Seeking out a comfortable spot for their post-mission nap.
Das one proud Prime :]
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Seeking out a comfortable spot for their post-mission nap.
Das one proud Prime :]

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Y/n is absolutely going to throw down with Silas at some point in this fic, like 'I'm not above killing to protect these people and bots who are definitely not my friends by the way.'
I'm taking TFP's pg rating and bumping that sucker up to a 12.
When you're sent out to plug a leak, but the damn thing won't turn off the waterworks.
aka; Agent Fowler tries to interrogate the saddest, most pathetic looking person in Nevada.
Ratchet to the rescue.
If I'm going to stick with this fandom, I gotta practice drawing vehicles in action, huh?
Uh oh~ you are in truble.
How do you think each of the bots in your fic setting would react to reader falling asleep on them?
Optimus: Oh, it's a pivotal moment for the Prime. He's so clued in to your every move that he notices straight away when you suddenly go limp against his neck struts where he'd tucked you for safety during a routine mission.
All of his movements still midstep, his frame goes stiff as a swell of gentle appreciation spreads all over him from helm to pede.
Something soft and quiet escapes his intake, a tiny 'oh,' that doesn't fit with the Prime's usual, immersing cadence.
He wasn't sure... what with how cautious you still seem to be around him... that you'd ever let your guard down. You've made progress, certainly, and he couldn't be prouder of you for that, but to feel safe enough to allow yourself to fall asleep against him is more than he thought he'd deserve. More than he could have asked for.
The children came to trust him so readily. Yours, he's really had to earn. And it's wonderfully humbling for Optimus to be reminded that he isn't infallible just because he's a Prime.
He's not an... outwardly emotional mech, yet there are things that can stir him to blink his optics a few times as if to clear some early-morning condensation, and draw an intake of air that wobbles ever so slightly on the way in.
With as much care as he can exert, he turns his helm a little until you're sheltered beneath the hard angle of his jaw, and lifts a servo to you, one digit extended to brush down the side of your arm with immeasurable tenderness.
Incrementally, he even lowers his helm, selfishly stealing this moment of peace you've granted him by letting the edge of his chin rest ghostlike on the top of your head, so lightly that you don't even stir.
Optimus won't squander this show of trust. And when you wake up again, a little stiff, and still - for some strange reason - in the same place you and Prime were when you fell asleep, you can't figure out why he keeps looking at you so damn sentimentally.

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Some AoH49 Y/n doodles done between poo picking :p
In case anyone wanted to know what their dynamic will be like