Transformers x Reader

Optimus x Reader

"Leave."

Glancing over to the iron gray frame of both my leader, and master, I nod softly, gathering my armor quietly as he lays back onto the large berth.

Armor on, I avoid looking back, optics void of any emotion as I exit, the gentle sound of the door closing behind me covering my vent.

Walking away, I slightly wince, placing a servo on my hipplating, attempting to relocate it. Venting heavily in failure, I limp toward the med-bay, frame mournfully sore as I slide past various injured drones, crashing onto a medical berth.

Dull red optics glancing around the med-bay, the bright frame of cherry red stands out from the bleak colors around it. Looking down, I vent once again, reaching over to a small tabletop, grabbing a small buffer.

Propping my pedes up onto the berth, I slowly go over my frame, mending any scratches or wounds as I pop out large dents scattered along my frame.

"(Y/N)-Oh my. Again? I swear I'm going to tell Megatron to go easy on you, having you come in here almost offline!"

Shaking my helm, a hidden smile crosses my faceplate. Looking up to the red medic, I buff away smaller scrapes.

"You know it's been worst, Knockout."

Grumbling, he gestures tiredly to the medical berth, signaling me to lay down. Setting the buffer down, I wince as I slowly lower.

"Now what is it this time?"

Straining my pedes, I offline my optics, servos hanging limp off the sides of the berth.

"Hipplating today."

Humming lightly, he places a servo onto my hipplating, digits tweezing around the wires as he searches for the direct point of injury.

"I'm sure I could win something if we set up a small bet on what you get injured from next."

Grin deepening, I flinch as he suddenly jerks my frame, a loud snap resonating through the room.

Leaning up, I shake my helm, easing off of the berth. Testing my pedes, I nod, humming.

"Thank you Knockout, see you later."

Smile wavering as he mutters a small 'I hope not', I aimlessly wander around the sparse halls, digits trailing lightly against the walls.

:::(Y/N)!:::

Jolting into focus, I worriedly glance around, feeling a sense of calm as I see nothing around me. Placing a servo to my helm, I lean against the wall.

:Yes, my Liege?:

:::Report directly to the flight deck, Starscream has failed once again and requires assistance.:::

Muttering to myself, I run to the flight deck, pedes almost sliding off balance as I turn a corner. Pushing past drones, I come into the flight deck.

Slowing to a jog, I see a groundbridge open, shrugging lightly, I run through, processor entirely uninterested.

Coming to the other side, I glance around, dodging a stray shot. Peering over, I roll my optics, seeing Starscream plead for his function before the Autobots.

"Now, if I have any sense in my processor, I would have to think that you are somehow being traitorous Starscream."

Sarcasm wafting through my voice, I narrow my optics at the Autobots, weapons drawn as they each stare at me.

"So nice to finally meet you, (Y/N)."