Summary: Orion Pax has been your personal Knight, swore to you since you were 20. Years pass and you natively fall in love with him. On your 25th birthday, you discover the truth … Orion is actually Optimus, one of the 13 Primes and he only accepted to be your personal guard to be close to your evil step sister. Optimus loves her, not you.
MEDIEVAL-CYBERTRONIAN AU: Cybertronians landed on Earth many years ago and integrated themselves in human society, eventually gaining status and power. They are an equal to humans and romantic relationships with Cybertronians (although rare and most of the time reserved only for the high class) are accepted by society. Most noble families wish for their sons/daughters to marry a Cybertronian. But most Cybertronians are secluded and Sparkmate each other. More will be explained in the story.
The Last Knight Optimus x Female Reader (Maybe Megatron x Reader later)
2.5k words. Arranged Marriage/ Knight & Princess? Idk just read it yall
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You ran through the gardens of the castle to get to your room.
You wanted all of this to be a bad dream but the pain in your heels made you realize that this was in fact, reality.
The personnel just watched as you ran past them, some calling your name and others with a worried expression in their faces.
Finally, you reached your room and immediately, closed the door behind you, locked it and buried yourself in your bed.
You had listen to it all.
Orion, your knight, the bot that you loved … loved someone else.
Your step-sister.
She had finally stolen everything that was once yours. Your childhood, your dresses, your pets, your room, your place in court, your family and now him.
It would have been fine if Orion had loved another woman but why did it have to be her? That same woman who killed your pet when you were only seven and she was ten. Nobody believed you. Your father even striked you for telling lies and believing the lies that your step-mother would say about you.
“She’s a bad child.”
“She bullies Elizabeth.”
“She disrespects her elders.”
After your mother died, your father remarried. More out of duty than for actual love. He was a good man but he never grieved properly. He is out of the castle most of the time. Traveling to foreign lands to expand the family business. You would see him two times out of the year, maybe three if you were lucky.
And so your stepmother was in charge of everything and had the final say while he was gone.
“My lady?”
You hear his voice from behind the door.
“I was informed by the personnel that you ran through the corridors, looking distressed … I would like to confirm your well-being if you allow me.”
A couple of years ago, in one of his travels, your father had saved the life of Zeta Prime. As a thank you, Zeta Prime sent Orion Pax, a guard of the Primes, to serve the Starlight Family. Your father, seeing that you had been alone for many years, decided to give him to you as your loyal Knight.
But that was all a lie.
Orion was Optimus, the 13th Prime and he became your Knight to be close to your sister.
You had heard him talk to Jazz, his best friend about it. In deep detail.
“Oh my Elizabeth! She’s good and kind! Gentle! I cannot live without her! I need to see her, to know that she’s safe! I cannot do this anymore, Jazz! I have even engraved her initials inside my chassis, she’s the one Jazz! I would give up on my title of Optimus Prime if that meant I could have her. She is my sparkmate and I’ll be bonded to her!”
“My lady, could you please answer my calls?”
His voice is worried and you hate him for it. Because it's all a lie. All of it.
“Go away!”
You scream and your voice cracks as the tears overflow.
“My lady please! Just tell me what's wrong … Do not make me break your privacy.”
His voice is louder, more anxious.
“I command you to leave me alone!”
There’s a long silence after that.
“As you wish, my lady.”
He left after that.
Oh, how much you wished all of this was a nightmare. How much you wished you had not heard that conversation. Being unaware of the truth. Believing that Orion was still your Orion and not some mighty Prime.
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It was one of those rare days in which you were invited to a council meeting. Your step-sister had long ago taken your place and your opinion mattered too little.
Today you wore a blue dress. Your family’s colors were white and gold but you stopped wearing them the moment your sister decided to wear them too. Not because it was improper but because you wanted to feel like at least something 'belonged' exclusively to you.
It has been a couple of days since you last saw Orion, you had released him for a week of his duties which he didn’t care much about either. He was enjoying his time with Elizabeth and you for sure didn’t want to interrupt.
“It is time the daughters of the Starlight family part ways and marry … this meeting is to decide the fate of the two sisters.”
Of course, the only reason why the council would invite you to a meeting was to talk about your arranged marriage.
“Now there are two prospects we are seeking into … Lord Megatron, leader of the Decepticons, is looking for a wife.”
Lord Megatron had the reputation for being a cruel leader. A Cybertonian with power that equals the Primes. It is said that every time he tried courting someone, they would deny him due to his cruel ways. He lives in solitude in his kingdom with the rest of the Decepticons.
“And … there’s the rumour that the 13th Prime, Optimus Prime, is also looking for a partner.”
There’s a collective gasp in the room. Your stepmother and sister looked at each other excitedly while the other members of the council shared a knowing look.
Nobody knew who the 13th Prime was. It was a mystery that only the Primes knew. But it was said that he was a beautiful and gentle bot.
But you knew that truth. It was Orion. And it all started to make sense.
“Of course, a marriage between the Primes and the Starlight House would be extremely beneficial,” said the Master of the Meeting. “Of course, I would expect that Lady Victoria Starlight will carefully examine each of her daughters and choose wisely which daughter she would like to propose as a prospective wife for the bachelors.”
You didn’t even have to look at your step-mother to know that your fate was sealed.
And at this point … nothing matters anymore.
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“So, how does it feel knowing you’ll marry the worst Cybertronian in the entire world?”
You walk through the gardens to have some peace of mind but it seemed like Elizabeth had plans to interrupt that.
“At least I will be free from this place,” you say without keeping a steady face, yet not looking at her.
“But won’t you miss your dear Orion? I thought you loved him,” she said in a mocking voice. “Oh wait … He loves me! Did you know he climbed Mount Angel just to get me my favorite flower?”
Mount Angel was an extremely dangerous place, even for Cybertronians. But knowing Orion, he probably didn’t even care about his safety. He only cared about getting that flower for Elizabeth.
The gardens extended all the way to the horse stables where you could see the caretakers from afar, taking the horses for a stretch and practice.
You made a slight turn and looked at the rose bushes. They have started to wither. These were your mothers favorites and you took extremely care of them. Seeing them like this wrenched your heart, especially because you didn’t know why they started to die.
“Ugh, I knew I should've used a stronger poison,” your sister said as she looked at the roses. “They didn’t die soon enough like your mother.”
Angered, you turn around and slap Elizabeth and she falls to the ground.
“(Reader)!”
The two of you turn only to find Orion running towards the two of you.
“How dare you hurt her! She’s your sister!”
"Not by blood, at least." You thought. "Only by law."
Orion helps Elizabeth stand up. Pretending to hold back tears, she holds onto Orion as if her life depended on it.
Of course, he would take her side.
“Please Orion, do not be angry with my sister!” Elizabeth pleaded, looking straight at his optics and he was bewitched by her. “I spoke without asking for permission first … I shouldn’t have done that—”
Suddenly, a loud neigh is heard. A horse was fast approaching the three of you.
Orion didn’t even hesitate to pick up Elizabeth and save her from the danger.
In the commotion, the horse brushed past you. The impact made you land in the ground aggressively, making you hit your head and quickly fall into a heavy slumber.
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When you woke up, Orion was on his knees next to your bed.
It's been a long while since you ended up in the nursery room. Your head still hurt but at least you could still see with clarity.
When you looked over to Orion, he had that same faceplate. One full of shame and embarrassment. You had seen this face before. Once when he read a poem to you, written by him, a story about a knight falling in love with a princess. Little did you know that he wrote that poem for Elizabeth.
“My lady … I did not full-fill my duty to protect you—”
“Shut up,” you tell him. “I do not want to hear it.”
Looking at him is painful. You want to cry. You want to tell him the truth. That you know everything … but what good would that make? That won’t change his feelings. If anything, it would only push him to confess to your sister sooner. And the only thing you want to do now is to simply leave quietly. To free Orion from his duty and just leave to the Decepticon Kingdom to never be seen again.
And you will do just that but in due time.
“If you wish to punish me … I’ll accept anything to wish to rely on me,” Orion said. “But I beg you, do not punish your sister for my lack of discipline.”
Even after everything, his mind and spark still thought of your sister. A part of you wanted to yell at him, to tell him to go away and leave you alone forever. But how could you be angry at him when his only sin was to love?
“Orion,” you sign heavily. “Do you care for me? Even if it's just a little?”
His optics show indignation, as if he can’t believe you had just asked him such a thing. Still on his knees, he keeps his gaze on you.
“I will lay my life for you if you asked me to, my lady–”
“Then why don’t you act like it?”
Optimus looks side to side, a clear sign that he was about to tell you something important.
“Permission to talk informally?”
“Permission granted.”
He stands up and walks towards your bed where he sits next to you. Things like this had become normal between the two of you. Even occasional touching of shoulders , of course, never skin. But the two of you had gone through so much that the act of not being close could even be considered rude.
“I’ve just been distracted. My house is forcing me to marry soon and I am just worried about who my future wife will be.”
Liar. You thought. But it wasn’t a complete lie, Elizabeth is the one he wanted … but what if Zeta Prime wanted him to marry someone else? Someone like him should marry a princess. You don’t see why the King would be opposed to having one of his daughters marry a Prime.
“Sometimes I forget that you still belong to the Prime House … even if you are not a Prime,” you lie.
“Well, I sometimes wish I wasn’t … I could choose someone I love if I weren’t.”
“I don’t think that’s what worries you … Is it something else?”
Somehow, you always had the ability to read his mind. It was something he loved about you. The unspoken understanding you had of him.
“... What if I am not good enough for her?”
You look at his optics and you know he wanted to tell you the truth. He can’t keep his gaze when he lies. But he looks troubled and your heart aches. You didn’t want him to hurt.
You wore gloves all the time, and too often have touched his faceplate. Today, you do the same. Softly you caress his metal and make him turn to look at you once again.
“Do you remember the first time we met?”
You ask him and he quietly nods.
“You were very nervous and you were terrible … terrible guard,” you say with a smile, remembering the times when Orion didn’t know the basics of chivalry. Walking on the other side of the road, offering his hand when you step down of a carriage, carrying you carelessly from one place to the other.
“You made a lot of mistakes but you learned from them,” you said. “And now you are the most famous Knight in all of the Seven Celestial Kingdoms.
He closes his optics to focus on your touch. Yes, you wore gloves and he always wondered what your skin would feel like. Soft, he imagined and very, very warm.
“You will make mistakes but as long as you learn from them … I am sure your future wife will love you, no matter what.”
As you kept his gaze, you understood that you loved him. You truly did. He is kind and gentle and fights for what he believes is right. He might love your sister, but that’s not his fault. Maybe she’ll change once they marry, Orion’s kindness could rub off to anyone.
From what he was saying, it seemed the Primes wanted him to marry someone else. Someone of a higher status, you assumed.
You had accepted your fate. But that doesn’t mean Orion has to. You’ll help him marry your sister and then you’ll marry Lord Megatron and live a quiet life, content to know that Orion will live a happy life.
Orion held your hand and gently kissed it. His gratitude eternal, his devotion pure.
May this be your final act of love.
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--- PART 2 ---
A/N: I watched a Chinese drama with this premise …. So I had to write it. Since the Cybertronians arrived early on human history, I thought that humans would be more involved in the cosmos … that’s why I plan for everything to have a “space-related- medivial” theme to it. More will be developed later … maybe. I really need to go back to writing my other fics :(((
... Am I cooked gang? Might drop like a bomb on y'all's lap.
Also keep in mind this is Yandere bullshit sooo. Ehe-
We love torturing Y/N in this house. 🗣😳😈
The Mood board for the whole fuckass story in a nutshell.
Ps: I'm sorry I haven't posted jack shit, life gripped me by my girl balls and twisted it, I'm literally trying me best to get my shit together for y'all. 🫰
Hi, it's me again, the Last Unicorn Anom, I forgot to add this part from the movie because I couldn't find the script, but I got it now!
"You are an idiot! Do you hear me? You've lost her! You've trapped her in a human body! She'll go mad!"
" What have you done to me? I'm a unicorn! I'm a unicorn! I'm a unicorn! I wish you had let the Red Bull take me. I wish you had left me to the harpy!- I can feel this body dying all around me!" (For context a wizard forced the Unicorn into a human body. Unicorns are immortal, forever young, never suffering. Now she feels her body aging and living all around her soul and mind. But she can't do anything about it or she'll die. This matches Vehicon Reader so much with how they/he can still feel their mortal body inside the Vehicon one. They feel both alive and dead.)
(leaping in joy rn. Also have y'all seen creature commandos by chance?)
Vehicon y/n actually did die as he was being hooked up to his new body but came back to life because this was after they learned from starscream that energon is basically what they use to live and that was basically injected into y/n's body to the point slowly y/n is becoming reliant on his new body that taking him out would kill him without the constant flowing of energon in his system and now having energon keeping him alive. His body will never age like a regular humans, he is forced this immortality as he doesn’t know that once cybertron is repaired that he’ll have to go, he doesn’t know he can’t stay because is more cybertronian than human but he feels a small part of him still connected to earth, he feels his heart ache and his human body slowly wasting away in him till he eventually is the vehicon body that he’ll live in, he’s scared and just wants someone to hold close. Similar to the last unicorn, he can feel his body dying all around him, his near death experience had let him see his mortality as now he is forced to be immortal because of Silas.
Plus I as I will say it again. You all know that scene where in Steven universe where pearl was thinking of taking Stevens gem out, thinking rose was trapped in that form. Well y/n has thought of that and he thought it was a solution so basically to tear his human body out to be free but if he did then bro. It would be like a horror movie scene.
(Also separate from transformers prime and time for a dumb yandere bayverse transformers head canon)
I like to think of yandere bayverse transformers cause like you saw how the all spark gives life to any electronic thing and I imagine just y/n's cellphone end up coming to life and y/n just stands there like "sorry, I couldn't answer your calls, my phone just jumped out of my hands to help fight the decepticons" and Sam (or Cabe) doesn't believe it and then sees y/n's fucking phone come running back and just climb into y/n's pocket and transform back into a regular phone. I really just like the dumb idea of y/n having to deal with their phone being a autobot.
(that's all for my yap session but if you guys like that please don't be shy and request your ideas for stories or y/n's. But for now please stay safe and drink water!)
A/n : Transformers have been worming its way into me and I am not a really big TF fan but I want to be one, I don't know where to start with the comics. Anyways ...Imma drop this shit down lmao. Also, everything is random and won't follow the comics or anything.
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Synopsis : A human explorer, lost in space with a goal to find her missing crew and find a way back home.
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You're panting heavily as you run down the dark corridor. Blood is seeping from the wound on your side but it is something you don't want to worry about.
Firstly, you don't know where you are and also you have been attacked and kidnapped by humanoid robots. Your vision is still blurry but you have to keep running. Whatever weird drug they have injected in you is strong but it won't deter you.
Three giant robots appear and block your way with tasers in their hands. You dodge their attempt to electrocute you, you jump and give one of them a strong kick on the side sending them flying to his comrade. You turn to the other one as he shouts at you before charging towards you. You dive under him and push him to the wall. You grab the taser from his hands and shove it between the gap under his rib, he lets out a gurgle scream as smoke comes out from his vents before dropping to the ground.
You hear shouting in strange languages, you quickly turn around and run.
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Heavy footsteps can be heard echoing through the corridor, you've hidden yourself in one of the crates in the storage rooms that they do not even bother to check. When you think the coast is clear, you crawl out of the crates and try to find your way out.
Your body flinches in pain every time you take a step, you clutch your side while your other hand presses against the wall, to avoid falling.
'This is...bad..' you thought.
Through your blurry vision, your eyes see the light. Is it...the exit? You slowly climb the stairs and make your way out. You walk around blindly until you stumble across an alleyway, you lean against the wall and slowly sit down.
'I'm going to die from blood loss....' you thought. You look up at the sky, wondering how your crew are doing and you hope that you gave them time to escape.
In the corner of your eyes, you see white and red. They drop on their knees and call out for you, but their voices are drowned out as you start to lose consciousness. You feel your body drop to the side as a pair of arms caught you before you hit your head on the ground.
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It is rare for Ratchet to be out here at this time, mostly he would spend his days within the med bay drowning himself with endless piles of work. This is an occasion where he goes out to find stuff that he needs on this planet. He could ask the other bots to get it for him but he prefers to get those certain items by himself and doesn't trust other bots with the task.
As the red and white bot walks around, two bots rush past him in a frantic manner. "Argh! It got away! The boss are gonna kill us!" one of them says. "With that injury, it won't run far. Let's keep on looking" the other replies as they run off.
Ratchet quirks an eyebrow, what was that about? Oh, well. It is not something he needs to be concerned about. As Ratchet turns around the corner, his pede steps on something wet and sticky. He cringes at the sticky feeling and looks down, hopefully he doesn't step on something disgusting.
His optics widen at the sight of familiar liquid...
Blood....
He kneels down and inspects the blood, his optics follow the trail which leads to a dark alley way. He stands right back up and carefully walks over to the alley, his optics widen at the sight of a human leaning against the wall.
He rush over to them "Hey, are you alright?" he asked, it was a human female. He could see a deep gash on the side of her stomach, it seems something had impaled her and she's losing consciousness. Her eyes roll back as she falls to the side. Ratchet catches her in time before she hits her head and holds her in his arms, "Stay with me!" he calls out to her.
It's not good. She's losing blood.
He picks her up and quickly makes his way to the ship. He enters the med bay alerting First Aid and Ambulon, "Ratchet, what's happening and wait- is that a human?" Ambulon gasps at the sight of the human in Ratchet's arms.
The medic sets the human on the berth and starts treating her wound, he lifts her clothes and reveals the deep gash on her side. "Oh, Primus...what happened? Where did you find her?" First Aid questions, wondering what had happened to the human to be in such a state.
"I found her in the alleyway" Ratchet replied, his optics scans her body and sees that her wrists and neck have bruises on them, the signs of struggles and it seems she was restrained.
Ratchet wonders how she's still alive with such injuries, the old medic knows about organic life forms since he has lived long enough to study how their anatomy works and will try his best to fix her.
and he hopes that she'll live....
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Ratchet wipes away the blood from his servos, seemingly in deep thoughts. He had transferred and laid the human on a much more comfortable berth so she could get as much rest as she needed. She is fatigued and starts to show signs of fever. All it needs is to keep her in check for the next hour.
First Aid is standing next to the berth, and has a worried look on his face. "She will be fine, First Aid" Ratchet assures the bot. Ratchet turns to his data pad, he gives the human a few glances before focusing his optics back to his data pad.
"Ratchet, am I seeing things or that the human is.... larger...?" Ambulon speaks up. Yes, there is something unusual about the human. A normal human would be around 5-7 feet but she is three times the height. Which was unusual, no humans can be that tall...
Unless....
Ratchet stays quiet for a moment, he puts away his data pad. Could it be that she came from a different universe? There is a possibility, space travel can do a lot of things and there are chances to get sent into a different universe.
Then, he remembers the two bots he comes across. Were they looking for her? Are they traffickers? He heard about cybertronians selling humans in auctions, it was cruel and unforgiving. To take someone away from their home, sell them for money and she has become one of those unfortunate victims.
"How are we going to tell the others that we have a human in the med bay? and a...well a big one too" question Ambulon. "I will handle it, for now we let her recover" Ratchet said. If the captain heard that there's a human in the ship and the said human is the size of a bot, he would flip in excitement and will bombard him with questions like a bullet train. He doesn't want that to happen....
"I'm going to get a few things from the cargo and Ambulon, follow me" he said, optics fall on the human's blood covered clothes, there are clothes within the cargo hold but he isn't sure if there's one for her size. He turns to First Aid, "Keep an eye on her and make sure nobody comes in except us" Ratchet said, First Aid nods as the two bots leave the med bay.
First Aid turns his attention to the human, he gently holds her hand.
"Get well soon" he said.
Timeskip
First Aid occupies himself with his own work, staring into the vial filled with energon. While he is working, the human on the berth starts waking up. A groan escapes her lips, causing the medic to turn his head instantly. Both eyes collide with each other, blue visors looking into (e/c) eyes that is filled with shock.
"Ah, you're awake! I'm so glad-" the human picks up the closest thing to her which was the monitor and throws it to the medic, catching him by surprise. He caught the monitor before it hit him.
He sees the human slip past him in the corner of his visor, "Hey, wait! No!" he shouts out to the human. Hey, at least he locks the door—
BAM!
First Aid stands there, trying to process of what just happened. 'Did...she just...' he stares at the broken door. The medic snaps out of his thoughts before running after her, he had to admit that the human is fast on her feet!
She's already down the hall before turning around the corner.
As soon First Aid reaches the corner, the human is already gone. He presses his finger on his comm link to contact the medic officer.
"Sir...I have good news and bad news. It's about the human....the good news is, she woke up and the bad news is....." First Aid takes a breath.
"She ran away..." he said.
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The moment you wake up, you are shocked to see the change of environment. Instead of a dirty alleyway, it was a room that is similar to a hospital. You hear something and the moment you turn your head, you see a red and white robot talking to you with a smile on his face.
You don't understand what language he's talking about but it is similar to the sound of an engine or machines. The moment the robot starts approaching you, your first instinct was to throw something at him which caught him off guard and you sprint past him.
You have to get out and find your crew.
You skid to a stop when you pass by a large window, you look out and gasp. "Shit! How in the world am I going back?!" you finally realised that you are now on a ship that's floating in outer space. You know nothing about space but you know that there is no air out there and you will die once you step out of this ship.
You hear a gasp, you crane your neck to your left and see a short white and red bot. He is shorter than you and has a bulky frame. The bot start stammering at the sight of you. You couldn't see his eyes since it's hidden behind blue visors but surely he is shocked at the sight of you.
"A-A—human"
"...."
"A human!?!" he shrieked. Wait, did he speak in human language?! You pin him against the wall, caging him with your taller frame. "Tell me, what is this place?" you hiss at him, the robot freezes at the interaction.
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Swerve was on his way back to his berthroom after a long day at the bar, it has been a long day and he wants to recharge. As he walks down the hall, his optics spot something down the hall.
Upon coming closer, he instantly froze. His body locks itself at the sight of a human. A really big human female to be precise, he could see her clearly. She has (s/c) skin, round (e/c) eyes with long eyelashes and has (h/c) hair that tucked underneath a marine cap.
How did the human get on the ship? Swerve started spouting words at the sight of the human, he was surprised.
The human notices his presence and cranes her neck to his direction, both locked in an intense gaze. "A human!?!" he yells and in a flash, the bartender gets pins to the wall which causes him to squeak at the sudden 'attack'.
The human is glaring down at him, eyes narrowing as she grits her teeth. "Tell me, what is this place?" she asked. He doesn't know what to feel about this situation.
Being caged in by a large human is something....
"You're in...our ship...." Swerve answer, "And where is it heading?" she asked again. "Well, nowhere in particular....as for now" he said. The gaze from the human becomes intense and Swerve feels his body froze like a statue and he couldn't look away from her eyes. Something about them prevents him from looking away. She closes her eyes as she cusses under her breath.
His body relaxes after she turns her gaze away from him, his optics land on her side and see blood staining her clothes.
"You're injured" he said. He notices that she looks weak and he could see that she's not doing well. Her face is flush red and she is sweating.
The human looks down at her clothes, she lifts clothes to take a look at her wounds to see it was covered in bandages. Blood already soaked the bandages after she ran away and might have reopened her wounds.
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You hold your head, you don't feel well. After countless days within the cell and barely eating or drinking anything have weakened your body. With the wound, it makes it worse.
You can feel the concern gaze coming from the robot as you lean on the wall. The robot hesitates to touch you, you know he wants to help.
"I...need...to find...my crew..." you pant through heavy breathing. Turning your head to the robot, "Please....they...need me.." you said before falling to the cold floor as you feel your consciousness slip away.
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Swerve watches as the human falls on to the floor with a loud thud, he panics and goes to her side. "Hey! Are you alright? F**k! Of course you are not—Swerve you are so dumb!" the bot says, smacking his head. He shakes her body gently, trying to wake her up but to no avail.
There's nobody within range and everyone already returned to their berthroom to recharge. The only bot that can help is...
Ratchet— yeah, that's it!
He gently scoops her into his arms as he sprint towards the med bay.
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"You lost her?!" groan Ratchet who is in disbelief. First Aid drops his head slightly, "I'm sorry, I did lock the door but didn't expect her to kick it open" he said. The door is indeed broken but that is something not to worry about, they have to find the human quickly before the others find out.
"How are we going to find her? She could be hiding anywhere on the ship" Ambulon speaks up, First Aid turns to him. "We can use the security camera to find her" he suggests.
"I'm sure she doesn't get too far" Ratchet sighs, feeling worried about the human's condition.
At some point, they need to alert the crew about the human's whereabouts. Some may not be happy, like Prowl. Some may be concerned and some might become excited.
"Let's find her before she—"
"Guys! I need help and I'm sure you're going to freak out as I am—" a certain bot comes in, all three medics turn to the bot at the door.
"There's a human on the ship!" he said. It was Swerve with the unconscious human in his arms.
Silence.....
"Why are you guys not...freaking out?" the bartender question, filling up the awkward silence.
Alrighty the transformers x reader has won the poll! who do you want it written with?
'But even within this twisted embrace, there remains a flicker of hope – a whisper of salvation that their bond might offer something more than just survival.'
Story: Based on @revelboo Soft AU where the Cybertronians have assigned Caretakers but the Transformers believe the Caretakers are courting them.
Summary: The Caretakers’ General allies with MECH who want to use the Caretakers to blackmail the Cybertronians.
THE SOFT AU CONCEPT BELONGS ABSOLUTELY TO @revelboo! Please go check out her stuff, superb writing!
A/N: I hope it was ok for me to write this! I very much love the soft AU! This simply is something in honor of it.
2.2k words. Transformers x Neutral Reader. Kinda suggestive.
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The entire facility fell quiet as the news was delivered to the Cybertronians.
It had started as a normal day. The Autobots and Decepticons, each in their habsuites, waiting for their little Conjuxes to show up to spend some quality time together.
They waited for 10 minutes … then 30 minutes, then an hour. Two hours. Three. Five.
No one ever showed up. They all gathered together in the main room of the facility. Waiting for answers and waiting for news. Good news. But the concerns quickly rose as it was suspicious that no Conjuxes were in sight. No one.
Until the HR team showed up.
“We want to start by saying that we were unaware of the General’s intentions,” they said, trying to use very soft vocabulary so as to not anger the bots. “But our General left and sided with MECH … He gave them each Caretakers’ location and well, we believe they are the reason the Caretakers are not here.”
At first, the Cybertronians didn’t understand. What was MECH?
“I am afraid we do not understand these terms,” Optimus was the first to speak up. “Do you mean our Conjuxes were taken to another facility? If that’s the case then I believe I speak up for everyone that we wish to be re-located to whatever location our Conjuxes may be—”
“No, they were kidnapped by MECH, they are a terrorist organization,” said one of the HR’s team. “We don’t know where they are.”
It was silent for 30 seconds straight.
Until panic began to spread around the room, filling the sparks of the Cybertronians. Some looked around, in a desperate and disillusioned attempt of comfort. Others started to break things around them. Others stayed still, unable to process the news and some were ready to leave and look for their conjuxes.
But before the chaos could fall upon all of them, the enormous data-screen that was mounted to the wall of the main room turned on. On it, the screen displayed the image of an older man. With scars on his face and an intimidating aura.
“Greetings, Autobots and Decepticons,” the man said. “My name is Silas, leader of MECH.”
The Cybertronians gathered around the computer screen, all wanting to know about the person responsible for kidnapping the Conjuxes.
“As you may already know, we have taken the Caretakers under our care,” Silas said, quickly pressing a button on his keyboard and another image appeared on the screen.
It was the Conjuxes who, with their hands and feet tied down, their mouths covered with tape. Other MECH members stood around them, guns pointing at them.
From afar, Starscream noticed his little Conjunx among the rest. His spark drops and he quickly pushes everyone aside, wanting to be close to the screen, to register the truth.
“If you hurt them,” Starscream's voice started as low, trembling as he finally reached the monitor screen. His anger is now becoming evident. “If you hurt them … I swear I’ll destroy every single city on this planet! I’ll tear everything apart and destroy this entire world if I have to! If you dare to even touch a single hair, I swear I’ll kill every single human on sight—”
“And if you do dare to hurt a single civilian, I promise you, we’ll torture them,” Silas said in such a calm voice that it sent a shiver down everyone’s spine. “Or just straight up kill them.”
At the threat of that and in desperation, Starscream pulls his null-ray cannons, ready to shoot at the screen but Megatron quickly puts him aside. He signals Thundercracker and Shockwave to restrain him. Meanwhile, Soundwave was in a catatonic state.
“You fools!” Starscream keeps yelling. “You are just gonna let them hurt our Conjuxes and you won’t do anything about it?!!!”
“Oh, that’s where you are wrong, Starscream,” when Silas pronounced his name, Starscream immediately stopped talking, unaware how the leader of MECH knew his designation. “We don’t want to hurt them, if anything we saved them.”
“From what?” Hot Rod asked as he also made his way close to the leaders. “They were safe here with us, do not make yourself seem like you are the good guys because you are not.”
“We saved them from all of you,” Silas said simply. “The General told us everything. How you treated the Caretakers was unacceptable.”
“But they are our arranged-conjuxes, we only did what Conjuxes do for each other.”
“That’s what you think, but the truth is that all of them,” Silas paused, “ Every single one of them lied to you. They were forced to care for you.”
Once again, the entire room fell silent. Starscream had finally stopped fighting and now he listened, just like the rest.
“Oh, didn’t you know? They don’t love you, none of them did! It was all a farce just to keep you from starting another war.”
Of course, a lot of the Cybertronians knew that the government offered them conjuxes in order for them to have some kind of political leverage. But all of them thought that the little Conjuxes were willing to be conjuxes. That they had chosen them. Chosen each one of them because they find them worthy … because they loved them.
“The Caretakers were brought into the facility with lies and were forced to be with you out of fear! They fear you! Even some of them hate you! Despise you!” Silas kept talking and each word stabbed the spark of the Cybertronians. “Who could ever love monstrosities like yourselves?! It wasn’t a Conjunx offering, it was a sacrifice!”
“You are lying!”
The Autobots and Decepticons turned around to look at the back of the room, it had been Soundwave who spoke the loudest he had ever in his life. He had snapped out of immobile state.
“They are our Conjuxes! They take care of us! They have accepted our gifts, our rituals! They have been close to our sparks and even bonded with us!”
And as he walked towards the monitor, his voice became more distorted, glitching. All the memories he had with his conjunx were overflowing his processor. He had been one of the few who had bonded with their arranged conjunx and he could feel you to an extent. But he understood the purity in your heart, and that, he won’t believe it's not real. Not unless you tell him so.
“Don’t you dare lie about the bond they have with us! It's pure! It’s sacred!”
He reached where Megatron was standing and his leader put a servo on his shoulder, making him stop. They share a profound gaze. For the first time, Soundwave noticed fear in Megatron’s optics. Terrified. Not for him, but for what could happen to his conjunx. Soundwave stopped talking.
“What do you wish for?” Megatron asks Silas, Optimus next to him. “Our technology? Ammunition? War intel? Valuable or materialistic items?”
Silas stays quiet for a second before speaking again.
“When the General reached out and told us that the Cybertronians were in love with some humans, we couldn’t believe it,” Silas said. “We didn’t think it was possible but today' s display of affection proves that not only do you love them … you cannot live without them, correct? Is in your system … like a virus that infected your entire program.”
They had fallen into a trap.
“When Soundwave mentioned ‘bonded’ do you mean it's possible for a Cybertronian and a Human to share intimacy?” Silas kept asking questions even though it felt like he already knew the answer. “From such intimacy … In theory, could a new being be created?”
“No, Primus, please, no–” Soundwave thought.
“We’ll run all the necessary tests to ensure if any of the Caretakers have signs of cybertronian life in them,” Silas said. “Until we make sure of the kind of cargo we have, we won’t make any negotiations. Please, wait for further instructions … We’ll reach out to you again, soon enough.”
‘No! Wait—”
The video call ended.
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“Alright, who thought it was a good idea to fuck a giant robot?”
Everyone turned to look at Caretaker 69, aka Soundwave’s caretaker.
“Oh, please! You all act as if I was the only one!”
MECH kidnapped them. Plain and simple. But at least they allowed them to be together in one room. Of course, all of you were watched all the time by security cameras.
“I just know Starscream must be going crazy, he almost destroyed the entire facility when I didn’t show up because I was sick,” said Caretaker 92. “We are so getting fired.”
“Is that what you really are thinking about? Didn’t you hear Silas? The General sold us!” Shockwave’s caretaker, also known as Caretaker 10 said. “I knew I should have quit the moment I heard the Cybertronians were just horny robots.”
“Mine wasn’t,” said Caretaker 77 as they looked into their broken arm, wrapped in a cast. “My Ratchet was kind … He took care of me. He must be so worried.”
Everyone looked at Ratchet’s caretaker in silence. Until, from the group of Caretakers, one stood up. Number 100, aka Optimus Prime’s caretaker.
“Everyone listen to me,” they said. “This isn’t about the Transformers nor about us. It’s about the world.”
“If there’s one thing we know for sure is that our robots would do anything to get to us. A war might break out again and a lot of lives would be at stake.” Number 100 had everyone’s attention. “Let's put aside our differences and our thoughts about the bots and think of a way to get out of here, for the sake of the world.”
Caretaker 69 raised their hand and Caretaker 100 pointed at them, allowing them to speak.
“... Have you been sucking on Optimus’s spike a lot? Cause I think his leadership skills have been rubbing off on you–”
“Number 69, if you say another word–”
“Hey, I don’t blame you—”
“Ugh, shut up!” another Caretaker stood up. It was number 1 … Megatron’s caretaker. “Yo, number 100, count me in. Whatever gets me back to Megatron before 10pm, he gets sad if I don’t listen to his poetry. What’s the plan?”
Optimus' caretaker opened their mouth before closing it. They gave it a few seconds before speaking again.
“... Honestly, I didn’t think I would get this far.”
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There wasn’t chaos. Just pure silence. Uncontrollable sadness. Desesperation and defeat.
“We apologize … We should have been upfront about the Caretakers situation.”
“So … All of it? Them feeding us, washing us, taking care of us … All of the courting was forced upon them?”
The HR team looked at each other and nodded.
“Some of them enjoyed it, others were simply doing a job … they never saw it as courting. And for a lack of a better word, yes … Some of them did not enjoy your advances.”
He struggled to find the right words. He can’t believe he courted someone without their consent. What would you think of him now? Do you secretly hate him? You must hate him because not only did invaded your privacy, he had failed to protect you.
“That’s why they would always call me sir, they were so afraid that they didn’t even wish to call me by my name—”
“But! As Mr.Soundwave said,” HR interrupted. “Some Caretakers formed genuine bonds!”
“Yes and because of that Soundwave’s caretaker might be tested on!” said Thundercracker as he stood by Starscream who looked like he could faint at any time. “That caretaker might be carrying the first Cybertronian-Human sparkling and we are here! Doing nothing!”
“Thundercraker, please,” Ratchet’s voice could be heard through the main room. He was checking up on Soundwave who wasn’t doing any better. “Soundwave actually spark-bounded with his human. Being parted from a conjunx for a long period of time is hard enough to withstand, if in fact, there’s a sparkling involved in all of this … I don’t know how much longer he can take–”
“I don’t know why we are making such a fuss,” said Prowl, who had been listening to everything from a distance. But his voice still glitched, broken. “You heard them … They don’t want us. Maybe MECH is right … they saved them from us. Maybe that’s what the conju— The Caretakers wanted.”
Mirage wanted to say something, only to look away as he realized that he shared the same sentiment.
“Whether the Caretakers wanted us or not, that doesn’t matter anymore,” Megatron said. “Like HR said, some of the conjuxe— Caretakers, genuinely cared for us and most importantly there’s possibility that Soundwave’s conjux might be with sparkling.”
“Megatron is right,” Optimus stepped in, joining the Decepticon leader. “If that’s true, we cannot afford for MECH to have what can be Cybertron’s first sparkling in millennia. MECH will contact us again and if they know what’s best for them, they won’t hurt our humans … but when they do, we must be prepared to attack.”
Optimus then looks at Megatron.
“As one.”
Optimus stretches out a servo towards Megatron.
The Decepticon leader thinks of you. Your smile forever engraved in his processor and even if everything was a lie, even if you didn’t love him … He did. And that’s all the truth he ever needed to know.
For the first time, Megatron shakes Optimus' servo.
“As one.”
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A/N: I haven’t read all of the characters in the Soft AU, so sorry if anything was out of character or if it didn't fit the concept! Again, the soft au concept belongs to @revelboo
Summary: You left for a year-long mission. Optimus doesn’t handle it well.
TW: Substance abuse, obsessive and unhealthy behavior. Optimus is out of character.
1.6k words. TFP Optimus x Female Reader.
Cry.
Pt.1
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It's been a year.
It's been a whole damn year.
Usually, he doesn’t show much of an interest to the rest of the group. In their perspective, Optimus was still the respectable leader everyone looks up to.
But when he was in the privacy of his quarters, Optimus would let himself go.
With multiple barrels of oil and unfiltered energon, Optimus drank and ate without restrictions. Without a single care in the world.
The reason for this strange behavior was not due to stress but because of your absence.
Simply because he missed you.
With a single gulp, he finishes an entire barrel of oil down his pipe. He could already feel the effects of it. He lazily lays on the berth, his processor spinning.
He didn’t know what it was about getting ‘drunk’ that he enjoyed. He wasn’t particularly interested in the taste. But he definitely enjoyed the way it made him feel. For the small moments that the oil allowed him, he was free of your charm.
He didn't have that constant aching pain in his spark. He allowed himself to enjoy the memories in which you lived. Especially those in which he held you close, the rainy days in which you would cuddle inside his chassis. The late night drives. The nights when he couldn’t sleep and you would spend the rest of the night with him.
But he was scared. And one day, all of that was … gone.
“I was given the opportunity to take a one year long mission,” you told him.“But I think I am going to deny it.”
He still remembers the smell of blood in his servo when he carried you to Ratchet.
“You’ve been wanting and working really hard for that opportunity … is there a reason why you don’t want to take it any longer?"
He can’t even look at you without feeling hopeless. He had never felt that way before. He was supposed to be stronger. The strongest, in fact … and yet he couldn’t do anything to protect you.
You made him feel like a failure but his feelings didn’t matter. What mattered was you and your safety.
“Well, I like Jasper and … I think I’ll miss you the most,” your voice shakes in the darkness of the base. Everyone was asleep, leaving you two alone. “I-Um, I know this might come off as a bit straightforward but–Well, I just want to make sure that I am not crazy.”
Optimus couldn’t stop himself from looking at your way any longer.
“But … are we um–a thing?”
Rosy, pinky cheeks.
“A thing?” He asked not knowing exactly what you meant.
Painted lips, blue eyeshadow. Braided hair.
“Do you see me as a romantic partner?”
My Conjux. He thought. My soulmate. My moon and stars. My life. My joy, my dearest. And he couldn't say any of that. Not when not too long ago he was crying, begging you to stay alive.
Not one had seen him like that before.
He was screaming at Ratchet, telling him to do something. To stop the bleeding, the poor doctor couldn't do a single thing.
‘Put pressure on the wound. Try to stop the bleeding until the human medics get here.’
That’s all Ratchet could say, human biology was beyond his knowledge. And he was too big and stupid to even try to touch you.
“I can’t do that, Ratchet! I can’t do it, what if—what if I hurt her?” Optimus had the same sentiment. “Even if I mass shift I could press too hard— By, Primus, please! Do something!”
But Ratchet couldn’t do anything. He just let you bleed as Optimus held you in his servos.
‘I am cold.’
That’s all you could mutter to say. And as you said that Optimus could feel your body temperature drop. He could literally feel your life slipping through his digits.
“Ratchet! Do something! Please! Now!”
“Are you alright?”
Your voice had brought him back from that terrible memory.
You are still alive. Breathing, smiling at him. With worried eyes. Wondering for his well being.
“I apologize if my actions seem … inappropriate. The last thing I wanted was for you to believe that I have ulterior motives,” he said. “My feelings for you are strictly platonic.”
You left after that.
And it's been a year.
He tries to take a deep breath, his servos shaking as he remembers how you used to calmly sit on them. How soft you used to feel, how safe you used to feel around him that you would sleep on his chassis.
Oh, how much he missed it … how much he craved it.
The oil has overtaken his processor completely.
He knows this wasn’t the best way to handle his emotions. But it was the only way for him. He needed it. For only a few seconds to forget about you. But most importantly, he simply wants to let his delusions win.
To imagine a day in which you accepted him. In which you lived with him far away in a cottage with 13 sparklings running around. The day on which he could coup your face and kiss it tenderly. The days in which he could softly interface with you, hearing gentle moans, you calling him by cute names.
“My dearest.”
“Honey.”
“Sweetspark.”
“My Prime.”
That’s why he needed the oil because he was only alive thanks to his delusions. Otherwise he wouldn’t be able to withstand your absence.
He had been informed that you had company while on your travels. Special agent Alex was your loyal co-worker. He has been this past year alongside you. He would always follow you around all the time. A job Optimus wanted to do.
And Optimus wasn’t ignorant. Alex liked you and of course, something was bound to happen after so much closeness. At least that was what Agent Fowler had said.
“She is doing fine. Alex and her are getting closer by the day so I trust that their relationship will make them succeed in their mission.”
Optimus, of course, had been spark-broken after that news was delivered to him.
That night he had been so drunk in pain that he went as far as to let himself look at other human females.
He tried to talk to the other agents in the base and to his surprise all of them wanted to talk to him privately.
At the end, he chose the one who looked the most like you.
For meaningless touches and kisses. Nothing more than just that.
And yet you were all he could think about.
Just you. You. You.
Fuck.
He missed you. Your smile, your hair, your voice, your touch, your skin. He tried his best to not have these cravings, these necessities he has for your body. Many sleepless nights he has thought of you under him. He has imagined your voice calling his name in the most intimate of ways, the way your face will surrender to pleasure, about the simple feeling of making you full. And in that fullness, something beautiful will be created. A sparkling. And your belly will grow and you will bask in the pregnancy and look like the most beautiful being to ever be created.
He feels lighter by the simple thought of you carrying his child. The oil only enchanted the thought in his processor. This is why he enjoyed these nights. Because only in his drunkenness he can simply let go and dive into his illusions. Where he is happy and you are with him … and deep down that’s all he needed.
“Optimus?” Ratchet, unannounced, stepped into Optimus’ berth chambers. “Suprise! (Reader) came here earlier than expected and–”
But instead of finding the resilient and respectable Optimus he has always known … He found Orion Pax. Clumsy, stupid, indecisive and a mess. It’s been a very, very, very long time since he has seen Optimus act so careless like this.
“(Reader) Where is she?!” Optimus tried to stand up from his berth but instead he stumbled in his stepping. “I want to–”
“More like who is she?”
Ratchet pointed at something … or rather someone who laid asleep peacefully in Optimus bed.
The Prime immediately turned around to find a female agent laying on his bed. Had he gotten so drunk that he had forgotten he had invited her to his quarters? But where were you? Oh, Primus, you can’t see him like this. No, no, no—
“Ratchet?”
And then, Optimus hears your voice.
“Is Optimus here–”
You see Optimus sitting on the edge of bert while a lady laid on his bed. She then woke up and stretched her arms as yawned a little as if she had just woken up from a long dream. She wasn’t naked but you could tell by the smudge lipgloss on her lips that she had made her way to Optimus’ intake. Especially by the way there was red and glitter on his dermas.
“What’s all this fuss about?” she asked and immediately met your gaze. “Oh, (Reader)! You are back from your mission? Glad to see you are safe and sound!”
“Yeah um, thank you,” you say as you make your way out. “And sorry for interrupting … let’s go Ratchet.”
“(Reader)! Wait!” Optimus tried to run after you but the oil made him trip and fall to the ground. The impact only shook his core and processor.
He reached out a servo but you and Ratchet were already long gone.
Oh, no. No. No. No. Primus, please no.
Now he doesn’t have your love, but he has your hate.
And he can’t live like that.
The feeling of drunkenness kept him dizzy and enhanced his emotions. Feeling pathetic and unloved, there was only one thing left for him to do.
Cry.
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A/N: God …. What have I done?
Please don’t take this too seriously. This was so out of character … but oh well!
