wouldn't have cared. yet one of the kind souls, few and far in between, had all been caught and killed.
the good die young was a saying that he bitterly believed in.
your hair whipped into your face as you yowled, quickly avoiding their jabs. unheard words were uttered, only spurring them on. you eyed their dirtied knives with disdain.
one got closer, pulling at loose hair as you jerked closer. megatronous was not close enough to hear what was being uttered, but from your expression he could only guess.
and when a knife scraped itself into your skin, the world went sideways.
megatronous came to your rescue as you lept into action. one hand that had been previously hidden behind your back had flung several sharp, thick needles in their directions. with surprising speed and accuracy, you slammed your fist into the nearest's stomach and sent the offender sprawling to the floor.
megatronous didn't let surprise flash over his face, merely swooping in and quickly taking out the remaining perpetrators near you. their angry cries were quickly quieted as they saw who stood before them.
the rising star of kaon. megatronous. the gladiator who killed and fought and clawed through blood, sweat, and tears.
who slaughtered mercilessly in the pits, with ruby red eyes that swam like the sea of blood shed around him.
you stared in silence.
"are you okay?" his question took you by surprise. from the rumors floating around you had only guessed megatronous was vicious and enraged, merciless and sharper than the current military's commanders.
from skin to bone into lithe, smooth muscle. he had grown significantly since the last time you saw him. all those matches won must have given him several credits for better resources. better food.
an option out.
yet here he was. still in kaon. still in that same dirty, black uniform.
"m' fine." you mutter, brushing hair out of your face as you eye him up and down.
"you normally don't come here." you snort as you raise an eyebrow,
"and what were you doing here? your sponsors would balk at the way their honored gladiator of kaon still dirties himself with the underground."
his frame stiffened, eyes narrowing and hands clenching for a moment. his voice is smooth and filled with purpose as he speaks. you see the way his shoulders straighten and relax, hands clasped against his back as he speaks.
"kaon is all the same wherever you go. my sponsors know nothing of the way miners are poisoned and killed every day. orphans grow every day without a parent, and these streets are far from safe.
I do not associate myself with them." he spits the words out like poison, eyes narrowing and jaw clenching at the mere mention of those above him.
its strange, the way he talks. nothing of the harsh and blunt way kaonians usually spoke, his voice had a tone and rhythm that was unfamiliar, yet held importance. he demanded attention despite barely being older than eighteen.
"then tell me, megatronous. why are you here?" he cleared his throat, eyes gleaming appreciatively as you uttered his name. a designation. one with deeper meaning and endless ambition.
"for you."
you balk, confusion filling your face as you scrunch your nose.
"we need a medic for our future endeavors. you are one of the only medics in kaon that would treat anyone. without question."
you tense.
"for the revolution." his grin seems to grow wider, almost splitting his face as he looks at you, pleased.
"so you've heard."
"I've heard about an ambitious gladiator who spoke of freedom and liberation. who speaks for his fallen brothers and sisters to a system broken beyond repair.
I've heard of a ruthless uprising in the underground. where whispers travel from kaon all the way of iacon. I've heard of two brothers who were bonded together by fate.
I've heard of civil unrest through the ranks. threatening to snap as you and your forces slowly reach further, preaching to anyone who will listen.
I've heard many things. but are they true?" you ask, eyes blazing with determination. your skills could be used for good. other than patching up drunkards and sickly little children who are forced to work in the mines for their next meal.
megatronous nods.
"they are."
"then, I also heard that megatronous has acquired a skilled medic." a smirk graces his face.
"then so be it."
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he is ambitious. so much more than you had originally thought. his roots were deeper than you thought, reaching the younglings of kaon, the miners and all those who had been oppressed.
it took no time for megatronous to acquire all the supplies he needed to set up a medic center, straight in the heart of the refuge camp. it was lively, with children and adults together, hiding and seeking care away from the ruthless rulers of kaon.
criminals. refugees. hopeless people who had been shackled by the increasingly thinner line between working and being owned by those who paid them.
you had seen it all.
pneumonia and rotting lungs impacted by the toxic waste in the water and air. children missing limbs and thin, skeletal frames just barely clinging onto life.
people who shouldn't be alive by logic and science. yet they hold and cling onto their fragile hope with calloused hands.
it was much worse than you had ever thought it to be.
and megatronous had guided you through it. rooting you back to the present, with the sick and suffering who laid on the floor separated by thin sheets and scrap for privacy.
his voice was a mere echo in your ear as you sprung into work. there was much to do and so little time to do anything other than it. because while you had thought to help, you didn't understand the way kaon was poisoned.
kaon was suffering from disease.
and megatronous was the epidemic.
even the sick had greeted him, in hoarse, roughened voices filled with hope. and with every greeting you saw and the way he shifted made you realize that this was much bigger than you and the gladiator of kaon.
you understood, in a sense, why he composed himself like this. he was like a walking talking god, but this time, this god responded in earnest towards its people.
his steps held more than just his ambition. but rather the lives of those who had clung to him in hope and desperation.
his voice rose you from your thoughts as you wordlessly began assessing your newly acquired patients.
"I assume this center has been set up to your standards?" you nod.
"yes. although I'm not sure how much time or efforts would have been wasted had I said no."
ruby eyes narrow the slightest.
"I would have gotten what I wanted regardless." a shiver runs up your spine, turning away from his suddenly unnerving expression as you continued to clean wounds and bandage lacerations.
you had heard lots about a gladiator who had slowly begun to build an empire. for the sick and helpless and poor. those like you but without such will and drive to survive.
you just hoped you hadn't picked the wrong side to tango with. even if that dance lead you closer to death every single day.
.
years were shaved off your life when kaon had erupted into chaos. where government officials and ruthless military had beat down those who threatened their existence. you were there when starving, thin frames had shattered to the floor with every pop! pop! pop! that echoed in the air.
you were there when megatronous and soundwave had gathered their followers to protest against their lords. you were there in the aftermath.
burying the bodies who no longer had identities and names. mere numbers in a death count.
and megatron was endless.
he and his people fought back. blood spilt and sprayed that day. desperation where he had fought his way into the center of kaon. where he rallied his troops and broke into the executive residence of the lords of kaon.
adrenaline coursed through your veins as you ran through the crowd, quickly dragging away the wounded back to safety before going back. it was relentless, the way each second felt like eons, where the screams and hollers of those around you cut through the air.
and in the end, where megatron got what he wanted. but at what cost?
you were the one who had to burry the bodies. of children and teenagers and adults who believed in the future before them. of a gladiator who had pushed and pushed and pushed until there was nothing in his way.
he never visited you that night. where you had to bury people you knew and grew up with. those who you had eaten and cooked with. those whom you had helped build their homes and cured their ailments.
those who shared intimate words of the future. a hope that never died even with their final breathes.
you were the one who had to tell siblings, newly orphaned children, and broken families of every. single. loss.
somewhere between now and then things had changed.
megatron and his endless greed were nothing compared to your will to survive. despite the heavy feeling in your chest, those around you celebrated and cheered each time megatron's flag had been raised to the streets.
it felt like greed consumed your soul as you watched those return, either in body bags or with wounds that would last lifetimes.
it wasn't you. but the thoughts began to plague your entire being with ever wound you inflicted and each soul you saved.
people were happy and free. but at what cost?
what cost would he stop?
that you could not answer. so instead you hid away in a crowded bar filled with laughter and cheers. your soul seemed to shake at the way those around you shook, eyes glancing off wounds and bandages and endless flesh.
all you could do is avert your eyes and drink your sorrows away.
war is not for the weak hearted.
and unfortunately, you were.
a firm, yet unfamiliar hand pressed against your shoulder. flashes of megatron and his endless lithe echoed in your head as you turned in alarm. he was the last you wanted to see. after all those lives lost.
instead, it was a young man with a soft smile on his face. black hair curled back, with soft wisps kissing smooth skin.
"you look troubled." his voice was smooth and deep, gently scraping against your ears as you turned back to your drink. he took a seat right besides you as you sighed.
"orion pax. and you are?"
"they call me stitcher."
"the head medic. you did quite a job out there. heard ratchet couldn't keep you off field." you shook yourself with a heartless chuckle.
"the battlefield always calls."
orion shifts for a moment, calling out to the bartender and ordering an unusually fruity concoction compared to the hard liquor being served all around.
you smiled mirthlessly.
"no hard energon for you?"
orion sputtered as he flushed.
"nothing wrong with enjoying your drink. and not burning your taste buds off."
"it's not meant for enjoyment." you say, pressing your lips together as you glance into the glass before you. it shimmers and swirls like the stars in the books you had gathered.
of galaxies and places far beyond your reach. holding endless possibilities and freedom. boundless energy without respite.
"it's not your fault." he pipes up, eyes nervously taking in your stormy expression.
"I saw you out there today. you couldn't save everyone."
"but what if I could? what if I tried harder? what if I made the wrong decisions?"
you continue, feeling your eyes fill with tears as you shake.
"I had to chose between the future generation and my friends today. there wasn't enough supplies and medicine to go around for everyone." you clench your fist as you refuse to look your companion in the eye.
"people bled out there because I was too slow."
"you were exhausted." he fought for you. in a way, trying to wrangle in the endless grief and guilt that weighed over your head. you shook your head.
"everyone was."
you stiffened at the way orion wrapped his arms around you, tucking your chest under his chin. you could feel the way his chest rumbles as he gently rubs your back.
"one shall stand. many will fall. we are still here, and that is all that matters. because we stood up for those who could not."
and for once, the tightly clasped lock to your chest had opened. and for the first time in years, you wept.
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he is soft in his embrace. his hands are smooth and barely calloused as he slowly presses you against the cheap hotel room. energon rushes between both of your veins as he grasps your hair, giving you a soft smile before devouring you.
his lips are soft against yours as the two of you move in tandem. his shirt is soft in your grasp as you clutch him closer, grounding you to reality around you.
the two of you part with shallow gasps, chests heaving against each other as orion looks you in the eye once more.
"are you sure this is what you want?" you nod eagerly, letting your head hit the soft mattress beneath you.
"make me forget tonight." orion is uncharacteristically bold as he smiles, pressing his forehead against yours as his breath brushes against lightly dewed skin.
"as you wish."
his kisses are fluttering against your neck as he nuzzles against you, tongue laving against your slow pulse. his nips are playful as he presses his hands against your hips, pressing you into place.
his hips jerk and swivel against yours, his grip tightening as he feels you jerk. the rough patch of his jeans grind against your core, and all you can do is squirm and mewl against him.
orion seems naive, yet his movement is anything but that. his weight presses against you as he slowly presses your legs open, gulping at the sight before you.
folds glisten in the limelight as you squirm, eyes helpless as you try helplessly to cover yourself. orion is having none of this as he gently traps your hips with his arm pressed across your stomach.
"stop squirming dear. you'll only work yourself up more."
his tongue gently presses against your clit, smirking against your folds as you mewl, head pressed against the pillow as your hair flows around you like a halo.
you look absolutely angelic.
orion is ruthless in the way he slowly rolls your clit in his mouth, pressing hot kisses against your folds and teasingly dipping the tip of his tongue into your cunt.
you keen softly as he presses against you, eagerly devouring anything you offer. its a mindless rhythm as he groans against you, his voice shaking your core as you gently grind against him.
his nose presses against your clit as he tongues you open, gently fucking you with his tongue. its almost enough stimulation, yet not enough.
it has you crying in frustration. heavy need and want floods your system, robbing your mind of the endless spiral of thoughts.
orion gives you one last, half lidded eye before reaching up and kissing you. you can taste the tang of yourself against your lips as he sucks on your bottom lip.
you gasp as you feel thick fingers press against your folds, gently teasing you open before slowly stretching you. its sudden but slow and it has you clenching tightly against his fingers.
you tangle your hands into his hair as you press him closer, breasts gently brushing against his chest. you can feel the breath leave him as he gently fucks you.
the palm of his hand gently grinds into your center as he slowly pumps his fingers into your gummy walls. you should almost be embarrassed by the slick that gushes between your legs and the echo of wet noise between the two of you.
but his smile reassures you.
his mouth presses against your breasts, gently biting and sucking his claim against smooth, pretty skin. you arch into his touch as he whispers sweet nothings to you.
"that's it. just like that. clench down on me."
"fuck, keep grinding against me like that. good. good girl."
you gently press his head up as he looks at you in slight confusion.
"let me.... taste you too." you huff, chest gasping for air as he gives one harsher thrust of his fingers, smirking at the sudden way your hips jerk as you moan in surprise.
"of course sweetheart. whatever you want."
he stands, allowing you to slowly crawl to your knees and press yourself against smooth, defined legs. you bat your eyelashes at him as he puts one hand on your head.
the weight is reassuring as you gently grasp him in your hands, mouth salivating at the sheer weight agains the palm of your hand.
you press the tip of his head into your mouth, gently swirling the velvet against your tongue and savoring the salty, savory taste against your tongue. you can hear orion gulp above you as he gently eases his hips closer, allowing you to further take his length down your throat.
the weight of his cock settles against the back of your throat as you breath through your nose, taking in deep breaths to calm your beating heart.
orion is flustered above you, eyes glassy and lips pressed firmly against himself. one hand is pressed into a fist by his sides as he obediently stills his hips.
he is left speechless as you bob your head, sucking your cheeks in as you swirl aimless patterns against his cock. it has him jerking and moaning, gently guiding your head up and down his length as he praises you in breathless pants.
"fuck. just like that. you should see yourself now. taking my cock down your throat."
his thrusts grow eager and harsher as he becomes more sensitive. there's a sense of urgency as he bucks and moans into your mouth, and with a surprised moan, he rips himself from you.
thick, long fingers press against the base of his cock as he greedily inhales air.
you look up at him with saddened eyes, like a puppy who's favorite treat had been taken.
he chuckles at you.
"get on the bed." you obey, pressing your front against smooth sheets as you arch your back, pressing your ass into the air.
he gently palms your ass in appreciation before pressing a familiar weight against your shoulder.
familiar in the way megatronous once did.
but for some reason, this feels more. better than that empty feeling that sunk into your stomach every time megatron visited you.
"are you ready?"
"please." is all you can utter as he presses himself into you.
the two of you grunt in sync as he enters, you gasping and trying to press away from his thick cock. he gently shushes you, stroking your arm and intertwining your hands together as he slowly fucks you.
his lips press against your pulse as his thrusts grow confident and long, you can feel him smirk against your neck as he buries his head into the crook of your neck.
"cum for me love." and all you can do is obey.
two rough pads press and swirl against your swollen clit, playing eagerly with the sensitive bud with calculated rolls. his thrusts hit a gooey spot in you and you clench hard around him.
you arch your back, eagerly pressing your hips against his as you mewl.
"there? right there princess?" orion pants, hips mercilessly driving against you as you clench and keen around him.
you think drool slowly drips through your parted lips, but you can't tell from the overwhelming tightness against your core. like a lightning bolt, your orgasm crashes through your form as you clench and cry.
orion shushes you softly as he continues thrusting, teeth scraping against the shell of your ear as you squirm against his weight.
all you can do is lay there and take it as he wrings orgasm after orgasm from your exhausted body.
he's endless in the way he traces over your body, pressing kisses against scars and bruises. his warm blue eyes seem to see through your soul.
and all you can do is clench and mewl at him, desperately clinging against him as he fucks into you. his hips slam against yours as you feel him swell in your cunt.
you weren't sure where he had gotten this stamina from, but it was a blessing and a curse in disguise. it made you sensitive and jerky, both wanting to be pulled into another mind melting orgasm, and seconds away from trying to jerk away in overstimuation.
and when he cums, he presses against you with his soul. you can feel him slowly fill you with his warmth as he pants, gently smoothing your hair from your face and gently smiling at you.
"that's it. with me now." he guides you to gently breath against his chest, slowly syncing your hearts together as he clutches you to your chest.
and for once, your mind is silent and your chest is weightless.
Who was Orion Black? (Pt 10) Orion Black x Female!Reader
A/N: I wanted to explore Sirius’s childhood more in a non-traditional sense and give Orion and Walburga some interesting character development. This takes place after Sirius has broken out of Azkaban. Although this is a reader insert in parts, it is not the main focus and some chapters will have little or no mention of the reader. I have also altered the year Walburga was born to be 1940 instead of 1925 as it states in cannon (this is my fanfic and I’ll do what I want with the characters that are in it). Similarly, remember everyone is entitled to portray fictional characters as they want in their fanfics and if you disagree, please write your own. JKR's bigotry and opinions are not welcome here nor supported.
Who was Orion Black? (Partial Female!Reader insert) Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7 Part 8 Part 9 (Part 10)
What is that hiding in the painting?
It had been a few days since Sirius went through the portrait, but it was safe to say, he had no intention of doing it again. Sirius felt terrible since he returned from his visit and, if he was honest, he was still shaken up from it. He had never experienced magic like that and he never wanted too again. However, his fear didn’t stop him from trying to work out what kind of magic could’ve made this, what was in that painting? It was bothering him that he didn’t know. He had searched through nearly every book in the house but alas, his searched turned up empty and now he was trapped within the walls of his childhood home, he couldn’t simply walk out and into a library to look further. His only option was to enlist the help of Remus once more.
Remus had come to see the painting for himself and had experienced its terrifying grip at it produced his departed loved ones. He heard their voices; he saw their faces; he was drawn into its watery embrace until Sirius stood in the reflection with him. The faces soon whirled and twirled, never taking a solid form – the clouds of smoke-like balls continued to spin round and round, fighting with each other for space. The movements they made mimicked a boggart when viewed by multiple people, dipping in and out of each viewers life but unable to settle. That’s when Sirius freed the bottle and that painting was as it always had been, just a solitary chair and nothing more.
Remus, in his frenzied state of mind left shortly after muttering about getting Dumbledore to investigate the painting because he had no clue what could’ve created such a horrible thing. This left Sirius alone with the thing once more.
Since Sirius had returned to 12 Grimmauld Place, he had found a lot of comfort in his father’s study. Unlike the rest of the house, it felt safe in there and like the world hadn’t changed completely from his juvenile days sitting at the piano tinkering away while Orion busied himself at the desk. It had a delightful warmth that Sirius hadn’t felt in decades but now… it was gone. Whenever he was in there, he kept one eye on the painting – it felt as if whatever was lurking behind the layers of paint was watching and waiting to take him back into another world. As a result, the last string on Sirius’s safety net was cut and there was nowhere left to retreat to in the house that truly left like home.
The days wait before Dumbledore and Remus arrived was agonising for Sirius so when the day finally arrived, a sense of security washed back over him as pleasantries were exchanged between them.
“Now, I understand you have something rather interesting to show me.” Dumbledore motioned toward the study.
“Right, yes. You see, don’t know what it is.” Sirius continued to explain as they walked into Orion’s den. “There’s this bottle that never fills no matter what you pour into it.” Sirius showed Dumbledore the bottle. “Then, if you will close the door Remus?” Sirius asked as he placed the bottle on the piano resulting in the luminescent music bars to appear on the ceiling again. “Well, this happened.”
“Very interesting. Remus, you explained to me that there was some kind of portal in this painting. Is this how you access it?” Dumbledore quired pointing at the masterpiece hug in front of them.
“Yes. When Sirius plays the music, it opens.” Remus commented.
“Fascinating.” Dumbledore moved to stand next to the piano and drummed his fingers on it lightly. “Sirius, if you wouldn’t mind.” He motioned his hand toward Sirius but never looked at him. Sirius obliged and carried out the request thus revealing the mirrors surface. Fear coursed through Sirius as stared at the thing, but Dumbledore seemed entranced.
The old wizard moved closer to it and ran his wrinkled hand along the frame. All his movements seemed calculated as to never align his face with the reflective surface. He licked the tip of his right index finger before gentle touching the mirrored edge. Sirius went to stop him, but Remus simply put his hand on Sirius’s shoulder to stop him.
Dumbledore hummed in approval. “Orion, you really have outperformed yourself.” Albus muttered quietly. “This is remarkable.” His crystal eyes danced along the frames edge. “So how did you do it?”
“I’m sorry, do what?” Sirius questioned; concern laced in his words.
“No spell can reawaken the dead. Your father found a way to make a connection. He found a way to make the dead seem as if alive. They can pull us to them instead of them pulled to us.”
“Albus, that is impossible.” Remus interrupted.
“Perhaps not.” Albus moved slightly away from the frame. “So what could this be?” The old man’s eyes sparkled with joy. “I knew your father was a competent wizard but to achieve this, it must’ve taken him years to complete. I have only heard whispers of such magic being possible before but that required the use of the stone of resurrection.”
“So, the stone, it has to be in frame somewhere?” Sirius was confused. Why did his father go to such lengths to create this?
“Tell me, Sirius. Have you gone through this portal?” Albus’s voice turned grave as he locked eyes with Sirius.
“Yes.” Sirius admitted somewhat uneasily.
Albus grabbed both of Sirius’s arms and shook him slightly. “What happened? You have to tell me what happened.”
“Well... erm… I saw my brother, James and my father in the frame. James called me forward because he said… he said my father had something he needed to tell me.”
Dumbledore’s eyes grew wider. “What? What did he tell you?”
“That they were going to kill him. That he and my brother were going to make him mortal, but he never told me who he was.” Albus stared off into the corner of the room as he let go of Sirius.
Dumbledore knocked the bottle from atop the piano causing it to smash on the floor. Quickly, he withdrew his wand and brought the painting down to the ground before falling to his knees and studying every inch of the golden etched frame. “He worked it out. Your father worked it out. I thought he was part of it for his own interest, but he was obviously working under his own accord... and he made this to get a head start on where to look.”
“Working under his own what? A head start? What are you talking about?” Sirius was getting frustrated with all the crypted messages he was being sent.
"Your father appears to have been much more than I could've ever assumed. A very cunning man." Albus mumbled as much to himself as the others in the room. "As for what your father was collecting, they are Horcrux. Voldemort, he split his soul. When Harry destroyed the diary in his second year, he destroyed one of the Horcrux. You father was sourcing the others with your brother and your father created a portal to help locate them.”
Albus continued to study the etching and carvings over the ornate frame. The carvings mimicking life cycles of moths and cicadas all linked by the Ouroboros which had ensnared owls, grims, and vultures. Dumbledore squinted even harder that's when he noticed the texture... the frame wasn't buffed or plated... no... that was skin, golden skin. Dragon skin. The whole frame was covered in a dragon skin to look golden.
"Perspicere subter..." Albus whispered as he stroked the tip of his wand along the painting's edge. The scales nearest his wand faded into a clear skin and the true material of the frame was visible. The veining and variation was a clear indicator that this was a frame made of stone. Not just any stone - limestone. "Fascinating..."
"Albus, please stop muttering and tell us what magic is in that godforsaken painting." Remus sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose. Ever since he'd looked in that blasted thing, he'd felt a growing pressure in his skull building behind his eyes.
"Orion created a gateway to enable communication with the dead. This goes beyond scrying or séance and he fortified it with protective elements such as dragon scales and limestone. Dark arts couldn't permeate its frame to intrude or exit." Albus explained before stepping back to examine the painting at large. "I've only known such magic to be possible through the resurrection stone but your father counter-engineered it. Instead of them coming to us... we go to them."
“What?” Remus asked as Sirius was too shocked to speak. Orion had chosen Sirius, he had chosen to turn his back on what Sirius thought he had joined. "Is the stone in there somewhere? Surely it has to be?" Remus's voice got more clipped as the pain in his head grew greater the longer he spent around that painting.
“No. It is not here." Albus almost whispered into the room before focusing in on Remus and the effect the painting was having on him. Remus had always been more sensitive to unseen entities as part of the wolf in him but this pain was more than that. It was the shared pain of many piling onto the most instinctual part of Remus.
"Orion was in Voldemort’s most inner circle during their schooling years. The pair were very close as Orion was one of the only elites that would speak to him. I believe over the years; Orion became a confidante to him through the course of their friendship, but I noticed Orion quickly distance himself from the whole group after the death a muggleborn.” Albus’s nose was mere inches from the painting. “Voldemort killed the girl to make the first of many Horcrux in an effort to become immortal. When a Horcrux is made, part of the killer's soul is fused to the victim's in an enduring spiral before encased in an object. Part of the victim is allowed to move on but it is incomplete leaving behind a strained residue whenever they exist in our world. You can sense it, can't you? Albus took a step towards Remus who was partially turned away now trying to stop the nauseating bubbling in his back of his throat.
"I believe Orion was using this to communicate with the other victims used to create the Horcrux and by doing so, locate them. That is why the residue lingers around the frame and why Remus is so affected." Albus concluded before returning the frame to the wall with a flick of his wand.
“If he knew for all those years that this was happening, why didn’t he do something sooner?” Sirius was dumbfounded. How could Orion not tell anyone anything about this?
Albus's usually curious eyes shifted into a much sharper gaze. "You said you went through this." Dumbledore whispered, almost accusatory, like something darkly desperate was slithering inside of him. “You saw your brother and father. Where did they take you? Did they show you anything? Anywhere?” Urgency bathed his voice. “Did your father show you what he had collected?”
It was in that moment that Sirius answered his own question. If Orion had told anyone, then there would be too many questions and too many loose ends. Plus, if Orion was experiencing the agonising deaths of all those who died to create the Dark Lord's immortality, it was unlikely something he'd one to share. Sirius didn't even want to share his own experience behind the veil in great detail and that most likely paled in comparison to what Orion would've endured.
"We only spoke and I sat with me as he died.” Sirius voice carried a mechanical undertone.
“Right. Well, if you encounter anything else unusual in this house, you are to inform me as a matter of grave importance. I may require you to re-enter the painting when I call for it. Do you understand?” Dumbledore's voice shifted back into a wispy and curious tone, but the sense of authority remained embedded in every syllable.
“Yes, Albus. I understand.” Sirius offered the old wizard a slow nod.
Albus turned back to Remus who was starting to clutch at his hair like he could stem the mounting pressure building in his brain. "Come, Remus. You look like you could do with some rest." Albus placed a hand on Remus's back and disapparated them away from 12 Grimmauld Place.
The reader is a librarian and works at the local library. There she met a guy named Orion( optimus in holo form as a secret experiment of dwelling among humans) and often talked to him about things. She is also a part of team prime and has a huge crush on Optimus but never approaches him for obvious reasons. So she confines with Orion about her feelings for optimus and makes him aware of her feelings for which he feels guilty and starts to see her in a different light
Now comes another guy into the picture
I want u to make Optimus jealous as hell enough to make him confess his feelings with a passionate kiss which will cause her to faint in his arms.
Ps: make him panic as she faints in his arms and later being chewed out by Rachet as it seems he has broken her by that kiss
Optimus was unsure where to go in the human town. He'd driven through a few times, but now that he was of the appropriate size to enter buildings, he didn't know which one to go to. There were just so many and he didn't want to get it wrong.
Perhaps it was luck or fate, but he found his way to a large building with a sign posted above labeling it saying 'Public Library'. He may not know a lot about human things, but he at least knows what a library is. He also knows someone who works there.
He entered and instantly saw you sitting at the desk. Your familiar face instantly soothed his unease about being in unfamiliar territory. He walked over to the desk about to greet you as he would normally back at the base. You looked up and spotted him.
"Hi, how can I help you today?" You smiled sweetly. You had not seen this man before, you wondered if perhaps he was new to town.
It took Optimus only a second to remember he was wearing a different face, you did not know what his holoform looked like, so it made sense that you did not recognize him. He was about to explain it was him, Optimus. But then remembered Ratchet telling him not to tell anyone. They didn't need anyone recognizing their holoforms as it could ruin their cover.
"Just browsing." Optimus smiled back.
"Let me know if you need any help finding something." You said, then got back to your duties.
Optimus was happy to see you, you were always so kind and helpful. He wandered around the library for a little, reading through a few that looked interesting. Mostly about Earth's history, or politics. Eventually, he found his way back to your desk.
"Find everything you were looking for?" You asked.
"Actually, I was wondering, if you could recommend something." Optimus asked.
"Sure, what genre are you looking for?"
"What's your favorite?"
"Oh that's a tough one." You laughed. "There are so many good choices. But let's see." You walked away from the desk, walking through the shelves of books. You scanned over each book until you found one.
"Here. I think this is a pretty good one for someone who is open to anything." You handed over the book. Optimus took the book from your hand gently.
"Thank you."
You smiled and headed back to your desk. Optimus found a seat and began reading. After many years of being a clerk, Optimus was a very fast reader. And a couple of hours later, he was done. He took the book back over to you.
"This was a great recommendation, I enjoyed it." Optimus stated.
"You're done already?" You were shocked. Optimus nodded. "Wow, you read faster than I do. Uhm, I am glad you liked it. This author has a few more if you like."
"Thank you." Optimus chuckled. He had never been complimented on his reading ability before.
"What's your name?" You asked. Optimus had a slight panic, unable to think of any human names.
"Orion."
"Nice to meet you. Are you new to town?" You greeted.
"I am. I just moved here. What about you?" Optimus tried to direct the conversation back to you, hoping it would stop you from asking too many questions.
"No, I've been here my whole life." You answered.
"Do you enjoy working here?"
"I do. I love books and reading, so this is pretty much a dream job for me. What do you do?"
"I'm a clerk," Optimus replied, using some semi-truth as he used to be. So he didn't feel like he was lying to you. "What else do you do around here?"
"I generally spend time with my friends after work."
Optimus wondered if you were talking about him and the other Autobots. Or perhaps some human friends he didn't know about.
"Well it was really nice to meet you, but I'm afraid I have to close up." You apologized.
"Of course. Have a good night." Optimus left and headed back to base. It wasn't long until you arrived at the base as well. Optimus smiled as he saw you, he wanted to talk to you about the book he read. But he knew he had to keep his holoform activities a secret.
For the next week, Optimus kept going to the library, reading books that you suggested. Then he would go to the front desk to discuss them with you. He enjoyed your time together and found that you both had a lot more in common than he originally thought.
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Once again he entered the library, your happy face bringing a smile to his.
"You look very happy today." He commented as you seemed much chipper than before.
"Oh, well I guess I am." You giggled.
"May I ask why?" Optimus was intregued. He had spoken to you yesterday in his bot form, about other things. But you seemed like your normal self. And now you seem a lot more bubbly.
"Well, uh. It's this guy that I like. I spent ages with him yesterday, and it was just a really good time. It was so nice to spend some time with him and talk to him. It's kind of rare getting alone time with him, so it was amazing." You explained. Optimus wondered who you were talking about, and who was the mystery guy you enjoyed spending time with.
"That sounds like a pleasant time. Is this someone you are fond of?" Optimus was intrigued to know more about someone who could make you grin so much. You blushed in response.
"I guess you could say that yes. I really like him, you could say I have a little crush on him." You brushed some hair behind your ear, a nervous habit. The thought of your crush makes you blush more. "It's kind of funny, and a coincidence really but his name begins with O too."
Optimus thought about it, it must really be a coincidence that you knew so many people with an O name. Then it began to click, was it possible you meant him. Maybe, but he had to be sure.
"What's he like?" Optimus asked.
"Tall, smart, he's a wise leader that takes care of his friends and looks out for everyone. Really trustworthy and just someone you can look up to." You sighed, picturing Optimus as the tall bot you knew.
Optimus blushed, he didn't know you viewed him like that. Or that you felt that way about him, but he felt flattered. He could see the way you smiled as you thought about him, and it made him feel warm and happy.
"Have you thought about telling him?"
"Oh no, I couldn't! I don't think he feels the same way, and I don't want to ruin anything." You admitted. "I am content just being around him."
Optimus thought you were so sweet, and they way you blushed when you talked about him was cute.
"Anyway, would you like another book recommendation?" You asked, changing the subject.
"Yes, please."
Later that night, at base Optimus couldn't keep his eyes off you. He kept thinking about how you felt, and how guilty he felt that he knew, but you could never know. Optimus watched you more closely, watching the way your face lit up when you saw him, the way you fidgeted with your clothes when you spoke to him. They way you sounded happier and livelier when you spoke to him than with the other bots. It was all adorable. As he watched you and listened to your voice and your lovely laugh, his spark began to tingle. His frame heated up, in a Cybertronian form of a blush. He had to excuse himself to calm himself down. It didn't take long for him to realize he was starting to have feelings for you.
The next day at the library he saw you again, your bright smiling face illuminated the room and made him enamored. He wanted to say something but couldn't. He couldn't tell you who he was. He was worried telling you who he was after all this time may upset you, as it may seem like he was lying to you this whole time. And he did not want to upset you.
Optimus walked straight over to the books, distracting himself with trying to find something to read. He wanted to talk to you, but he knew talking to you would make his spark beat fast. Optimus grabbed a random book and took it, going to use it as an excuse to start a conversation. Then he heard you laugh, a loud joyful laugh that made him feel fuzzy and warm. He smiled and walked to the front, only to find you talking to another human male.
The man was leaning on the desk, talking to you. You laughed as he spoke. Optimus felt a rush of jealousy, something he had not felt for many years. At first, he was not going to do or say anything, he knew how you felt about him. The human male could not sway your mind so easily. But then the man touched your shoulder and tried to lean in towards you. Optimus quickly scurried over and began pulling you away.
"Orion? Is everything ok?" You asked as you were dragged from the desk towards the back of the library.
Optimus thought about the words he was about to say, wanting it to be perfect.
"I want to apologize, I had to keep this a secret to make sure my cover was safe. And that you would be kept safe from not knowing. But I can't keep it secret anymore. I have to tell you because I have to tell you how I feel. It is me, Optimus, this is my holoform. I'm sorry I have deceived you, but I have to tell you now because I want you to know that I have come to be very fond of you. Over these last few weeks I have seen you in a brighter light, you have shown me how truly beautiful and amazing you are and I have fallen for you." Optimus then gently cupped your face in his hands and pulled you forward into a loving and passionate kiss.
He pulled back to see your shocked face. A split second later you fainted, falling into his arms. Optimus caught you, slowly lowering you to the floor. He panicked, having no idea what happened. He was terrified he had done something wrong and hurt you. He quickly picked you up and rushed outside, to his truck mode. He placed you inside and quickly raced you back to base. He quickly transformed, asking Ratchet to look you over, as he gently held you in his servos.
You were still unconscious while Ratchet demanded to know what happened and what Optimus did to cause you to be unconscious. Ratchet's telling off made Optimus feel worse about the situation. He should have known better than to ambush you like that.
Eventually, you woke up. Coming too on an empty berth with Optimus sitting by your side. He smiled as he watched you open your eyes.
"Did you confess to me?" You asked, your voice quiet as you slowly came to.
"I did." Optimus admitted, feeling guilty. "I am sorry. I shouldn't have."
"No, I am glad you did. And I am glad I didn't just dream it." You sat up, now fully awake. You scooched closer to Optimus and placed your hand on his servo. "I feel the same way. But I guess you already know that." You laughed.
Optimus smiled, glad that you were not angry at him. Thankful that you still felt the same way about him. After all this, he was glad he decided to go into the library as his holoform. It turned out to be one of the best choices he ever made.
Just thinking about how mean Orion can get!!:( Especially when you've been such a brat lately!!! So now he has you in his lap, making you get him off first!! All while you carry an untouched glass of wine in your hands!! All you have to do is keep bouncing and rolling your hips, making sure you don't spill a single drop of wine, and then he will give you as many orgasms as you want!!! But if you do spill, you won't be allowed to cum for two weeks!!:( But you just can't make him feel as good as you normally do with all your focus being on the cup!! So much so that both of your hands have to cradle the wine-filled glass, that's a little too full for your liking and your pace constantly faltering with the number of abrupt stops you make!!:( Ofc he'll give you a spank to your thigh and tell you to speed it up!!! You will, until you start whining that you just can't do it right without spilling. So he'll give you a playful roll of his eyes and pluck the chalice out of your hands to take a sip and then place it back. He doesn't wanna tell you that he's gonna turn you into a dumbed-out overstimulated mess, that'll just ruin the fun!!:(
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⊹ ۪ ࣪ ᥫ᭡ verseless orion ⊹ ۪ ࣪
. ˚◞꒰ 🍪 abyssal angel x reader, dragon x reader, cw: smut, overstimulation, reader gets soaked in wine ꒱
oh my dear, it is the second.
the second that he sees that single drop of the red, almost blood hued wine, spill from the chalice. felt your breath hitch and your heart almost stop. he all but chuckled, watched as your eyes flicked to his with regret.
“please—” you whimper, tears prickling at the corners of your eyes.
fuck you are pretty mess, aren’t you? he can barely handle it. a small groan rumbles deep in his throat as he takes the chalice in his hand and spills the rest of the wine on the both of you.
hand carelessly throwing away the precious cup to the side.
gods, the gasp you let out when the liquid trickles down your chest has his head spinning with hunger.
“stop whimpering.” he whispers against your lips. hands gripping your thighs firmly and bringing your closer to him.
sharp teeth coming out to bite at the bottom of your lip and bring them closer to his. one hand on the small of your back now while the other moves to cradle the back of your head.
his lips meet yours in a frenzied, heated, open mouthed kiss. swallowing all of the noises and moans you let out as he begins bouncing you on his dick. enjoying the feel of your spasming legs, and the soft plaps of your thighs against his.
and your wet cunt takes him so well, leaking and squelching around him so perfectly.
“look at how fucking greedy she is, wants to get pounded huh? wanna give me some easy access?” he hisses into your ear and chuckles softly.
“fuckin’ whore.”
oh the whine you let out at his mean words. threatening you he’d not let you cum for two weeks first and then showing you it was all lies and deciet.
you could see the outline of his cock in your tummy. the sight of the bulge almost makes you dizzy,
the sudden hand on your pelvis doesn’t help either. it leaves you squirting your cum mixed with his out of you.
Could you do Orion, Talbott and Barnaby being introduce to Mc parents as her boyfriend?
thank you anon! :) (i like how all three of these boys have parent issues oops)
orion: despite his usual calm disposition, orion is so nervous. he doesn't have much experience with parents (oof) but he's always been told he's great with talking to adults. since orion is so mature and well-rounded, mc's parents feel like they don't have to worry about her dating him
talbott: he's panicking before meeting mc's parents, trying to find ways to cancel or postpone. the idea of them knowing that you have a boyfriend is embarrassing for him because he's so shy about pda and romance. luckily, mc's parents appreciate how talbott is being such a gentleman (literally avoiding holding your hand) and know they can trust him
barnaby: always the optimist, barnaby is excited to meet mc's folks and see what loving parents look like.. no literally. he can't wait to tell them how much he loves mc, he's so proud to be her boyfriend. mc's parents love how happy and giggly barnaby makes her, and they know she'll be a good academic influence on him
