#rainmakers x reader

• ‘Nothing to worry about. Just a precaution,’ they say in the harried tones of someone trying to rush someone else away from their vicinity before a meltdown can occur. ‘You’ll also need decon showers after your sessions with them,’ they add. “Them?” You repeat, the weird material rasping against itself in your hands when you adjust it against yourself. How many aliens are you getting? Barely want one. “Decon?” You’re beginning to get an inkling why they’d had you sign extra liability waivers and you’re not liking that inkling. And you’re being shoved out of the building into the sun. ‘Only use stall 37, it’s the only one equipped for them.’

• “We really doing this?” Acid Storm asks as he flicks his wings, wandering about the oversized stall they’d been assigned to. And it’s so strange to imagine letting some tiny alien court them. Servos flexing, he glances at the other two. Nova can at least control his abilities. Ion sort of can unless he’s upset or excited. But him? Denta gritted, he reaches out to press a servo against the concrete wall and grimaces as the stone pits under his touch. Knows what his touch can do to metal and stone, but flesh?

• “They’ll change their mind after seeing us,” Nova Storm mutters, wings twitching in a shrug. Once you see what they can do, you’ll back off. Pick someone else. Someone with less drama to deal with. Isn’t ashamed of their abilities, but the fact that they’re toxic to anyone who’s not them is a well known fact. At least to other Cybertronians. Isn’t sure why a human chose them, but he knows better than to get his hopes up. ‘Primus,’ Ion hisses and Nova turns. And stares at the little organic hidden in full body coverings dragging a cart into their stall.

• Swearing as you sink into the waist deep shredded material the bottom of the cage is lined with, you glare up at them. Had been almost okay with playing pet up until this, but then, since getting beamed up it’s only been one indignity after another. Hear Goldie growling at the other two as you look around your cage. Annoyed to see a wall mounted water dispenser with a straw, a tray that they’d filled with cereal, an exercise wheel and what you’re pretty sure is a litter box.

• “Rain,” Ion growls when you lift an arm, a finger extended as you chirp aggressively, gesturing with the other hand. “What do you think that means?” He asks, because you’re clearly upset, bending to grab a handful of your bedding and throwing it at the bars of your cage. And there’s the gesture again. “Are you sure we can’t take Rain? I don’t think they like the cage.”

• “No, we can’t bring our illegal, organic pet that may or may not be sentient on a raid,” Nova says, wings flicking in annoyance. Bending down, Acid Storm taps a servo against the bars and you shoot him a sullen look. ‘It’s not forever, just while we’re gone,’ he reassures you. And one of your arms angrily sweeps to gesture at the cage again, still chirping before you go and sit in your exercise wheel, arms crossed and your annoyed expression eerily similar to a Cybertronian’s.

• Venting tiredly, Nova Storm gives Acid a nudge. “They’ll be fine. They have everything they need,” he says. Most likely you’re just upset about being locked in. Acid had said you’d been in a cage when he’d purchased you from Swindle and you apparently don’t have fond memories of that. Catching his optics, you deliberately turn around, legs drawn up against your body and back to him. Snubbing him. Needs to pay a visit to Swindle and figure out what the little con artist knows about your kind, but the job comes first. Then he can try to figure out what exactly their pet is.

• ‘Our target’s been interrupting energon shipments and that’s how he got on the Senate’s radar,’ Nova says as he pulls up a holographic image and Ion stares. “That’s an Autobot. The uh, forcefield guy,” Ion says with a frown, watching you wander over, head tipped back to stare at the transparent image, a hand lifting to pass through the bot’s ped and you flash your little teeth, chirping. ‘Trailbreaker. Known abilities are his forcefield and magnawheels,’ Nova agrees. “He’s an Autobot, though,” Ion growls. So why is he now playing rebel? His side won.

• They’re going to end up giving you cavities if they only feed you sugary crap. Though after eating those nasty bars or the nutrient slurry porn-bot had been giving you, there’s no turning your nose up at sweets. Watching the three of them frowning and growl-snarl-whirring at each other, you rest a hand on Gold’s servos to lean and look at the huge tablet in his hands. Seeing a lot of boring alien gibberish. And Blue reaches to wrap his hand around you and drags you to him, a servo rubbing against your jaw as your skin prickles with static.

• “Why send us? Isn’t it a bit overkill?” Acid Storm asks, watching your hair start to float as you laugh. At least, he thinks the warbling noise is laughter and his servos itch to take you back from Ion. ‘Orders came straight from Senator Ratbat,’ Nova growls, lip curling slightly and Acid Storm rumbles softly, wings flicking. Hating being ordered around by that traitor. ‘We need the shanix and rations,’ Nova reminds him though his brother looks as frustrated as he feels. Hears the unspoken ‘and it’s not like we can say no.’

• Wings pulling closer to his frame as his brothers both frown, Nova Storm pulls up a schematic. ‘Maccadams,’ Ion Storm blurts, frowning and Nova vents realizing the other Seeker is right, though the bar’s been abandoned for ages. And that feels like a lifetime ago, so long it feels like the memory belongs to someone else heard secondhand. “Last known location,” Nova says playing the clip and they see a dark vehicle going by the rundown street, that part of the city a ruin from the war. “We flush him out and bring him in. Functioning.”

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• He’s not going to hurt you. Never has and you both know it, but you also know that nothing you say will sway him when he’s in a mood. Stressing himself out to the point that his ability gets out of control. “Everything go okay?” You ask, head turning as his brothers come in and you feel like you can finally breathe again. Every time they leave, you’re so scared something will go wrong. That one day, one of them might not come back. Need all three of them, because it’s not home unless your Trine is all here.

• “Sorry we’re late, Nova got lost,” Ion Storm teases, runs his servo over you and smiling as your hair lifts slightly. And you reach to grab and hug one of his servos at the risk of getting a little jolt of static. ‘I’m sorry. Who got lost?’ Nova Storm growls dumping the scavenged parts on the table and offering you a hand. “Hey,” Ion growls when you abandon him to throw yourself into Nova’s cupped hands with a happy noise as you soak up his radiant heat. But then, it’s hard to compete with Nova when you’re always cold and he runs hotter.

• Cupping his hands around you as you go sprawling in his palm, Nova’s smile falters when he notices Acid Storm’s hungry stare. Of the three of them, his ability is the most useful. But it’s also the most destructive. Venting he leans his shoulder against his brother, feeling the faint tingle of his plating reacting to Acid Storm. Knowing if he lingers touching him long enough, his paint will begin to corrode. Unless Acid gets himself under control. “Go wash and we’ll share a meal,” he says.

• Swearing as you climb his big servos like a jungle gym, you wonder if to him this is like coaxing a kitten to play with a piece of string only with a honeybun when you’re hungry. Or maybe he thinks he’s exercising you. And at least they’ve not brought you a hamster wheel or something similar, though at this point, you’d probably use it at the cost of your pride just to have something to do. Who’d have guessed playing a pampered house pet to aliens would be boring?

• “Quit tormenting them before they fall,” Nova growls, tearing his optics away from where you’re hanging upside down from Acid’s hand to return to his work detail report. Wings drooping slightly as he vents. Hunting other outliers, never would have imagined it would come to this, but the new regime is determined to make sure a rebellion like Megatron’s never happens again. Pretty much any Autobot or Decepticon that had even traces of outlier abilities and didn’t voluntarily turn themselves into Autobot command’s custody upon notification for monitoring ended up on a wanted list. As terrorists. Looking up as Ion slides into a seat beside him, he hands over the datapad.

• Screaming in triumph as your fingers brush the corner of the package and manage to grab it, you hold it over your head as you hang from his hand. Immediately embarrassed before realizing there’s no one around to see your little display except your alien owners. And they just think it’s cute apparently as Green rubs the top of your head with a servo before lowering you onto the table to eat your treat. Can’t even muster the energy to be disgusted at yourself, because if it’s play pet or go back to porn-bot and a cage? You’re going to ham up the cuteness for all you’re worth.

• “An Autobot?” Ion Storm says, startling at your little squeal as you nab the treat and hold it up over your head, he smiles and glances back at the screen, ignoring Nova’s tired ‘former Autobot.’ Staring at the profile of the smiling bot, Ion sets the datapad down. Hunting others like themselves feels wrong and he hates it, but it’s the only thing keeping them free instead of in chains like the outliers they’ve brought in for not submitting. “What do you think they’re doing with them?” Wings flicking when Nova just shakes his head, but then they’re not in the loop. They’re just the errand mechs. But they’ve all lived through a corrupt senate and he’s afraid the past is repeating itself, feels that same tension in his brothers. That anticipation that everything is going to come crashing down to drown them all.

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• Wings drooping as Acid Storm holds out his hands, Ion Storm glances at Nova Storm uncertainly. Because he knows how far Nova will go to protect all of them, to stay free. And they haven’t had you very long. In Nova’s optics you might be expendable. His brother would feel bad about destroying you to protect them all, but he’d do it. Grip tightening on you again to send you chirping in alarm, tiny hands pushing at his servos, he backs up a step. “A frag toy?” He asks, frowning at Acid. You’re so tiny and helpless.

• Grimacing at Ion’s hurt tone, Acid Storm risks a glance at Nova. Registering their leader’s tension. That ultimately, what they want won’t really matter. Nova will decide for them like he always does, doing what’s best. Their voices lost in Nova’s drive to keep them safe and it chafes at him like it always has, but he’s always went along with Nova’s will. Never argued. But staring at you squirming in Ion’s hands, he can’t just go along with Nova’s will this time. “I wasn’t going to use Rain for that after seeing them,” he mutters, embarrassed. “And I’m not letting you destroy them.”

• Staring at you chirping and looking up at Acid Storm, Nova Storm vents softly and approaches. Frowning when Ion Storm backs up a step, cradling you closer to his chassis and Acid shifts slightly as if to intervene. Protecting you. From him. “I’m not going to harm Rain,” he growls tiredly, watching you hang on to Ion’s servos, little head turning to try and track all three of them, obviously picking up on the tension. But what is he supposed to do about you? Hurts that his brothers assume the worse. Even if it had occurred to him that you’re so tiny. So easy to just get rid of to hide the evidence of wrong doing.

• Uneasy, you try to keep an eye on all three of them as they growl at each other in their alien nonsense. Whatever the argument was about, it seems to be over. But with the way Goldie is staring at you, there’s a sense that you’re the cause. Fighting over you? Maybe Goldie isn’t sold on keeping you and wants to take you back to the Sleaze-bot? Shuddering at the memory of the kennels, you stare up at him, pleading with your eyes to not go back there. You’d seen Sleaze-bot dosing other people, the ones who screamed and refused to eat, with stuff in little vials before handing them over to be carried into the back by other giants. Don’t know what happened to them back there while those awful videos kept looping on the screens. Don’t want to find out.

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• Glaring at his brother, Nova is aware of Ion Storm picking you up when you dart to the far edge of the table, frightened by Acid Storm’s tone. “Do you know what they’ll do to us if they find out you bought a sentient creature that was sold for a frag toy? Because I’m guessing Rain is sentient?” Denta bared, his servos clench and unclench. Fighting the urge to punch Acid Storm. Does he have any idea how hard he’s worked for them? To keep them out of an Autobot lockup? And he’s thrown it all away in one stupid, impulsive move.

• Squirming as Blue cradles you against his chassis and backs away, you don’t know what happened, but Goldie and Green are facing off, wings flared and growling at each other. Angry about something all of a sudden. Stroking your head to make your hair lift and skin prickle with static, Blue rumbles softly. And all you know is that you don’t want to be anywhere near if they’re about to start fighting. “I want down. Please.” If they start brawling, Blue might try to intervene. You might get dropped or accidentally crushed. Suddenly, painfully aware of just how small you are.

• Cupping a hand against you, Ion Storm can hear you nervously chirping as you squirm in his grip. Little hands clinging to his servos as he watches Nova cornering Acid Storm. And he gets why Nova is furious. Knows that not many former Decepticons like them are still free. They’re definitely not trusted and their overseers would just love a reason to lock them away permanently. The only reason they’re free is because they’re useful. “Rain might be sentient. I don’t know for sure,” Acid Storm says, wings dropping close to his frame under the weight of Nova’s fury.

• “What happens to Rain if they are? You’re not getting rid of them are you?” Ion asks, his own wings flicking and Nova feels the static charge in the air building. Crackling over his plating as his brother starts getting upset. And Nova knows what Ion is afraid of. Does he really think he’d just chuck you into the incinerator to hide any evidence of wrongdoing? Even if the thought had occurred to him to protect his brothers, looking at you peeking at him with wide eyes, he knows he couldn’t follow through. Acid fragged up, but you don’t deserve to die for it. For better or worse, you’re theirs.

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