#windblade x reader

Optimus, with the help of Bumblebee and the other Autobots, managed to destroy the bridge. But, since the bridge was in the middle of activation, the explosion caused the space vortex to linger and start sucking everything in. And unfortunately, you weren’t quick enough to grab onto something. You got sucked into the space bridge and later woke up on Decepticon-ruled Cybertron. 

It was honestly a surprise that there was breathable air on the planet, and you quickly hid in a corner before the Cons could notice you. 

The terror you felt at that moment was unlike anything you had ever felt before as the metal giants spoke right above your hiding spot. They spoke in cybertronian, which sounded like metal screeching to your ears.

After the Cons left, you managed to sneak away, finding a safer place to hide and try to contact the others. Thanks to Wheeljack’s weird modifications to your phones after he insisted on enhancing their radio range and connections, so you’ll always be able to find each other. You managed to phone back to Earth. Emily and the others were dead worried after you disappeared, and you desperately pleaded for their help when you revealed where you were. 

Wheeljack identified the city you were in and suggested you go to his secret lab. There, you could try to contact the Autobot resistance that might have stayed behind, and a translator device that should allow you to communicate with them. With little choice, you followed his instructions, trying to avoid being seen by the Cons that were everywhere in the city. Your heart pounded with each step, especially when you were in a world of giants. 

Fast forward. You managed to find your way to Wheeljack’s lab. You found a translator device and tried to repair it, after getting assurance from Wheeljack that it wouldn't blow up like most of his gadgets. You then had a close call with the Cons, who found their way to Wheeljack's lab, investigating a strange signal emitted by your phone, which forced you to turn it off. You then found the Autobot resistance led by Elita One, who took you in after you did a lot of yelling to get her attention. 

The translator device was repaired by the bot named Perceptor, allowing you to finally tell them your situation. You told Elita One everything that had happened, and she and the other Autobots rejoiced to hear that their leader was alive and free since they lost communication with him a long time ago. They then willingly took you under their care.

As you were the first human they had ever seen, they were curious and asked many questions. Though Elita One expressed how it was reckless of Optimus to involve someone as small as you in their war, even though that part wasn’t technically his fault.

Thanks to Perceptor, you were able to get some water and food he could make in his lab, though they weren’t really tasty. And your smaller size apparently helped him with delicate tasks, which you didn't mind since it gave you something to do. At least, his experiments didn't blow up like Wheeljack's. You were glad for his help. Though the bot had a tendency to make remarks about your size and organic body, which often made you sass back at him. It was friendly banter, of course.

You befriended a flying Autobot named Windblade, who was a nice bot. She was good company when you felt homesick since she was from a colony called Caminus. She made you think of Emily and that the two would get along. She was also apparently this person called a city speaker, someone who can talk to titan transformers.

You were astonished to hear that there were even bigger robots than the bots.

According to her, many of the titans had been lost to the ages or were in deep slumber, but there was one she had been trying to reach and convince to help the Autobots, a titan named Metroplex. 

As you had pretty much nothing to do, you once asked her if you could join her on one of her trips, interested to see it in action. The first time you reached the speaker chamber and saw Windblade do her mind magic thing. There was this deep rumble and electric sensation that kinda tickled your skin. Even though Windblade said you wouldn’t likely be able to hear the titan or speak to him, you felt like something was watching or listening. It made sense in a way since you were inside the titan itself.

You heard Windblade talk to the titan, trying to convince him to help the Autobots or take them to Earth so they could rejoin Optimus. However, Metroplex was apparently tired of the wars he had seen, seeing them as meaningless and wanting to remain in slumber even if there was a prime. He refused to participate in the war and withdrew from Windblade. 

When Windblade shared this, you kind of understood Metroplex’s view. Windblade had told you that City Titans were ancient beings, so Metroplex had likely seen a lot of wars and things lost to time. If you were in his place, you probably wouldn't want to join either, even though his help could be really useful at the moment. 

There was then another Decepticon attack, making Windblade leave you in the chamber to deal with it. You didn’t think much of it. You walked over to a wall, leaned your back against it, and slowly slid down to sit on the floor. You set the translator down on the floor and took out your phone, the screen's light illuminating the dim chamber. 

Tapping on the screen, you scrolled through the pictures in your gallery. You looked at the photos you had collected over time with Emily and the Autobots—pictures of you, Emily, Noah, his little brother, and Elena together. Pictures of Mirage, Bumblebee, and Arcee joining you all in making dumb faces. A few blurry shots of explosions from Wheeljack’s failed experiments. Some pics of confused Optimus, and some old pictures of Earth and your home. Emily always forced you to take pictures or use your phone to memorize the moments, since you didn’t usually bother keeping pictures. You had found it annoying at the time, but now you were glad she did.

Tears began burning in your eyes. You sniffed and dried it up. You weren't usually this emotional, but damn, homesickness sucked.

There was then the familiar hum, making you look up as it was similar to the one when Windblade did that city speaker mind thing to talk to Metroplex. 

Your translator then suddenly beebed and let out strange sounds. It was like signals getting mixed up before a voice came through. 

"Little... one..."

Shivers went through you. You grabbed the translator with a shaking hand as you had an odd feeling you knew who that voice belonged to. 

"Hello...?" you spoke. 

"Is that you... Metroplex?" you asked. 

There was silence for a moment. Your translator then beebed again. 

"Yes..." 

Goosebumps littered your skin. It wasn’t out of fear, even though the moment felt weird and kinda chilly. Your mind struggled to find a reason for this. How? Didn't Windblade say only city speakers are able to communicate with the titans? Perceptor did say something about the translator being able to pick up radio waves. Could that be it?

"Uhm... Hi...,” you said, a bit awkwardly. “ Sorry… If I was being noisy. Honestly, I didn’t think you would notice I was here. I'm pretty small after all," you added, and then waited. 

"Metroplex notices all life," came the response. 

"You are not of Cybertron. What are you?" he asked. 

"I'm a human. I'm from a planet… called Earth," you answered. 

"Earth?" he questioned. 

"Yeah, Earth," you confirmed. "It's... pretty far from here, from what I have been told. I kinda got accidentally sucked here on Cybertron by a space bridge," you explained with a chuckle. 

“Earth is a lot different from Cybertron, too. For instance, it’s full of organic life. Animals of all shapes and sizes live in the sky, oceans, and on land. The sky is blue, sometimes dotted with white clouds. And most of the planet is covered in oceans, which are full of life as well. Funnily enough, only a small part of it has been explored—kind of like space,” you continued.

You stopped. "Sorry. Kinda started rambling here. I've been here on Cybertron only for like a week, but I already kinda miss it," you said, rubbing the back of your head.  

There was a hum around you before the translator came to life again. 

"Can you tell more of... Earth?" Metroplex asked. 

You felt surprised, but didn't feel like rejecting the idea. You then began describing Earth as best as you could. The skies, wind, the grass, and all kinds of things you have seen in your life. It honestly helped you from feeling down and homesick. 

"Your world is… beautiful," Metroplex remarked through the translator.

"It is beautiful. Sometimes, we humans don't appreciate it enough. Sometimes we only notice things when they are long gone," you answered rather solemnly.

"Explain?" 

"We humans are... pretty complicated creatures. Sometimes straight up chaotic, and sometimes we do things with a lack of care toward the consequences. Some of us react destructively toward things we do not understand, and sometimes because we are afraid. But some of us do things to preserve things and protect those we care about. Sometimes we act with pure stubbornness despite the odds against us. Some of us can be as bad as the Decepticons, but some of us are good and willing to protect with anything we've got, kinda like Optimus," you explained.

"The prime of this age?" Metroplex questioned. 

"Yeah. Optimus had protected Earth from many threats. He didn't have to, but he did, even when we humans might never acknowledge or even thank him. He willingly puts himself in danger to protect the others. And despite how tired he is... he still moves forward," you said, thinking about the things he had done for you and his autobots. 

"I admire that about him. That, despite how tired he is or how much he has gone through, he still has enough strength to be kind,” you spoke honestly. “I wish… I could return everything he had done for us. But unfortunately, I'm technically the size of an ant, so there isn't much I could do for him," you said, speaking your admiration for the Autobot leader. 

"Uhm... an ant is technically the smallest creature on Earth," you cleared. 

Metroplex was quiet for a moment. "Even... the smallest of creatures can make the greatest difference," he spoke. 

You didn't have time to question it when Windblade returned. She apologized for the wait and shared that the Decepticon attack had been repelled. 

You thought that might be the only conversation you would have with the titan. You stayed with Windblade and the other bots as they were trying to build an operational ship to take them and you to Earth since Metroplex was unwilling to help. Elita One planned to stay behind with a few selects to keep up with the sabotage and espionage, though asking you to deliver a message to Optimus for her. However, the Cons were not making your efforts easy. Honestly, it felt like they were throwing everything at you to make sure you wouldn’t leave Cybertron.

There was then an attack, where the Decepticon Soundwave’s minicons managed to get past the defences, and you had an encounter with them. When it looked like you were about to get pounced by Ravage, the room suddenly changed around you. The minicons got thrown into a pit while you were moved safely away from them or the combat. 

Despite your beating heart and the shock that the room around you began changing itself, you felt the familiar sensation and hum, giving you a feeling that you knew who was responsible. 

You were found by Windblade, who was glad to see you okay. After the attack and recovering from your near death experienced, you decided to return to the speaker chamber. Thankfully, the huge doors seemed advanced enough to notice your presence and open up for you. You wouldn’t know how to explain to Windblade that you managed to speak with Metroplex. 

You hesitated for a moment before activating the translator. “Metroplex… can you hear me?” you asked and waited. 

There was silence for a moment, and when it stretched, you began to doubt about the chances of speaking with him, or if you imagined the whole thing. 

Your translator suddenly beeped again, and a familiar voice came through. 

“I am here, Little one,” Metroplex spoke. 

Despite having heard his voice before, you still felt goosebumps. The idea of being able to speak with the titan left you feeling somewhat excited and nervous. Windblade would probably find it shocking. 

“I just… wanted to say thank you for the earlier. For saving me from the minicons, assuming the changing of the room was you,” you said. 

“Metroplex will allow no harm to come to the little one,” Metroplex answered. 

The answer left a small smile on your face.

You are not sure how or why. But you eventually started visiting the chamber more often. There was something about Metroplex that left you feeling comforted as you told him more about Earth and listened to his tales about Cybertron. Perhaps it also helped you tolerate the stretched time on Cybertron. You eventually did tell Windblade that you were able to talk to the titan, though she was skeptical about it. 

Then the news came that the Cons and Megatron were going to travel to Earth, having confirmed Optimus and other Autobots’ location there. It hastened Windblade’s and others' efforts to get there first, but the latest skirmish with the Cons had left the ship they were working on destroyed.

The idea of your world and your friends being in danger left you feeling overwhelmed. You tried to hide your sadness from others, but of course, Metroplex was the one to notice. It was odd as he spoke to you outside the chamber for the first time, asking what was causing you this distress. 

You told him what was happening and that Megatron had left for Earth. 

“You know, I’m terrified of what Megatron and Cons might do to Earth. Even if we humans are destructive sometimes and lack appreciation for things that matter, I have heard so many times how Megatron and the Cons have invaded innocent worlds and stripped them of everything until they are lifeless husks. I have no doubt that Optimus would rise to defend Earth. But they are greatly outnumbered. Even if I, Windblade, and the others find a way to get there, I fear what I might find, or if it's too late,” you spoke honestly.

You sniffed. “Sorry for being emotional… The situation is a bit overwhelming. And I feel helpless to do anything about it,” you said as more tears fell from your eyes. 

There was silence for a moment. Then, suddenly, the room around you lit up in a light it hadn’t had before. The humming became stronger, and the electrical sensation pulsed in a strange, alive way. 

“Metroplex?” you questioned. 

“Fear not… Metroplex shall aid the prime and defend the little one’s world,” he replied. 

You felt a new type of goosebumps on your skin before the room around you began changing. You were brought to Windblade and the others, who looked around in confusion as the entire structure was changing. Systems are also activated on the computer screens. 

“What is going on?” Perceptor questioned, checking the computers. “Metroplex is activating his travel systems. He is preparing to take off.”

“Windblade, you did it.” He turned toward her. 

“This wasn’t me…” Windblade answered, confused. 

“I…” you started, gaining their attention. “I… might have told Metroplex what was happening, and he… he said he was going to help us,” you explained. 

“By Primus… “ Windblade looked at you but then smiled. “You convinced him!”

“I did?” you questioned, still kinda confused by what was happening. 

However, the celebration was short-lived when alarms were set. Perceptor checked the computers and said the Cons had managed to implant a virus into Metroplex’s systems, which prevented him from transforming. Perceptor revealed the damage was happening in a deep part of the titan’s system, which was too narrow for even minicons to get through. 

There was then trembling and blaring alarms. The Cons were attacking, most likely having realized what was happening.

Windblade questioned how long it would take to do the repairs. Perceptor answered that it could take hours. After seeing the schematics of the damaged systems, you saw that the paths were wide enough for you to get through. 

At that moment, you found the courage to act. You told them that you were small enough to get to the damaged conduits. They just needed to give you the tools and instructions since you were not familiar with electrical stuff.

Windblade protested, saying it was too dangerous. You told her that Megatron was already heading for Earth, and with the Cons trying to get in, you might not make it there in time. And Metroplex was your friend. You would rather face your fears than let the virus destroy him, especially when there was something you could do about it.

Determined for the first time in your life, Windblade relented, though she said to come back immediately after finishing the repairs. 

Perceptor gave you the necessary tools you could use and guided you through the small tunnels and paths to Metroplex’s depths. The space tightened quickly. The air hummed with energy, and dim pulses of light flickered along wires in the walls like veins of electricity. It also became very warm that you began to sweat as you moved. 

Good thing you weren’t claustrophobic. Even though the tight space and electrical danger made you uncomfortable. 

With Perecptor’s guidance, you found the first damaged conduit and began to do the repairs, following the bot’s instructions as carefully as possible. You then followed to the next damage. 

There was a loud groan around you, which sounded like something in pain. 

“Hold on, Metroplex! I’m on my way,” you spoke through the translator. 

It felt like you were in the labyrinth of wires, conduits, and mechanical things for hours. You were sweating from the heat, but the more you repaired, the more you knew what to do, allowing you to speed up. 

You eventually found the final damaged conduit.

The conduit was dislodged. A thick energon cable lay loose across the floor, sparking violently.

“Okay…” you breathed, setting the toolbox down. “Perceptor. I found the last conduit.”

“Good. Now. Listen carefully,” Perceptor said, his tone sharper now. “Once the conduit is restored, I will initiate a neural purge protocol. A high-intensity energon surge will cascade through Metroplex’s processor lattice and eradicate the corruption.”

“The energy output will be too much for your organic body to handle. So, once you are done, evacuate immediately, “ he continued. “You have approximately 180 astro-seconds before the purge reaches your position.”

“Okay…” you swallowed, knowing that was like three minutes, which should be plenty for you to escape. 

You took out the tools and did the same repairs as with the last conduits. After that, you placed the cable back into its place. 

“Okay. The conduit is fixed,” you spoke to the comlink, packing the tools. 

“Good. Initiating purge cascade. Evacuate now,” Perceptor commanded. 

You turned toward the maintenance path to leave, but then the entire structure lurched violently. You were thrown against the wall, your toolbox clattering to the floor. Behind you, the conduit cable ripped loose. 

“No! No! No!” you yelled when you saw it. You quickly went back and tried to place the cable back into its place, but it wouldn’t stick. You then saw that the locking clamps were damaged. 

“No…” You uttered in horror. 

Your surroundings became warmer and static. The purge was coming. Panic rose in your chest. The Cons were attacking with all they got, and if the purge failed, Windblade, Metroplex, Perceptor, and the others might not make it. Optimus and the others might not get the help they need. Emily, Noah, and your friends…

In that moment, you placed the cable back and held it in place with your body. You held on tight as you saw the purge coming, the light blinding you, and the area around you becoming incredibly hot. 

You knew this would kill you, but the idea of the Cons destroying Earth and killing your friends allowed you to accept what was coming. 

With only a few seconds left, you took out the translator. 

“Metroplex, if you hear this. I just wanted to say… thank you for listening. And if you see Optimus and the others… tell them that I love them... and I’m sorry for not coming back home.” You spoke, your voice shaky and a few tears dropping from your eyes as you watched your death coming closer. 

You then dropped the translator, holding onto the cable so it would stay in place. You then closed your eyes, waiting for the pain. 

It was instant. There was an intense burning pain, ripping out a scream from your throat. Then all became white. 

Perceptor watched as the screen showed a successful purge and systems returning to normal. 

“The system's operational again. The purge was successful!” Perceptor spoke. 

“Go for it, Metroplex!” Wingblade called out. 

Metroplex activated his systems and boosters, which then allowed him to detach from the ground and fly through the atmosphere, leaving Cybertron. Safe in space, setting course toward Earth, the Autobots that chose to come cheered. 

“Good job, (Name). You did well.” Perceptor spoke through the coms, but there was an odd silence. 

“(Name)?” he called again, but no response. 

The cheering soon quieted. As Perceptor tried again, more urgently. “(Name)? What’s your status?”

“(Name)? Where are you?” Windblade tried, but nothing. 

“(Name)?!” 

Windblade looked around the room, worried. “Metroplex. Where are they?” she asked, nearly in a whisper. 

There was a shifting of walls and plates. Soon, a platform was revealed and brought forth with strange gentleness. On top of it was a small, lifeless body, scorched by the purging wave. Windblade gasped, even though the body was nearly entirely evaporated, there was enough for her to recognize it was you. Her servo shakily hovered over her mouth as she stared at your dead body in silent horror and realization.

“No…” Windblade muttered, nearly shaking her helm. 

Perceptor looked away, closing his optics in silence. Sadness fell among the Autobots after realizing that you had perished. 

Through the city speaker connection, Metroplex revealed what had happened and the sacrifice you made to ensure the purging was successful, so they could leave Cybertron and travel to Earth to join Optimus and the others. 

The sadness that followed was immense. For someone as small as you, you had done something not many would do. 

The travel through space was quiet. There was this grimness and emptiness your passing had left, though you sometimes believed you were barely noticeable; your small presence had become big enough for everyone on the titan to notice when it was gone. 

Perceptor stored your remains in a small compartment so it would be preserved enough to return to your home planet, so you could be laid to rest on your own home soil. Though he often avoided looking at it, pushing his attention to work and do repairs on the damage left by the battle. 

Windblade began visiting the speaker chamber to talk with Metroplex. Your passing allowed them to communicate more openly. Metroplex shared about the conversations you had together, and Windblade mourned, unable to forget the sight of your dead body and the silence your death had left. She confessed how she now felt afraid to reach Earth, to tell Optimus and your friends that you had given your life to make sure she and the others could leave Cybertron. That you didn’t come back home alive.

The guilt she felt was unexplainable. She felt like she had failed in a way that couldn’t be repaired, or if she should have never allowed you to go and risk your life. Then… 

“Windblade… “ Metroplex spoke. 

“Yes. Metroplex?” she answered. 

“Though Little one might no longer be here physically. They are not entirely gone…” he revealed. 

“What do you mean?” Windblade asked, confused.

Then suddenly, he brought her into the mind space. The darkness of the mind space surrounded her. Lines of data glowed through the dark like a river. Windblade hovered in the air like a phantom. 

“When the contact happened… I sensed the little one’s consciousness in my systems.” Metroplex revealed. 

Windblade then saw a flicker of light in the dark of the mind space. It was small, like a small star. When Windblade took a closer look, she gasped when the light became a small familiar body. It was you, hugging your knees and keeping your eyes closed like you were asleep. Windblade nearly couldn’t believe her optics, hovering her servos around your small, flickering body, afraid that if she touched you, you would vanish like a small ember. 

Metroplex shared that after the surge, parts of your consciousness and essence scattered into his systems. He had managed to collect whatever he could and store it safely before they could disappear. 

He then instructed Windblade to go to the chamber of his spark — the place where new transformers born from a titan’s life force could be born. 

Windblade was confused as she had thought Metroplex could no longer give life, that he had no more protoforms.

Metroplex revealed that he has one protoform left. He can use his spark to bring the protoform to life and infuse your remaining consciousness into it. To bring you back to life. Maybe not as a human, but as a newborn transformer.

Windblade went to the chamber as instructed, confusing the others with her behavior, who then followed out of curiosity. With Metroplex showing the way, she found a way to the chamber.

The chamber was lined with pods that had been empty for ages. Lines of energon glowed through the dark as Metroplex’s spark illuminated the chamber. Soon, a pod rose from the floor, revealing a protoform. 

Metroplex's voice then echoed in Windblade’s mind. 

“This will be the last life I will give.”

Metroplex’s spark began pulsing. Windblade and the others watched as a new spark was separated from the titan’s. It shone with a unique mix of blue, green, and white. It left Windblade thinking of the Earth you had described. The spark then settled within the protoform’s empty chest. There was a bright light in the room as the protoform began changing shape, encasing the spark and morphing into a body. 

The light soon died down, and in the pod rested a transformer. The transformer slowly opened its optics, revealing bright blue optics. Windblade nearly held her breath as the transformer looked around, moving its servos in curiosity. 

When the newborn transformer locked its optics with her, she nearly froze. Though in a different form, she could still recognize your soul. 

“Hel.. lo?” you spoke. 

“Hello, dear friend,” she said, reaching her servos to you. You quietly grabbed it, and she helped you off the pod. You nearly stumbled on your feet, but she held you. You then stood before her, looking at her and the others curiously. 

“Who… are you?” you questioned. 

“I’m Windblade. Can you tell what your name is?” she asked. 

You looked confused for a moment before. “My name is… (Name)?” 

The other Autobots gasped silently, murmuring to each other.

Windblade nearly couldn't hold back her tears.

“Why do you look… sad?” you asked. 

“I am just happy to see you again,” she answered, making you look at her curiously.

Windblade helped you adjust to your new life and body. Even though you couldn’t remember much from your previous life as Metroplex was only able to save fragments of your consciousness. She and the others promised that you would have the chance to live again—to rediscover what had once been yours, and to create something new from what remained.

It took a toll on him. He doesn’t sing anymore. Doesn’t hum. His various instruments never get touched now, sitting in a closet where he doesn’t have to bare painful witness to the life he never got to live. The hope for that life getting destroyed in the cinders alongside his homeland, the servo once holding an instrument replaced with a weapon.

Jazz doesn’t tell you anything now. He doesn’t communicate and Primus he wants to- but he can’t. Can’t bring himself to get comfortable and potentially endanger you. If he lets you in, he could hurt you. What if he snapped? Knows all too well the danger of humans being around Cybertronians. And what if something happens else to you? If a Decepticon got their servos on you? It would be the straw that broke the camels back for him.

Jazz never lost his signature smirk, sporting it all the time like a cherished accessory. Clinging to it like a lifeline in a desperate attempt to stave off the emotional turmoil he felt. He isn’t truthful about how he feels and you know it’s because he’s scared. But can you bring that up to him? No. You can’t. Who would you be if you made him relive those horrible memories?

You know he loves you, you know he wants to protect you. But you couldn’t keep living this way. The Jazz you knew and fell for is gone, replaced by a husk of what he once was. How can you stand idly by and endure seeing him in pain, feel it through your bond? You couldn’t anymore. Hoping that space and time apart would help him, help you both. Maybe he could pick up music again if he wasn’t so worried about your safety all the time? Didn’t keep himself up at night guarding you? You didn’t know. All you could do was take your leave. Tried to talk to him and he knew that was it. He had to let you go for your own well-being. So he does. Holding onto to that smile for dear life so you don’t come back just because of him. Needs to protect you, no matter what.

Skywarp

Skywarp was too immature, and took things too far.

You once fell for his lovable, prankster antics. It was fun! You two became partners in crime. Playing little pranks on his siblings and other Decepticons. Flying around together, though you never did get super used to the teleporting thing. It really was all fun and games for a while.

But then, you wonder if you enabled him too much. His idea of humor was never quite, you could say, appreciated by the masses. When it came to Autobots or even other humans.. His jokes hurt. Oftentimes they’d even injure the recipients. Or worse.

It horrified you. Snickering because you put cellophane in front of someone’s door and they face plant is one thing- but now his so called “pranks” were going too far. When you bring it up to him, he seems stifled. His wings bristle. What’s so different all the sudden? You used to think his jokes were funny, and now you’re saying he took it too far? Had you just not realized the nature of his reasoning for them before? Could barely stand the Decepticons. Definitely couldn’t stand the Autobots. And what- humans? You were the only one that actually matters. You complained about how shitty they were all the time, so what’s the big deal? His jokes always hurt people. That was his whole thing. Doesn’t understand why you changed and it’s frustrating. You were the only person he’d ever had fun with, where did that go?

You try to explain the difference but he all but ignores you. Says he’ll tone it down because he truly doesn’t want to lose you, but he’s still upset. Doesn’t want to have difficult conversations. Doesn’t like confrontation, not from you, not this kind.

Time goes on and he seems to take his frustrations from the war out on just about anyone now. Sometimes he even plays little pranks on you but they don’t hold the same air of fun loving and lightheartedness they used to. Unlike the others, he never hurts you. Never causes you physical harm, but the emotional distress of seeing him hurt others so carelessly becomes too much. You don’t join him in his pranking anymore.

What once was all fun and games, turns sour through new intentions. You blame yourself for changing him, although Skywarp knows the truth. He’d always been this way, just hadn’t found an outlet for it yet. Used to play pranks on his siblings and that’s why they treated him the way they did; but then again Star was always overly pompous and Thundercracker was too preoccupied to give him the time of day.

He tries to stay and talk to you when you have a final confrontation, telling him you’re through if he doesn’t change. But he can’t, can’t look you in those beautiful eyes, so alien yet so familiar to him now, and handle being the reason for your pain. He really tried his best, but he refused to make a promise he couldn’t keep to you, at the bare minimum.

He teleports away. You’re alone now. Hopes he’ll be able to face you once again soon but he can’t right now. Clings on to that little bit of hope that you may forgive him, take him back or even find him just to say you hate him, anything. It breaks you both but you have to go. Neither one under any illusion that his change will come easy or even in your lifetime if this war continues. Things take time. You both just hope you have it.

Windblade

She always put her duties first.

You couldn’t blame her, at least not totally. Cityspeakers are rare, vital peacekeepers in a world that so recently was ravaged by war. They were so so necessary at this crucial time, more important than ever in the process of rebuilding Cybertron and it’s colonies. How could you ask her to prioritize you?

For a while, she tried her best. Ran herself ragged and stretched herself too thin just to try and make time for the two of you. Given the difference in sleep schedules and you needing to be on Earth at least part of the time, you two barely got to spend a cycle together. Falling asleep in her arms only to wake up to nothing more than a note on the nightstand.. it started to sting.

When you confronted her about it- maybe you two could make better arrangements- she snapped. She hadn’t meant to, she was just so exhausted from her duties and balancing everything that she accidentally took it out on you. Dropped the ball she meant to keep hidden, said what she couldn’t take back. Said her duties came first no matter what.

Immediately, Windblade apologized. Never being one to snap like that before and certainly not wanting you think you’d done something wrong by communicating. But the damage was done, the hurt in your eyes alone nearly enough to be her undoing. She tried to comfort you, but you both knew she was right. Her duties had to come first, always. Far too important of a role in her culture to neglect.

She visits when she can now. Her visits are impromptu, few and far between. She looks healthier, less tired. You two dance around the subject of what happened that night and don’t share the same intimacy anymore. It eats her alive to not be able to hold you, to comfort the insecurities she knows she’s only made worse. But she can’t.

Her duties come first. Always.

Nautica

Nautica never wanted to settle down.

At first one of the many reasons you fell in love with her, turned sour through time.

She was bright, excitable and intelligent. Her socially awkward nature only added to her nerdy charm; her curiosity of all things following suit. She wanted to travel everywhere, see every planet she could and study everything life had to offer her. Nautica didn’t want to stay anywhere for too long. But after a while, her ambitions began to push you away.

It wasn’t intentional, she just wanted to explore and learn. She tried her best to be accommodating of you! Take you where she went, ensure you were as comfortable as possible. But it’s hard for humans and Cybertronians to be together as it is. And being cooped up in a habsuite alone on an alien planet light years away from home? Didn’t feel very accommodating. Add on the fact that she just couldn’t stay on one planet for too long- sometimes wanting to travel distances humans couldn’t even comprehend away- it got to be too much.

She had such a long life to live, much longer than yours could possibly ever be; you’re just one little human at the end of the day. It felt like you were holding her back.

So you had to let her go. It broke her spark, and your heart too, but the promise to stay in touch was there. Even if it hurt to hear your voice from so far away.

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Note: I literally could not think of a reason for First Aid so I didn’t include him- sorry for my fellow Aid lovers! I’d like to write more angst too but we will see:p