You were bored out of your helm. The Autobots were quiet, there were no missions, and almost every'Con in Steeljaw's pack was sleeping. Thunderhoof was supposed to be on nighttime duty, but as we can all tell, he kinda passed it on to you. You were the only one awake at the freakishly early hour.
Speak of Uncrion, and he shall appear, because Thunderhoof walked up to you. You slowly lifted your (f/c) helm towards him, a death glare in your (e/c) optics.
"Oi, wha'cha doin' up so late ya cray cray femme?" Thunderhoof asked. You were left with two options. Pondering on the thought, you sighed. You only online once, so why not make the most of it?
"Well, a certain some'Con decided to be a lazy aft and take a brake from work, dumping in on meh. So, that's what I'm doing." The 'Con looked ticked at your remark, but didn't do anything.
"Jus' walkin' 'round. 'Cided to come on down an' take back th' job," he responded.
"Oh thank Primus!" You cried, standing up from the desk chair. A 'ping' erupted from to energon reading scanners. A lone Autobot.
You hissed in annoyance, shaking your (f/c) helm. "Couldn't of given that to me any later, could ya Autobots?" Thunderhoof laughed in the background. Your glare shut him up real fast.
"Go on after it. I'll b' waitin' for results. Good luck ya femme!" The Decepticon called.
You ignored Thunderhoof. Transforming into your alt-mode, you flew off into the distance to find the signal's origin. And who knows, maybe take down an Autobot while at it.
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You soared over the mountainous terrain of Earth's surface covered in the native vegetation. The shades of green, blue, brown, and yellow flew past you as you cruised along the air currents of the atmosphere. Wait- yellow?
You did an air doughnut and went towards the spot where you saw the flash of yellow. Lo and behold, it was the Autobots. Well, Autobot.
Their overrated leader, the great and gifted adopted sparkling of Optimus Prime himself, Bumblebee, was out and about in the Earth forests. You would have dropped your jaw had you been in bi-pedal mode.
Bumblebee was alone. A sitting duck, as the humans put it, just waiting for any Decepticon that happened to be passing by to pray on. And there was: you.
Slowly flying towards Earth's nasty and muddy surface, you landed in the bushes some fare distance away from the yellow mech. Quietly transforming, you pulled out your handheld cannons from their clips and began to creep closer and closer, readying to aim, until...
"CATCH HER!" A feminine voice yelled. A trap. A trick. A dirty play. And by the Autobots, none the less. 'Huh,' you thought. 'That's new.' Before you could even fire your plasma cannons at anything, they were knocked out of your servos and you were being pushed to the ground into your knees.
You tilted and turned your helm to try and see what was going on to no avail. All you knew was that you were now a prisoner to the Autobots and most likely wouldn't be seeing any of your fellow pack mates again.
Just the thought alone made you sad. Even though that was half of them were nimrods and the other half were dorks, they were your family. They had taken you in when no one else would. And now you were being dragged away from all of that. It made your energon boil.
You began to thrash around and kick out at whatever was in reach. A feral snarl escaped your mouth as you suddenly did a 90 degree turn to try and throw Strongarm off your back struts.
The blue and white Autobot cadet flew and crashed into a nearby tree with a thump.
"Strongarm!" Yelled Bumblebee. You were about to transform when a sword pierced your vision.
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Transformers OneShots - Volume 2 {Requests Closed}
FanfictionLet's give this another shot! First one was deleted for.... reasons, unbeknownst to me. The title explains it all. Transformers x Reader one/two shots. Requests open! There must be two requests per character for me to guaranteed write it. This was f...
