Finally Got Around To Writing This Project I Mentioned Ages Ago! Behold, The First In A Series Of G/t

Finally got around to writing this project I mentioned ages ago! Behold, the first in a series of g/t cautionary tales! Starting with a classic deadly sin for borrowers - greed.

I’m considering turning it into a collection so others can add their own stories.

Hello! Can I get a romantic scenario of First Contact AU with Yandere TFP Optimus and female human? Maybe she's a bystander who caught his optics, and he decided she'd have a better life with him.

Like, look at this human nest he set up for you, right beside his own berth. There's even functioning water system, electricity, and all. Much better than your apartment, right?

Thank you!

Hi!! Thank you for being my first TFP Optimus request! And yandere on top of that?? AND FIRST CONTACT??? You have excellent taste >:)

It was fun exploring this kind of character for Optimus, I hope you enjoy!!

Warnings: SFW, Fem!Human!Reader, Yandere, First Contact AU, kidnapping

The moment Optimus laid his optics on you, he knew a helpless little creature such as yourself needed to be kept safe.

By sheer coincidence, you were caught in the crossfire of a battle between Optimus and a handful of Decepticons. You dodged and weaved between the heavy footfalls of the gigantic metal titans above you, trying to at least find a decent place to hide. Pieces of metallic armor clashed to the floor beside you as Vehicons fell left and right— the booming sound of the Prime’s blaster fire nearly rupturing your ears.

Black and purple obscures your vision as another ‘Con grunt crumbles to the floor in front of you, and you just barely manage to dodge out of the way. The moment you think you’re home free, however, a shadow casts itself over you, and you swallow as you dare to look up.

A grey pede, readying itself to land upon you.

The towering blue and red mech had cleared the area and was merely shifting his stance. He hadn’t the slightest awareness that you were there.

By reflex, you let out a shrill scream, cowering into yourself on the ground and hoping your demise is quick and painless—

But a deep tremor within the earth and the sound of clanging metal mere inches away from you allows you to let go of the breath you were holding.

Apprehensively, you lower your arms from your face and pry your eyes open, and you lock eyes with a steely blue stare. You’re practically directly under the metal titan, as he takes a step or so backwards to properly examine you.

Optimus was not aware that earth was populated with these… tiny, Cybertronian-like beings.

He suddenly drops to a crouch before you, and the breeze from his movement rushes past you, leaving you flinching and raising your arms to protect yourself once more. He removes his faceplate with a tinny click, and you can see his lips purse in curiosity as he tilts his helm. A massive black servo reaches down to your curled up body, and a finger longer than your entire form pushes its way up against you.

Slowly, your arms are forced away from your face, and you have no choice but to stare up at the alien mech with your stinging red eyes. Your chest trembles with your sobbing breaths as the giant above you studies you like you were a bug struggling to free itself from a web.

That massive digit pulls away from you with ease, but no relief comes to you as you watch it instead wrap around behind you. More of his fingers follow suit, and slowly, you’re lifted up higher and higher into the air until you can’t deal with it anymore and shut your eyes, hoping this was all some terrible nightmare that you needed to wake up from already.

Raising himself to his full height, with his free hand, Optimus presses his index finger into your stomach— prompting a little squeak to come from, what he assumed to be, your intake. You were so small in his hold. You rested nearly flat against his palm, yet that was still not enough to cover the expanse of it. And the way his finger only pushed further and further into you the longer he held it there, you were so… soft. Fleshy. Squishy. A texture unlike anything he had seen upon Cybertron.

A new sensation just barely registers itself into the nervecircuits on his finger, and he shifts his attention just a little to see your face. Your eyes were red and your cheeks were stained with an odd liquid trailing down them— that being the thing Optimus must have felt land on him just moments before. You open your mouth and out emerges a series of noises the Prime couldn’t understand. He wasn’t sure how to describe it— squeaks? Chirps? Trills, maybe? Whatever they were, they enraptured him, and the mech paid the utmost attention to how your mouth so perfectly formed around your noises.

You appeared to be so distraught, poor little thing. It made sense, you had nearly been crushed underpede, after all. The terrified look on your face tugged at Optimus spark in the worst way. “I am sorry, little one,” the Prime offers gently, dragging his finger up from your stomach onto your chest. Then, the mech’s optics widen as he sees your tiny hands reach up to grab the tip of his digit.

You struggle with all of your might to push his massive weight off from on top of you. You could barely breathe with such a pressure atop your lungs, and you shouted up at him to let go, or loosen up, anything.

Meanwhile, Optimus only finds himself further enamored.

Poor creature in his palm, finding no other comfort but in the unconventional hold you kept on his finger. He was right, you must have been utterly terrified at this moment. Optimus couldn’t live with himself if he just left you there.

A little organic, scared and alone, suddenly thrusted into a new world and surrounded by things you couldn’t begin to understand…

You would be much better off if you stayed with him. You would be kept perfectly safe under Optimus’ constant watch, never having to fear finding yourself caught between fights you had no place in. He didn’t know much about organics just yet, especially not of earth’s, but he would do the utmost to assure your comfort. You would never have to feel scared again.

And so, Optimus came to his decision.

He pulls his digit away from you once more, and for a moment, you think your pleads have come through to him. Though, you don’t even have a moment to attempt to communicate once more as you can hear the hydraulics of the mech’s fingers behind you suddenly start to shift. Slowly, you’re tilted within his hold as the digits wrap themselves around your body into a fist. Then, before you can even attempt to struggle against it, you’re brought down from his face and near his chassis. The only sight you’re met with is Optimus’ scratched windshield, and past that, the reflection of your own disheveled appearance. A surge of adrenaline rushes through you as you shout in his grip, doing anything you can to pull yourself free.

But as Optimus hears this, his spark only stings more. You were scared to death, and he knew that, the mech only wished he knew how to assure you that you were safe. He was taking you back to the base, the place where you would be safest of all. Actions spoke louder than words, he supposed— once he saw how well he would treat you, he knew you would eventually see a smile on your face.

With his free servo, Optimus raises it to his audial. “Ratchet, I am requesting a groundbridge at my coordinates. Additionally, I ask that you pull up any information we may have regarding organics and their natural habitats. I have one with me that you may wish to see.”

Just trying to write a little fluffy thing with Rung and it very quickly got out of hand. Now working on a 2 or 3-parter instead of a one shot!

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Hi anon! Absolutely, feel free to vibe as much as you’d like.

The offer of cookies is appreciated and accepted, thank you!

Surprise chapter! The long-awaited second chapter of this fic from nearly a year ago. Woo!

hi! Figured I’d throw out a request, can I request a GN!Human reader x TFP! Ratchet

maybe reader has arthritis in their knees and when the weather gets gross they have a hard time being mobile? Maybe just some comfort fluff for those of us who shouldn’t have arthritis early in life but do.

Hi!! I did my best to portray it as accurately as I could, but as I personally don’t have arthritis I do apologize if anything is inaccurate. If anything, I hope the hurt/comfort is enough :) and thank you for being my first TFP Ratchet request!! I hope you enjoy!

Warnings: SFW, GN!Human!Reader

Much to your displeasure, the gloomy weather outside looked as though it wasn’t going to let up anytime soon.

You enjoyed the arid conditions of Jasper, Nevada for the express reasons of the ease of your mobility. While you would always have your uncomfortable moments, you at least took comfort in the fact that they were lesser now that you lived in such a warm, dry environment.

That was, until it began to rain.

And it kept on raining.

And it persisted for almost a week now.

The humidity caused a constant ache within you, spreading all over your body. At first you thought you could tolerate it— power through until the weather started to clear and you could feel more like yourself again. But days passed, and the throbbing pain only got worse.

You sat carefully upon the couch within the Autobot base, trying to find any position that would at least somewhat alleviate your discomfort— unsuccessfully, might you add. The kids were all out at school and the Autobots were out on their rounds scouting for energon, so there was little you could find entertainment in in no one’s company.

Well, except for Ratchet, of course.

You had opted to stay behind on most Autobot missions, so you had grown fond of the grumpy old bot. While there were some days that you felt he wanted nothing to do with you— or any of the humans, for that matter— you could tell from his soft eyes and stifled smile the very next moment he laid his optics on you that he never really meant any harm from his outbursts. He had seen plenty of pain in his life, and you knew more than anyone that sometimes you can let your pain get the better of you.

Thus why you sit quietly up on the couch upon the catwalk, sucking air in through your teeth as you shift in your seat— trying to get into a more comfortable position but immediately regretting the decision. You can hear the soft sound of Ratchet shift in his spot before the main computer module as well, and as you raise your head to see if he was looking at you, you inadvertently end up instantly locking eyes with him.

Nervously, you chuckle and turn your gaze away. “Oops,” you mumble, hoping the medic brushes it off as easily as you were trying to in that moment.

However, the doctor is not so easily swayed. “Is something the matter?” His aged voice echoes throughout the otherwise silent base.

“Hm? Oh, nothing, Ratchet,” you did your best to act as nonchalantly as possible. “We just looked at each other at the same— ack—“ you cut yourself off as another stinging pain decides to run through you— aimed at your leg, this time. Near instantly, you can hear the sound of heavy footsteps make their way closer towards you, only further evidenced by the little quakes in the earth that quickly fall in time with them. You look up from the offending pained spot to lock eyes with Ratchet once more— faceplate right up against the balcony with optical ridges furrowed in concern.

“Is it happening again?”

The Autobots were indeed aware of your condition— varying levels of their understanding of it aside. It would’ve been unfair to them to not explain it to them. But as the medic of the group, Ratchet always seemed to pay closer attention than most whenever you expressed your discomfort. You always tried to brush it off, you knew they had much bigger things to worry about than a simple human condition, why did you have to impose upon them trivial issues like that? But Ratchet always paid close attention, and soon came to learn more about your condition than anyone on the base.

First, you opened your mouth to argue. But under the gentle blue light of his optics— optics which gazed down at you with a softness you never thought you would see from the mech— you slowly closed your mouth and slumped in your seat in defeat. “…yeah,” was all you could muster up to say.

Darkness casts itself over you for just a moment, and you barely have time to process your quickly changing surroundings as you’re lifted from your seat. Ratchet had reached over the yellow railings of the catwalk and scooped you up into a hand, pulling you closer towards him. “You should have told me sooner. I can’t believe you were in such pain for so long without saying anything about it.” His tone almost sounded like he was scolding you, but in your experience in speaking with him, you know that slight frustration was just his way of showing he truly cared.

You chuckle lightly to yourself, leaning into the well-formed crooks of his palm. Natural warmth emitted itself from the metal beneath you, and already you could feel your joints alleviating themselves from their previously tight, icky feeling. “Sorry,” You shrug, and Ratchet only offers a scoff. Slowly, you’re pulled further into his frame, and you have no choice but to spread your arms wide against the mech’s chassis. Warmth surrounds you at all sides, and you melt into this unorthodox embrace. His idly running engine rumbles against you in the best way.

“You’re sure this is okay?” You ask, “I know you’re busy. I don’t want to get in the way while you work…”

“I have two servos for a reason,” Ratchet’s voice grumbles above you as he starts back towards his work station. “And no team member will ever be below top working condition, as long as I have anything to say about it.”