#tfone x reader

inspired by my love for steven universe lmao. I really wanted to make an au for Transformers lol. Reminded me how much I need to write 😭😭 sorry guys it’s only been abt transformers lately I kinda like transformers. cw: shattering glass and mentions of jealousy and envy words: 1,234 words & 7,032 characters

Once upon a time, the city of cybertron Iacon was ruled by Primes. Megatronus, Micronus, Zeta, Prima, Vector, Onyx, Quintus, Liege Maximo, Solus, Amalgamous, Nexus, Alchemist, Alpha Trion, Sentinel and the smallest prime of them all. Yn Prime. The youngest prime to emerge from Primus. All 15 primes, who were to rule Cybertron together as the first few bots to walk on the planet.

Sons and Daughters of Primus, this is the tragic tale of YN prime.

"Sentinel!!" You yelled from a ledge, despite being a prime your size was quite small compared to the other Primes. But Sentinel was far too deep into his duties to hear you, commanding bots from an intercom receptor.

"Well. You'll have to remember, won't you?" His tone sounding snarky and annoyed, you knew Sentinel wasn't always the ideal prime but he was still a prime. One you quite literally looked up to.

You groaned at your failed attempt to grab his attention, and took matters into your own servos to get Sentinel to notice you. You took a deep breath and quickly ran before jumping off the ledge, snatching Sentinel's wings and climbing up them.

"The dullness of this exchange tire me, please land the drop ships and do your pathetic job for once. Or I'll destroy you and your crew myself—"

You crawled up Sentinels servos and eventually made your way up to his helm, removing the intercom piece on his helm and disconnecting the communicator from Sentinel. Forcing him to pay attention to you.

"HEY SENTINEL, WHAT ARE YOU DOING!!" You cried out excitedly, only wanting to know what the older prime was up to. A big peppy innocent smile spreading on your face, only to be faced with Sentinel's annoyed gaze.

"YN, please. Give me a moment." Sentinel picked you up with his digits and quickly removed you off his struts. Placing you back onto the ground with ease, before walking over to his throne and sitting in it.

You stood in front of him, dumbfounded on how he could just excuse you like that. You were a Prime too, you were just as important as he was, why did he have to treat you like a sparkling.

Then, a screen glided towards Sentinel. A tablet communicator, and Sentinel began to rapidly press buttons on the screen. You of course were still mad he put you down, but were still curious on what he was doing.

"Huh.." You whipped around once you heard a noise right outside the tower, a giant drop ship zipped by and headed towards a direction in Iacon. Then followed 5 more ships right behind it.

You squealed in excitement, You've never seen a drop ship like the Prime drop ships. "Eeeh!! Woah, cool!! You bounced back to your wide grin and immediately called for Sentinel again. Much to his demise.

"Sentinelllll!!" Sentinel in response grimaced, he wasn't pleased to be bugged during his time while working. He groaned and pretending to not hear you, focusing on the screen in front of him.

"Hey Sentinel." You jumped up on the throne, right by Sentinel's side. A curious look embedded on your face plate, you looked up at Sentinel with awe.

"Oh, you're still here.." Sentinel responded sarcastically, obviously tired by having you kept around. But what could he do, you were just the smallest Prime.

"What are you doing?" You smirked mischievously at him, watching Sentinel mess around with all the Prime duties was quite entertaining.

"I'm commanding the drop ships to send our high guard to the surface." He sighed, clicking another button. Though Sentinel didn't like all the work a Prime had to go through, it was more bearable than babysitting you.

"I WANNA COMMAND A DROPSHIP!!" You interrupted him, too energetic and loud to let him continue.

"Well, when you have your own colony of bots, you can command whatever you want." Sentinel rolled his eyes, trying to keep himself distracted with the orders of the drop ship rather have you distract him.

"I want a colony!!"

"..." Sentinel went silent. His processor telling his spark to ignore you and to continue to work. He used his digits to summon the passkey on the tablet, clicking on 14 colored symbols representing each Prime.

"I want one, NOW!!" You demanded.

"..." He stayed silent, finishing up the passcode and finally landing on your symbol. The last Prime.

"What's thisss??" You jeered, walking up to the massive floating screen.

"I'm contacting the leader of the fleet." He finally answered you after ignoring you with what felt like forever. You grew stars in your eyes, contacting a fleet sounded so leader like. So important, just like a Prime.

"Let me do it.." You grinned wider, reaching for the screen and pressing random buttons and symbols. The symbols and buttons didn't mix well as they locked Sentinel out of the passkey, disarming contact with the fleet manager.

Sentinel did not like that, not one bit. In a quick moment of rage, he reached for your small form and grabbed you by the servos. Ready to scold you for touching his work.

"Agh!!— Woah!!" You screamed, the sudden action of being tugged into Sentinel's space wasn't what you were expecting.

"DON'T TOUCH THAT." Sentinel scolded, making himself clear that he didn't want you by him or disturbing him at most. You pouted, upset at being told off by him.

You yanked back your servo, scoffing and shrugging of his reprimand."Ugh, why not— You have so many bots under your command, and I don't even have ONE!!— It's not fair!!" You yelled back at him, just as angry and annoyed.

"I want ONE!! I want my own colony, I want my own high guard!! I deserve it— I'm just as important as YOU!!" You stomped with each statement, throwing a childish fit. It wasn't fair to you, you were still a Prime. You pouted and pointed at Sentinel.

"THEN WHY DON'T YOU ACT LIKE IT, YN." He ended the argument at once, simply ordering you to go annoy another Prime.

You grumbled in response, walking away from Sentinel's throne as he worked. He had completely shrugged you off after arguing with you, you loved your Prime siblings but how they all made you mad was different.

You turned around to face Sentinel, see if he even had any remorse for callously scolding you. And there was none, not even a drop of care that you were even leaving his presence. Sentinel was still working, and commanding his own colony. Directing them as they explored the surface.

You turned back around, with a scoff and pout, and took trudging stomps that were petty. This wasn't fair. None of the treatment you were getting was fair. You were a Prime yet you had no colony, no high guard, nothing to command and rule over of your own!!

Yet every other Prime had one, except you. You pondered in thought, if Primus had meant for you to be the littlest. The smallest, the least brought up Prime. Were you just supposed to be the Prime that was just..there? Or was your fellow Primes overlooking you?

Your anger bubbled and boiled, as negative thoughts swarmed your mind. You held onto you servo, pausing your pedes from taking any steps forward. You clenched your digits, before looking up at yourself in the mirror, then charging at the reflection of yourself. Shattering the glass into smaller cracks reflecting your own faceplate.

Genre: Fluff, mild angst || They/them pronouns for reader, reader is a bot || No warnings needed

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ᯓᡣ𐭩 B-127 wasn't as stupid as he seemed. Was he a little naive due to his isolation? Yes, did he have tendency to ramble? Also yes. But his lack of social ettiquite often got mistaken for ignorance, which was where most were wrong. He knew a lot, actually. Plenty of old Cybertronian records got thrown into Sublevel 50, usually by Sentinel's demands. He'd gotten hold of all of them, reading each thoroughly, hence his excitement when he felt he had the chance to see it all

ᯓᡣ𐭩 When he found you, and you actually expressed interest in what he had to say, he went on endlessly about all the knowledge he'd obtained. For a while you couldn't get him off your back, he adored spilling any of his thoughts to you whenever he thought there was anything worth mentioning (which happened to be... nearly all the time)

ᯓᡣ𐭩 After a while, you noticed his chatting slowly beginning to receed. It confused you, all you heard from other mechs was how B-127 was this talkative and cheery bot, you didn't expect him to suddenly clam up whenever he was trying to say something

ᯓᡣ𐭩 After gently asking about it, B revealed that he was more perceptive than others seemed to think of too. He knew how other mechs talked about him, and he knew they often said he talked far too much. He got worried he might be bothering you, so he had been trying to hold himself differently around you

ᯓᡣ𐭩 You were quick to reassure him that it was okay, and that you genuinely didn't mind. You knew he didn't do well with silence or feeling ignored, and you didn't want him to think you'd gotten tired of him. B seemed hesitant to take your words to spark, but he slowly got comfortable once more

ᯓᡣ𐭩 B-127, through his many chats, did sometimes let some concerning things slip around you absentmindedly. He'd mention offhandedly how silence deeply discomforted him after being sent to the Sublevel, and how he often talked aloud just so he wouldn't have to feel as alone. You'd always reassure him, promising that you'd be there for him to talk to if he needed. He always gave a chipper response, but you could tell there was more to it beneath his vibrant excitement

ᯓᡣ𐭩 B tended to get rather nervous if you weren't around. You were one of the only mechs he hadn't annoyed by now, and he never strayed far from your side usually. He hides quite a bit of it from you in the early relationship stages, worried that any given conversation may be one that convinces you that he's too much

ᯓᡣ𐭩 As happy as he typically is, his vibrance does occasionally falter. He likes to keep up a peppy attitude to the slowly forming Autobot team, but he's honestly with you, trusting you to take his woes seriously and listen to him where others brushed him off, which he starting doing more and more when he was sure you genuinely wanted to hear

ᯓᡣ𐭩 In return for listening to him, B makes sure to be attentive to everything you say to him. He commits it all to memory, making sure to factor in little details. He's great with giving you little, meaningful gifts about small details you mention liking because of this

ᯓᡣ𐭩 He's very prone of giving you handmade gifts, and he loves when you give compliments to anything he makes. Especially if you memorize their names or little facts he tells about his makeshift friends, he absolutely lights up and gets so excited to have someone not only hear him, but genuinely care

déjà vu ☆‿⁠｡✷

[ requests: 3/11 ]

d-16 x fem!conjux headcanons

warnings: nsfw under cut!

realistically, you're both miners. there isn't a lot of fraternization on shifts.. though every once in awhile, you catch his optics and he peels through the crowd (and shoves orion, too busy making kissy-faces and calling out embarrassing memories he's sure to pummel him for sharing), making efforts to get to know you.

d-16 is strong. mentally, emotionally, even his physique, is quite literally built for his role in all aspects. he's appreciative if you take care in yours and share that competence.

isn't judgemental over frames. while he is actually pretty charming and easy to speak with, he's not used to attention and doesn't even stop to think of the possibility.

of course - that was before you, that is. and this tug at his spark, that makes him ignore the cycles of grief, anxiety, fatigue and instead want to earn a bit more from you than a simple hello.

conjux aren't unknown, just a foreign concept for many of the uncogged. especially miners, due to the natural risk with the job. many had died and understandably, few were actually willing to grow close for this very reason.

it's not as if he hasn't weighed the decisions. a part of him is frustrated you smile at him because then he can't forget how his servos shake when you do.

in between short conversations - "what do you think about megatronus?" - "yeah, orion is kind of a glitch, but he means the best." - "oh. so you.. don't have someone waiting for you?"s, it's so obvious he wants you.

when you talk, he leans against the wall, his expression soft. because as violent as he can be, as grouchy or prickly his vocals edge, he wants be soft for you.

elita just shakes her head. he does pick up heavier gear and material around you, puffing his chest. offers you spare energon cubes even though it's digging into his rations.

d-16's love language is touch. he doesn't like it much but he initiates and if you're allowed to instead? then the unspoken is obvious. he may be... stubborn, at first, admitting his feelings. his actions do the talking.

i think he'd do well with a combination - someone who isn't as pessimistic, someone who can still encourage his hope to continue to burn. a little bantering never hurt anyone and coupled with attraction.. well. he's not as irritated with it as one might think.

while he thinks the idea of sparklings is something he may like in the future, he doesn't want to put any risk when he's still so low on the totem pole. if you bring it in passing he tries not to jump you. because while it's clear you two are intertwined, the idea of a part of him connecting with you and creating something new makes him dangerously possessive.

But delving more into Miniformer for this universe, I thought it'd be funny if this planet was found by you, an astronaut set for the moon but landing WAY off course.

It'd probably be so bizarre at first, familiar buildings but different architecture and an unknown language.

Of course, you're apprehended by Airachnid and taken to Sentinel, who you're able to make a deal with. Help keep you alive and you'll share information he may want. What job you get or take doesn't matter to many, given you're a “celeb” of sorts.

A random human unknown to Cybertronians, suddenly landing on their home and ready to share information as a sign of peace?

You're unique! Soft! Smart too!

And the fact that you're wearing a necklace, made by a collective of intrigued scientists, to understand them. It flatters them to know that you care enough to WANT to understand them.

(ive been STRUGGLING so damn bad over b bc WHYD THEY MAKE HIM SO CUTE AND SILLY IN THE MOVIE??)

Drink up, Eat enough, sleep well and take lots of rest Kier!! :)

B-127 X READER

TYSM DOLLY! This request is so silly. Sorry this is short :3

Cybertronian! Fem reader

No warnings just silliness