The Maid Outfit PART 2 || Various!Genshin x Reader
A part 2 to one of my quickest growing posts on this blog, with the characters chosen by poll (With Bonus Xiao for @iratempestatis <3)
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How the men of Genshin Impact react to their lovers in a skimpy maid outfit.
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WARNING: Suggestive, VERY Suggestive if not EXPLICIT
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TAGS: Shy gentleman Varka, reader isn't wearing underwear in both Flins' and Xiao's, biting, reader being a tease, shy Illuga, shy Xiao, Xiao kinda cums in his pants; I will continue this propaganda in future fics
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The only other thing to note is that this is my first time writing Varka or Illuga, so if they're OOC, I do apologise for that ;w;
(MINORS DNI)
Varka was shocked, to say the least
Seeing you sit so perfectly, back arched, legs crossed; a glimpse of your underwear in his view...
He was swallowing hard at the sight
And as you beckoned him to come closer, he felt his mouth fall open
But ever the gentleman, he followed your instructions, keeping his gaze squarely on your face out of respect for his doting spouse
However, at your encouragement, he dared to gaze at your outfit a little closer
His sights were first set on the chest window, then the bare skin of your midriff exposed by a gap in the maid outfit, and finally he saw the length of your skirt, not even a quarter-way down your thigh, only helped by the frilly ruffles extending its span
Archons, he loved you
Varka could only thank Celestia for letting him even see you like this, even if it was overloading him
The rest of the night, he could only show his gratitude, extending what was supposed to be a single round of intimacy to relieve stress into a couple of hours of pure heated lovemaking
Flins could barely hide the grin on his face
The sight of you in that outfit was better than anything he could have hoped for on your anniversary
And that mischievous glint in his eyes— you knew it was going to be a long night from that look alone
He wanted to take his time with you, tracing a gloved hand down the expanse of your thigh, slowly reaching the hem of your skirt, then peeking under it at the same speed
Nothing under it
Flins could feel his patience being eaten away; you had deliberately planned all of this, just to rile him up, to make him lose his gentlemanly composure
And it worked, for better or for worse
His lips met every inch of your exposed skin, teeth sinking into your flesh whenever you squirmed; it was only fair, you were impeding his process
Then once he was done kissing you all over, he peeled away that scandalous outfit, baring you to his pretty yellow eyes
Your anniversary night was long. And pleasurable
Illuga couldn't look
He couldn't face you— lest you see the growing problem in his pants
The squad leader almost left your shared room in a hurry, if only to deal with said problem in the bathroom
But you, his significant other, wouldn't let all the careful planning you did go to waste
With your arms wrapped around his lean torso, chest pressed against his back, and your sex pushing against his ass, he could only feel that problem grow even further
The stutter of your name left his lips in a flash, cheeks growing redder by the second, a silent plea for you to relent in your teasing
Of course, that wouldn't happen
Straddling his waist after you coaxed him to the bed, he could only let out breaths of hot air at the heat pooling in his stomach, practically begging for you to continue with small wiggles of his hips under yours
His voice was increasing in volume, whining your name like a prayer all night; Illuga could only let out gasps at your ministrations, far too overwhelmed by the pleasure that your cute outfit was mere background noise
Not that you minded; all you cared for was pleasing your sweet boyfriend for the night, which you accomplished very well
When you had called Xiao's name, he wasn't sure what to expect
But of all things he could've expected, this wasn't it
The sheer top, covering so little, yet just enough to have the adeptus yearning, the tiny, tiny skirt leaving much of your thigh in his view, and the fact that he could get a glimpse of what was under that skirt was driving him wild
A dull flush rose to his cheeks rather quickly, turning away to hide such a matter from you
He could hear you get up from the bed, the soft caress of your hand on his back, then his arm, and finally you spun him to face you
Your gentle hand reached to his cheek and pulled him down for a kiss, which he couldn't help but melt into
Xiao's arms hovered around your waist, unsure if he should fully wrap himself around you
But you guided his hands to your frame, pulling him closer for a deeper kiss, then parting for a moment, lowering your head to kiss the expanse of his neck, giving tender licks to the exposed bit of his skin
Xiao's only response was heavier and heavier breathing, his mind swarming
The sight of you in that outfit, your ministrations, it was almost too much for him; and in a split second of overwhelming pleasure, he came in his pants...
Summary: Imagine Bulkhead's little Predacons learning how to speak and transform.
Warnings: Ratchet unintentionally teaches you and your siblings a curse word, some predacon baby chaos, fluff, and Miko.
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-It’s been an entire year since the Autobots found your nest and took you and your siblings in. They had fallen into a good rhythm of fighting a war while caring for you on the side.
-Bulkhead had accepted his role as your sire or ‘mama’ in a technical sense.
-The kids helped out whenever they could. Miko volunteered most for babysitting duty, which caused headaches for Ratchet, as he would then try to prevent her from doing her bad ideas with you and your siblings.
-You and your siblings were surprisingly smart, observing things and learning new tricks easily.
-It showed them that Predacons were possibly much smarter than what Cybertronians assumed.
-One day, Miko said how it would be cool if you and your siblings learned to talk.
-Ratchet scoffed and started talking about how Predacons never developed advanced brain processors to learn speech. Neither had there been proof. Though you and your siblings showed a certain level of intelligence, it only showed you were able to learn tricks like the ones taught to an Earth dog.
-And you and your siblings already spoke in chirping and loud screeching. You were talkative enough.
” Oh, you’re such a party pooper.” Miko said, then tried to encourage you and your siblings to talk.
-Funny enough, you began trying to mimic her tone of voice, though it was a mix of chirping and croaking.
-Jack noted how that was pretty smart.
-After that, you and your siblings usually wrestled with each other or played games with Miko and the kids. But then you would sometimes stop and observe how the kids and the bots spoke to each other. You became interested in the tone of their voices and sometimes tried to mimic it.
-Bulkhead would notice that you were acting a bit differently and join in mimicking voices with you, thinking it was a game.
-Then one day.
-Bots were out scouting energon. The kids were chilling on the couch, watching a movie. Ratchet was doing something with his tools. Your siblings were wrestling with each other. And you... were observing Ratchet.
”Ah… frag,” you heard Ratchet utter when something went wrong with his gadgets.
-You tilted your head, curious about the word. You then began releasing croaking-like sounds, catching his and the kids’ attention.
-Jack questioned what was going on. Miko recognized it as you trying to mimic sounds again.
-”... Frag.” you suddenly uttered.
-Everyone froze. Even your siblings stopped what they were doing to look at you curiously.
“Did… did (Name) just speak?” Jack asked in stunned disbelief.
“Frag?” you said again.
-A loud squeal would leave Miko. She quickly runs up to you and holds your cheeks, excitedly shouting about you saying your first word.
-Seeing her excitement. You began repeating the Cybertronian curse word enthusiastically.
-Passing through his shock about you speaking, Ratchet tried to shush you and tell you not to say the word.
“Frag!” one of your siblings suddenly spoke.
-Then soon the rest of your siblings followed, managing to spell out the word. Now there was an entire pack of Predacons sparklings shouting the Cybertronian curse word.
-When the bots returned to base, their face would turn into utter bewilderment when they found a pack of Predacons yelling ‘frag’ over and over again.
-Bulkhead got through his initial shock quickly and became more appalled about your and your siblings' first word being 'frag'.
“Ratchet! You taught them a curse word?!” Bulkhead yelped in shock.
“Not intentionally!” Ratchet yelled back.
-It would take them an entire day to make you and your siblings stop saying ‘frag’ — teaching you to say something else. After a hard effort, they managed to teach you to say their names.
-You learned to say Miko’s name. One of your brothers learned to say Jack’s and Raf’s names. Your sister learned to say Bee, and your other brother… well, he struggled to learn anything new, so his default word became ‘frag’.
-Miko never allowed Ratchet to hear the end of it.
-And whenever Ratchet threatened to throw a wrench at Bulkhead after accidentally breaking one of his tools again, Bulkhead would also pull the card about accidentally teaching you a curse word, which calms the crumby medic down. Though not often, because he doesn't want to abuse it. But he doesn't deny that he likes having leverage over the ambulance bot.
-Bulkhead would nearly have a spark attack from cuteness when you and your siblings started calling him ‘Papa’ thanks to Miko’s influence.
-He had learned from her that it means the same as sire.
-And surprisingly, after hard teaching, you and your siblings began picking up more words and started talking. Not in perfect speech, but you managed to speak in words.
” Papa! Papa! Me Want Outside!” would be your way of speaking.
-Bulkhead would be proud and say how you and your siblings were growing quickly. It also made it very easy to tell your wants and needs.
-Ratchet soon grew used to you and your sibling’s talking. And that you asked a lot of questions. Fulfilling your curiosity was not easy since he had to simplify everything so you would understand what he was saying. It did not help when you and your siblings had short attention spans or left mid-discussion when you got distracted by a game or got bored.
-Ratchet would silently admit that he was wrong about Predacons being as smart as Earth dogs, but then he would say that though you could talk, you couldn’t do something only modern Cybertronians can, which was transformation.
-But soon their unique ability caught your attention too.
-After learning speech, you began observing the bots when they transformed into their alt modes. You watched it happen whenever they went on a mission or left the base to collect the kids.
-It clicked something within your mind, making you wonder if you could do it too. You asked Bulkhead about it, and he tried to explain it as best as he could.
“Me want to transform too!” you declared.
-Ratchet scoffed and told you that Predacons couldn't do it since they never reached that evolutionary stage.
-It only fueled your determination, so you began trying to transform.
-So, for the next few days, you tried to transform into robot mode --- imagining yourself changing, trying to stand on two feet, or shaking your whole frame.
-Bulkhead complimented your determination as he didn’t know what else to do. Ratchet only scoffed and tried to tell you that you were wasting your time. Raf said that maybe letting you figure it out yourself was the best option.
-Then one day, the impossible happened.
-It was one of those days when Bulkhead stayed at the base to spend time with you and your siblings. You were trying to change again. Then something clicked inside your frame.
-You suddenly turned into robot mode and stood on two pedes. Not used to standing on two feet all of a sudden, your arms swung around wildly as you fell off balance. Bulkhead quickly placed his servo beneath you, so you wouldn’t land face-first on the floor.
-Everyone froze as they looked at you.
-While you just threw your arms up in victory.
-Miko would squeal in excitement again. Bulkhead would be confused but happy for you as you tried to learn to walk on two feet. Ratchet would feel his soul trying to leave his body, especially when your siblings followed your lead, transforming into robot modes too when you told them how.
-Well, apparently, Predacons can transform.
-Soon, the Autobots had a pack of Predacon sparklings running around after learning how to walk on two feet.
-By the way, Wheeljack is still banned from interacting with you and your siblings.
Hello and welcome to Reijixia13’s Request intro post!
I have been a fanfiction writer for a while, and I wanna explore more of how I’ll be able to write whatever thoughts you have in mind! This is the included Do’s and Don’t on my list as well as the fandom I’m willing to write for!
I want to be specific in what I write too!
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• Chapters
• Dribbles maybe?
Do’s and Don’t
I’ll be doing Reader Insert.
I don’t write for specific detail unless requested.
I do Various.
I don’t do multi ending.
I can write Fluff and suggestive.
But not Smaut (I’m not really great)
If you requested a story, it’ll take a while, I have my own personal responsibilities.
If you can’t wait then request to another (sorry).
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But if you are impolite or causing troubles, please see yourself out I don’t tolerate attitudes and actions.
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Anime:
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Sit-Com | The Middle | The Big Bang Theory | Young Sheldon | Doogie Kamealoha |
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Well-Known | Harry Potter | Descendants | Zombie | The Greatest Showman
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Hamilton
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~> An unassuming woman falls prey to a mysterious figure, sent to another world where she has to navigate as a villainess.
ᴵᵐᵖᵉʳⁱᵃˡ ᶜʳᵒʷⁿ ᴾʳⁱⁿᶜᵉ ˣ ᶠᵉᵐ!ᴿᵉᵃᵈᵉʳ
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Please check out my new story! It's just a small thing for now and the pages might be short or have an awkward ending since they were supposed to be together, just tell me if there is anything bugging you with this😅 (I also added the various tag because there are other love interests in the future.. That includes the horror tag too, let me cook please.)
Summary: Imagine the bots encountering an ocean-type Predacon
(Author's note: This idea came from the movie Thrash. An okay movie, though some of its scenes didn't make any sense. Inspiration for reader's predacon form is Genshin's Koholasaur. Honestly, my favorite saurian creature to turn into. )
Warnings: some lazy writing, old temples, bots fighting the cons, fem!reader implied, pregnancy in a way, Predaking nearly scorches the kids, bots getting injured, some violence, and you beat Predaking's aft.
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- Imagine the Autobots going on a mission that takes them to the sea. They are there to find energon, artifacts, or even Predacon remains since the Decepticons had Predaking in the picture.
-They find their way to an underwater temple, which has ancient symbols and murals that depict a mythical underwater dragon-like creature. The bots don’t think much of it, as they had learned about many Earth myths from the kids.
-They do find some clues about another temple, which depicts a giant reserve of energon. This gains their attention because a reserve of energon that size could last them months. They quickly analyse the map carved on the walls.
-They soon get disrupted by the cons, and a fight breaks out. The cons end up damaging the temple, and the battle sends tremors through the ancient structure.
-The cons analysed the map after finding nothing else in the temple, and soon retreated. Realizing this, the bots leave too. Both sides were unaware that their fight awakened an ancient creature slumbering in a cavern beneath the temple.
-The bots followed the clues on the map to the other temple, racing against time and the cons to reach the energon reserve first.
- Their search took them to a giant bay where the second temple was located. The kids end up being brought along.
-There, they end up encountering two human researchers who had been studying the place and the sea life around them. Maybe they had been studying the temple and ended up as prisoners when the Decepticons arrived there, and were then rescued by the bots.
-As the energon reserve was located beneath the temple and underwater, the cons intended to level the temple down to reach it.
-As the temple was rich with history, the researchers pleaded with the Autobots to prevent the cons from destroying it. So, the bots confronted the cons.
-The researchers took the kids to their boat to keep them away from the fight. But while observing, one of the researcher's computers started beeping strangely.
-The researcher checked it.
"Doc, do you see that?" the guy said, pointing at a red dot on the screen.
"That's (Name)," he added.
-The kids immediately questioned about it, and the researchers revealed that there was an alien robotic dragon on Earth, one that lingered in Earth's seas.
-One which they named (Name).
-They had been studying you ever since they first spotted you and even succeeded in marking you with a tracker, so they could follow your activity. They also suspected you were a female because you showed signs of carrying eggs.
-They never revealed your existence to the government, so you would not get hunted, also because you never showed yourself near human civilizations.
-The researcher showed the kids the pics they have managed to capture of you.
"Holy... " Raf uttered.
"She's huge... " Miko exclaimed
-You were definitely a Predacon, and telling from the pictures, you were bigger than Predaking, like three times bigger.
-The fight in the previous temple most likely woke you up, and now you were coming to the second temple to feed on the energon. It had been your feeding ground for years.
-The researchers could not tell how you would react to the Autobots or Decepticons.
-In the midst of battle, when the Autobots looked like they were about to win, Predaking suddenly showed up. He overpowered the bots, and the battle soon turned south. One of the bots ended up injured and tossed into the water.
-The kids and researchers tried to help the bot, using their boat to help the bot float. But then Predaking flew toward them, intending to blast fire on the injured Autobot.
-The researchers tried to cover the kids as they were on the firing line.
-But then, a giant Predacon suddenly surged forward from the waves. It clamped its powerful jaws around Predaking’s neck and, with its weight, pulled the latter into the water.
-Predaking roared in startle as he was pulled under.
-The researchers recognized it as you and concluded that you most likely saw Predaking as a competitor over your territory.
-The humans watched as Predaking was helpless against you. He eventually managed to get free, and you roared at him, asserting your dominance. Predaking shrieked back, but retreated, seeing that he was powerless against you in your domain.
-The cons retreated too, startled by your appearance and realizing the fight was no longer in their favor.
-Thus, the temple was spared with minimal damage, and the cons didn't get their hands on a single crystal of its energon.
-But then the researchers and the kids would find you next to their boat. They and the injured bot would tense as you looked at them with your blue optics.
-They stayed quiet as they marveled at your size. You were an absolute behemoth. Though you were half-submerged, your head was bigger than the researchers' boat.
-You looked at them carefully. However, there was no aggression in you. On the contrary, there seemed to be a hint of recognition in your optics as you looked at the researchers.
-You then huffed through your nostrils and dived back under the water, surprisingly gently as the movement caused by your swimming did not rock their boat too much. Your tail splashed some water on them.
-The researchers said that you were likely entering your feeding grounds, as you were the only one able to access it.
-Miko was excited about the experience. Jack would take it as too much excitement for the day. Raf would be glad that his computer was waterproof.
-The researchers concluded that you likely didn't see them and the injured Autobot as a threat. They added that you possibly possessed intelligence beyond your instincts.
-You could have easily chased them away or removed them from your territory, but didn't.
-The researchers assured Optimus and the team that you weren’t a danger to humanity. From what they had seen, you ignored humans’ existence. You didn’t attack as long as you weren’t provoked.
-Optimus would be convinced, and since the energon reserve was only accessible to you and you needed it to sustain yourself and your future young, they would not try to take it from you. Also, because you will likely defend it from them.
-However, he would likely convince them to reveal your existence to Agent Fowler so your home and feeding ground could become protected areas.
-Agent Fowler gave a few complaints about a giant alien robot dragon living in the Earth's seas, but would take the researcher’s words into the record.
-And thus, your temples became protected areas, and you continued to live your life as you pleased.
-From what the researchers could tell, it looked like you were going to lay your eggs soon.
man, i wonder what you think is gonna go down… you send him another poem and think that he’ll let me go?
wow.
she was on dangerous ground now.
the light from your boyfriend’s phone put a spotlight on your annoyed expression. he sat next to you on your shared couch, looking at you in a humorous disbelief. his tongue prodded the side of his cheek, shaking his head slowly as he waited for your response.
another poem? that was like the third one in two weeks… she was getting embarrassing at this point. not to mention the almost dozen calls alongside these cringey poems… they weren’t even romantic? was this supposed to make him wanna leave?
she’d already attempted everything you could think to do when trying to break people up: posting pics in his old clothes he didn’t bother picking up after the breakup, calling and messaging relentlessly, attempting time and time again to follow your boyfriend on any available social media account, even orchestrating a “random bump-in” at your guys’ bar. she was crossing every line, blatantly ignoring every boundary and hint, and doing it confidently? was she not embarrassed? did she have no shame? it was all wayyy beyond you.
your boyfriend’s ex was everything but welcome, but—no matter how many times he had made that clear—she just kept coming at him. she didn’t follow either of you, but her name was always in your “viewed your profile” tab. and no matter how many pictures the two of you posted together—you being your boyfriend’s entire feed—she just couldn’t accept it… too caught up on the fact that they were “soulmates”. blech! please.
it had become a form of entertainment for the two of you, and it happened so often that you guys no longer needed movie nights. even though you were incredibly secure in your relationship, and your boyfriend had already said he’d block her, you almost couldn’t help but wait for her message. the small pang of jealousy she gave you brought this weird confidence out of you, and you kind of thrived on it. it made you do things you wouldn’t do even if you were drunk. things you’d only do when you were pissed.
instead of ignoring her for the millionth time, you decided to do something much bolder than usual. this wasn’t an indirect photo dump, or instagram story—this was personal.
“i have an idea.” a mischievous grin spread across your face as you quickly turned to face your boyfriend. and even though his eyes narrowed, a smirk quickly took place on his face, nodding slightly before even knowing what you were up to.
perfectly enough, you were already wearing a lower cut tanktop. you positioned yourself between your boyfriend’s legs, situating your top before instructing him. “grab my boobs.”
“what?” the word came out in a breathless laugh—not that he wasn’t gonna do it anyway, just a little confused more than anything. you turned your head slowly to face him, putting on a sultry look you knew he couldn’t resist and definitely wouldn’t question. “just do it.”
he folded, of course, shaking his head in amusement as he placed his hands on your chest. they were so big, it almost defeated the whole purpose of the picture, but it didn’t matter. to you? the size difference was hot. “don’t be shy.” you teased, opening your camera and bringing the phone up enough to get both of you in the frame. your boyfriend didn’t speak, or ask any questions. he knew better.
he squeezed enough to have a firm grasp, his thumbs finding their place on your skin while the rest of his hand was overtop of your shirt. he rubbed his thumbs against your skin, the warmth making you shiver just a bit. no matter how many times he touched you, it always made you blush like a teenager whose hallway crush noticed her for the first time. you loved it. absolutely loved the way he made you feel—maybe it did make sense why she was hanging on so hard… oh well!
"like that baby?” he breathed out quietly against your neck, and it felt like your body was on fire. his lips gently brushed against your skin when he spoke, and if you weren’t so pissed right now you’d definitely be jumping his bones… later.
"yeah, ‘s perfect” you exhaled the words out like you couldn’t focus on getting more oxygen in. you honed back in and steadied the phone in your hands. “3… 2… 1-“ just as you snapped the picture, your boyfriend squeezed even more, resulting in a squeal from you. bringing the phone back down to look at the picture, he rested his chin on your shoulder to view it, hands still resting on your chest.
you had some form of excitement on your face, mouth open from squealing, but it looked more like you were having fun. meanwhile, your boyfriend had opted to stick his tongue out like he was ready to eat you—which he was… later. it was perfect for her.
you navigated to dms and clicked on her profile. “wait, what?” this time, a genuine shock rattled his voice.
“just trust me.” you smiled back, anything but kind. he finally let his hands fall from your chest to raise them in surrender, falling against the back of the couch before settling his grasp on your hips while you did your thing. you attached the picture, adding a little message for her:
y/bf: let me be direct. just stop. you’re being fucking weird! [1 attachment]
instantly read. of course…
3 dots blinked back at you—blink, blink, blink, then gone. you couldn’t help but smile proudly, turning to show your boyfriend his phone. 3 dots blinked again as he sat up to observe—blink, blink, blink, blink, blink, blink, then gone again.
“that make you feel good babe?” he couldn’t help but snicker before planting a kiss on your cheek.
“maybe a little…” you responded with evident pride in your voice. you moved to sit on his thighs rather than between them, slinging your empty arm around his neck, but keeping your eyes on the phone. he adjusted his arms to hold your waist, rubbing aimless circles on the small sliver of skin exposed at the bottom of your shirt. even though you were stuck on his phone, he was stuck on you. he stared at you like you were his lifeline—all hooded eyes and slightly parted lips until he darted his tongue out to lick them, switching his gaze between your eyes, then down to your lips, up to your hair, rinse and repeat. the looks made your heart skip multiple beats, even when you didn’t see him looking, you could feel it.
the 3 dots came back—blink, blink, then…
your boyfriend didn’t move his attention from you—even after noticing your surprised expression—until you nudged his chest, drawing his gaze to his phone.
ex: fine.
your cheeky smirk couldn’t be missed and your boyfriend let out an amused huff at your gratification. “good.” he stated simply, moving his face into your neck to press soft kisses against your skin. you looked at the screen once more before tossing his phone to the side. your head fell back from the sensation of his lips on you, a small moan pushing past your lips before you muttered, “it goes my way now.”
(Author’s note: I was thinking about the concept of Earth dying due to the cybertronians' war, and kinda got inspired by this post by @luxthestrange. What if, reader, a human turned into a cybertronian, who also fought beside the Autobots, witnessed Elita kill Earth and destroy everything they had ever known? What if this choice ends up making reader become the Harbinger of War?)
Warnings: this takes place in skybound, war, violence, Earth dying, extinction, Elita doing some really bad stuff, very heavy angst, reader snaps, and ends up possessed by the dead souls, body horror, horror themed, and a very bad ending for Cybertronians.
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-You had fought for the Autobots ever since they found you and accepted you among them – a human, who was turned into a robot like them due to unfortunate circumstances. Though different, they welcomed you and taught you everything you needed to survive the war that threatened your planet.
-You offered support both at base and on the battlefield. You gave a listening ear and comforting presence whenever the war lowered their spirits.
-A sweet, kind, and brave soul is what they thought of you. Despite the circumstances, you fought a war that was not originally yours to fight alongside them. You protected them as much as they protected you. And despite your own doubts, you reminded them of what they were fighting for, which made them care for you even more.
-You were even empathic toward bots who changed sides, respecting their choices and reminding them that they can choose to do what they want as long as they no longer caused harm to Earth.
-Perhaps it was thanks to you that Thundercracker or some other cons chose to join the Autobots.
-You brought them much hope. Enough to keep going, and imagine a day when the Decepticons no longer threaten Earth, and possibly see the end of the war.
-But they never imagined that the greatest pain you would ever face was to witness the destruction of your own world. The day when you lost everything you ever fought for.
-Elita One, or Elita Prime as Optimus gave her the matrix, despite everything, still chose to follow the Decepticons idea and use Earth’s resources to restore Cybertron.
-You begged her desperately not to do it — to not murder your world and everyone in it.
-However, it was too late. The device Elita seized from the Decepticons was activated, which destroyed the Earth’s atmosphere. All humans, including your friends, family, and everyone you ever knew, and Earth’s fauna, suffocated to death. The Earth’s sun scorched all the flora, turning the planet into a barren wasteland. The Earth's oceans either boiled or froze, killing all its marine life. The sky lost its blueness, and not even a single blade of grass survived.
-Earth became a graveyard of the life it once possessed.
-But clean from all obstructions for cybertronians to collect its resources.
-The loss broke you. You screamed in agony and hatred. Barely restrained as you tried to attack Elita, calling her a murderer and swearing you would kill her. She ordered you to be taken into containment, considering what to do with you after taking all the resources Earth could offer.
-Optimus could not believe it himself. He had thought that giving the Matrix to Elita would set her back on the right path, but she ended up doing the same thing he had tried to prevent Megatron from doing.
-Any form of bond they had was gone for good. He would demand that you be released, telling her she will not judge you for anything and that if she refused, he would do something regrettable.
-She relented, and you were released from containment. You were quiet and numb, stains of the tears you had shed painted your face. But instead of letting you go quietly, Elita proceeded to tell you that thanks to Earth, Cybertron will live. That, as the last survivor of your kind, you should feel honored to see what the necessary sacrifice allowed.
-You only looked at her with a silent glare. “I will never forgive a murderer,” you said.
-You then vanished from Cybertron. The last time your friends saw you, you had returned to your planet, which was now nothing but a lifeless rock. Kneeling on the ground while quietly staring into nothing.
-Your friends felt guilty and awful. Those who had been on Earth and had befriended the humans left Cybertron, unable to bear the loss and the idea that Cybertron was only alive because of their human friends' deaths. Others felt guilty, too, even ashamed about how they felt glad to see Cybertron alive again.
-Those who still remained could still find you in the same spot on Earth, staring into the distance, unmoving and not eating a single energon they left for you. Sometimes they would see you speaking to something that isn't there, making them think the sorrow was slowly driving you insane.
-Optimus would sometimes sit with you in silence, knowing that no word could fix the pain this devastation had brought you.
-One of your former friends said something that gained a reaction out of you. They tried to make you see a silver lining, which made you furious. You ripped the Autobot badge from your chest and tossed it before them, swearing that you will never stand beside another Autobot again. You then walked away.
-You never returned to that spot. Some of them tried to look for you, and some accepted that you would never want to see them again. That letting you go was the merciful thing they could do for you for now.
-But soon changes happened on Cybertron. Nightmares plagued the bots. In their dreams, they saw the faces of humans and friends who had once looked at them with friendship and acceptance, now looked at them with hatred. Mysterious writings started appearing on Cybertron’s walls and surface, all containing hate and promises of revenge. How they owed a debt.
-Soon, the rivers of energon turned red. The color of humanity's lifeblood.
-Then there was even a worrisome occurrence. Bots telling how there was an infection that caused bots to go mad with rage and fight anyone without end. Which was gained by standing within a strange fog, or by the whispers of shadowy figures that began appearing out of nowhere.
-No one could explain what was happening.
-But one thing was clear: peace was vanishing from Cybertron.
-Some claimed it was a new weapon of the Decepticons. Some claimed it was the consequence of their decisions, the karmic debt of restoring Cybertron with the life of another world.
-But then, one day, you suddenly appeared on Cybertron. However, there was something really wrong with you.
-Your optics were red, red as blood. Dark energon with hues of red grew out of your frame. There was also a dark presence around you that could be seen by the bots near you. It was like your body was producing blackened air, and at a near distance, the bots could hear whispers of several voices.
-You then attacked, killing anyone on your path with the strength they had never seen you wield before. There was this maddened look on your face, and it was like there were other voices mixed with your own.
-Elita faced you, and despite the other Autobots’ protest, she managed to plunge the star saber into your spark. For a moment, she thought she had won, and you were no more.
-However, you did not go offline.
-You grabbed her arm, and for a moment, Elita saw not just you, but millions of human faces. They looked back at her with eyes filled with hatred. Hatred powerful enough for you to pull the star saber out of you and still live.
-The wound in your chest poured forth energon. Not blue like cybertronians, but red like human blood. The Autobots watched as the spark within you turned red, burning like a sun.
-Your energon suddenly set you on fire, encasing you in red and black flames. Your body convulsed as it began to change. A scream ripped out of your throat as wings sprouted out of your back. Horns slowly grew from your helm, making you hold it in pain as you also grew in size. Your frame then began glowing like it was melting, molding your body.
-The bots watched in horror. The dark energon only seemed to fuel the change.
-When the fire died down, you were completely changed. Your armor was scorched into pitch black, like the fire had scorched all the colors out of you, save for the lines that were blood red. You had horns and wings, giving you a strong resemblance to the chaos bringer, Unicron. The wound over your chest did not close, allowing the red spark to glow through. It also looked like you were bleeding from the crevices of your armor.
-Red tears endlessly streamed down your faceplate, tracing paths through the blackened metal no matter how many times they evaporated in the heat. And all around your frame and in the feathers of your wings opened several blood-red eyes.
-It was only then that the Autobots understood what you had become as they recognized those eyes. The same eyes that had been watching them in their nightmares. The eyes of the dead, now using you as their vessel.
-You had been possessed by all the souls that perished in Earth's destruction, all ended by Elita's hands. You had become, what words could only describe, the embodiment of pure hatred. Humanity's harbinger.
-You faced Elita again. However, this time, the battle became one-sided. You were now on a completely different level.
-Elita fought with all her might, but the millions of souls within you fuelled your strength with hatred, allowing you to overwhelm her. Soon, she lost, and you ripped the Matrix of Leadership out of her hands.
-She then watched as you held the Matrix in your hands and, with the strength of the vengeful souls, ripped it into pieces. You had destroyed the Matrix of Leadership.
-Wounded, Elita could not get up. You then showed your foot against her chest, keeping her down. Some of the blood spilling from you, painting her frame. She told you to finish it.
“Death is too good for you! “ you stated.
“They demand your blood.”
-She watched as many shadowy figures appeared beside you, humans, whose lives she had ended, who now stood around her. Watching and waiting.
“But I have a better idea…” You leaned down, staring into her.
“Since you took our world, why don’t we live in this one, since it's our world’s blood that is running in its veins?” you suggested.
-Elita’s eyes widened when the souls spoke their agreement.
“And since you cybertronians love fighting so much. How about I ensure you will continue to fight until all of you are dead,” you added.
-You then suddenly transformed into a creature that reminded the bots of Earth’s bird, which Optimus recognized as a dove, a creature that humans once associated with peace. Though your form carried what could only be described as a bleeding spark.
-You released a cry and flew across Cybertron, turning Cybertron’s skies blood red. The crimson spark in your chest bled into their world, either setting things on fire or infecting any cybertronian that came near it into uncontrollable rage.
-Elita watched as shaded figures scattered around Cybertron, creating a fog that allowed more bots to be infected and fight each other.
-All cybertronians could only watch as Cybertron was plunged into a new era by the embodiment of their ultimate sin.
People think grief begins on the day the person dies.
Oftentimes, they imagine it as a single event that arrives once and changes everything in an instant, as though it announces itself. As though there would be a single moment where one would point out and say, 'There!' Right there! That's where everything started!
But grief doesn't begin there. Grief began before death, even seeking the person's life. It slipped in all the moments that seemed insignificant when they happened. In every goodbye that sounds too casual, in every conversation cut short by the assumption there would be a tomorrow, grief begins in all the ordinary moments that only became sacred after the person's gone.
People also said that the dead leave the living.
They imagine death as an ending, a clean break between before and after, but truthfully? Death is not nearly so merciful. Death leaves behind love with nowhere to go; it leaves behind habits that continue long after they have lost their purpose.
But that isn't what really happened, or so he told himself—you never left. You simply changed the places where he could find you. Every single time, his heart forgets; every single time, he still glances your way; and every single time, he has to teach himself the cruel lesson again.
You are dead.
You are dead.
You are dead.
The words never felt real. They sit awkwardly in his mouth, foreign and impossible, like a language he was forced to learn against his will. Because how could you be dead? How could you be dead when you still exist everywhere? How could you be dead when the world could continue moving so effortlessly, when his had to stop completely?
The world didn't shatter the way people describe it in stories. There was no dramatic collapse, no sudden inability to breathe, no sounds of any dramatic background, no—everything continued exactly as it had moments before. The clock on the wall keeps ticking, the people on the streets keep living, the flowers keep blooming, the skies remain painfully blue, conversations keep going—it felt wrong, almost offensive. There are moments when he wakes up and spends blissful seconds believing that none of it is real, that you are still within his reach, before reality returns and he has to lose you all over again.
Sometimes, he would forget just long enough to be happy.
He would see a sunset spilling liquid gold across the sky, and for one terrible second, his mind would drift to the thought of bringing you here to see it – before reality returns once more, like a knife sliding gently between his ribs, twisting in a way that froze his body.
You will never see this sunset, and you will never know who he has become after you leave.
People say that time heals grief, but in his opinion, it only teaches him how to carry on without anyone else noticing. It teaches him to smile; it teaches him to answer questions with a practised "I'm doing better" in a voice convincing enough that people stop worrying. It teaches him how to laugh and how to live a life without feeling like he's betraying you. But it doesn't teach him how to stop missing you.
Not missing who you are, no— he's missing who you would've been; he's missing what the two of you would've been. He mourns the life that became impossible the moment you stopped existing; he mourns the version of himself that you bought with you.
The hardest part is not that he can't touch you anymore, but the fact that he can't escape you either. People stop saying your name and bringing it up out of kindness, believing that avoiding the subject will protect him from pain. But in reality? They don't understand that silence is a form of cruelty in its own way. He wants someone else to remember that you exist, too.
People asked him if he had moved on, and he never knew how to answer because the question itself felt wrong. Love is not something that is left behind, and grief is not something to just move on from. Besides, how could one question something like that? How could someone ask him how it feels to learn how to live without you again after being with you for so long? How could someone ask him about the life that he was living without you?
Sometimes late at night, he would think about the future you would've shared more often than he should. Not about the grand milestones such as weddings or anniversaries, no—it's the ordinary, domestic things. It's about the little arguments about what to eat and the sleepy conversations at midnight, where neither of you could sleep; he mourns the version of life that only existed in a world where you stayed. He mourns every version of his future that is already shaped around you.
Maybe it was his foolishness. He thought love could wait until life became less complicated, until all the circumstances improved, until he found the braver version of himself. Maybe it was because he believed there would always be another tomorrow; maybe there would be another time. Now all he has left are maybes. Maybe you loved him, too? Maybe in another life, you and he would meet, too? Maybe in another life, you and he would find each other sooner and stay a little longer?
He's terrified about the possibility of forgetting you. He was afraid that time would take the memories away piece by piece until all that's left is the feeling of having loved you and none of the reasons why. But even his own memory is not merciful. Little by little, one small detail at a time, so that when he's excitedly talking about you to someone, he would halt for a moment just to imagine what you would sound like.
You will never know how many times he almost called out your name, you will never know how many versions of his future still belonged to you. You will never know that even after building a beautiful life without you, some part of him spent the rest of his days missing someone he never truly had.
Because you never really left him when you died, you took the future with you. And every day since then, he has woken up in the world that still has him in it—but no longer has you.
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I will put: akaashi keiji, tooru oikawa, kenma kozume (haikyuu!), suguru geto, megumi fushiguro, kento nanami (jjk) + your favs!
