Can You Write An Earthspark Tarantulas X Human Reader Fluff Thing Please?

Can you write an Earthspark Tarantulas x human reader fluff thing please? ❤️

Indeed I can, dear anon! I hope you like it! This spider has been living rent free in my head...

For those who don't know; if you like my writing style you can always commission me!

The dilapidated paths you hauled your old pickup over were "roads" more in name than practice, but considering how important it was for you to remain undetected, you accepted the bumpy ride as a fair price to pay for secrecy. Granted, that fact didn't do your poor back many favors, and the fresh snow on the ground had made for more than a few unnerving slips over the terrain, but you didn't allow yourself to complain. It wasn't like you'd been invited out here. No, you'd decided to head up the mountains after a snowstorm completely of your own volition.

Pulling off to park once you got to the fallen tree that marked your stop, you zipped up your coat and bundled up completely before hopping out, having long since learned the cold was far more intense high up in the mountains. Frigid air bit at what little skin you had exposed, but you ignored it as you pushed through the knee high snow to round your truck. Reaching beneath the cover and into the bed to pull out a heavy duffel bag, you cast one last paranoid glance about to ensure you weren't followed. The only movement for miles around came from the snowflakes drifting on the mountain air all around you.

Shouldering your bag and ignoring how the cold burned your lungs, you left the road to hike into the woods, hoping you'd have enough thermal mass to keep from freezing on the way there. The walk ahead wasn't long, but it did take you through some difficult terrain, and the increasing number of snowflakes fluttering through the trees promised to make the journey that much harder. Refusing to let that dissuade you, you abandoned what little reason you had remaining to tuck your head down and march.

By the time you caught sight of the cave you had lost feeling in your toes and were coughing from the strain of so much frigid air cycling through your lungs, but you ignored it as well as the exhaustion dragging down your limbs. Forcing yourself over the last rugged hill and telling your aching legs you had only a few steps left, you cupped a shivering hand by your mouth to magnify your failing voice.

"Tarantulas!" you croaked as loudly as you could, stumbling down the final hill to the mouth of the cave. Nearly face planting into the snow, you just managed to overhear a distant scuttling echoing from the depths that quickly grew louder, and you looked up right as the source stepped into view. 

"No need to be so loud, I heard your approach." Tarantulas chided with a tired sigh, chelicera twitching in irritation as he stepped out into the snow. Ignoring him to stagger the last few feet to the entrance, you were stopped when the arachnabot took your bag from your exhausted shoulders, his huffy demeanor doing little to hide the concern behind his actions. "I also told you to skip this supply drop. It's far too cold for organics in these mountains. That is why I chose them."

Ignoring him to haul your heavy body under the sheltered overhang, you collapsed onto a convenient rock, shivering but still able to speak clearly enough to sass the spider. "Last I checked, you don't just stop needing energon because it's cold… or any other supplies, for that matter."

He grumbled something you couldn't hear as he opened the bag, carefully turning over the contents with his claws before the three measly energon patches you'd secured dropped into his palm. Disappointment showed freely on your features as you tossed back your hood, and while his visor was impossible to read you still felt compelled to apologize for having so little to give. It wasn't like he had anyone else to help him out. "On that note, sorry it's such a small amount. I couldn't risk grabbing anything else."

"This will more than meet my needs for the time being." he replied quickly, taking the supplies and returning your bag to you. Upon beholding how your hands shivered when you took it, he hesitated, and you took the straps to secure over your shoulder as you tried to hype yourself up for the walk back. It would be easier without the weight, but you were still not looking forward to plowing through the snow that was starting to fall in greater quantities. Just thinking of what the drive would be like on the trip back down the mountain made you wince more than the ache in your frozen limbs. 

Before you could take a step towards the exit or even offer your goodbye, Tarantulas held out a claw to stop you, something that caught you quite off guard. Though he never pushed you out the door, the arachnabot had never been one for hosting guests, which only made the concern on his expression all the more surprising. "You should come in and rest, it is much warmer in the main chamber."

"I just need a minute here." you replied to ease his worries, not wanting to risk the greater headache you'd have to face later if you delayed your departure. "I can't risk the truck getting stuck in the snow. If I move now, I can beat the blizzard."

To your continued surprise, Tarantulas didn't back down, and instead gave you a quick scan from head to toe. "Your body temperature is well below what is recommended for a mammal of your size." he concluded from the results, angling his many limbs further to discourage you from leaving. You were too tired and baffled to reply, but remained unconvinced, fears of a hefty vehicle repair bill leaving you with little patience for his sudden protective streak. "If you are concerned about your mode of transportation, I can assist with repairs once the storm is finished. I would be remiss to send you back into the elements."

"You're not sending me anywhere, you're just letting me leave." you argued back, though there wasn't enough fire in you to even raise your voice. It was hard to be anything more than frustrated by someone stepping so far out of their comfort zone for your sake, but the last thing you wanted was to inconvenience someone who you'd sacrificed so much just to keep safe. Accepting help, it seemed, wasn't something either one of you did well. Though to his credit the spider was quickly wearing you down.

"Then I will not be doing that either." Tarantulas said firmly, moving completely in front of you to block the exit. There was nothing threatening about his body language, which more resembled a mildly frustrated guardian whose lack of patience was born entirely from fear for your sake. "If I must, I will use my webs to detain you. Do not push me to that."

Still unable to feel your extremities and admittedly uncertain you'd make it back to your truck without freezing, you sighed with a heavy slump of your shoulders, looking back up at him to find the spider unyielding. "I'm not going to talk you out of this, am I?"

"It would be… disadvantageous, to lose an ally of your caliber." he replied, skirting your question with an answer that sounded more rational than sentimental. For the first time you allowed yourself to smile, and a fresh rush of winter air heavy with snowflakes cemented the rationale of your decision. Noticing the increasing snowfall, Tarantulas doubled down on his promise before any doubts could be raised. "I have a limited supply of human rations for you to utilize if the blizzard sets in, and I will ensure your vehicle is functional once it thaws."

"Do you have a bed?" you asked as you stood up, letting him know he had no further need to convince you. The spider relaxed and beckoned for you to head down the passage, a deeply inclined tunnel that led to the well insulated and comfortably upgraded series of rooms he called home. Though you'd spent little time there, you were admittedly looking forward to the idea of getting a bit of sleep under eight watchful optics, and happily followed his instructions as he led you back.

"I'm certain I can find something suitable. Please, follow me."

A collection of bot sized cushions created from synthetic fibers and held together by his webs proved more comfortable than you could have ever imagined, even with nothing more than a cleaning cloth for a blanket. For his sake, you pretended not to stir all through the night, even for the brief interval where you woke to find him adjusting your makeshift blankets and fretting over the temperature. 

AHHHH

I’M SO EXCITED May I request G1 Starscream and Skyfire merformers X Gnhuman reader who’s just scuba diving trying to study merformers, skyfire trying to study them as-well and starscream just kinda watching not really sure how to react?

I LOVE MERFORMERSSS I mostly stuck to your prompt, but I took some artistic liberties here and there. Basically, this is just Skyfire using science and cultural exchange as an excuse to court reader while Starscream seethes in the background. Also, if it isn't obvious, I don't have a clue about marine biology so if I used some words wrong, that's my bad + no proofread I'm but a poor tired jester. Thanks for the request :)

Warnings: SFW, GN Human reader

Kelp fades to coral and the distant waters lighten in their decreasing depth as Skyfire pushes with the current towards the reef. In his arms he carries a recovered fish catching device of human origin you had declared to be called a ‘net’. The weathered fibers contain various crustaceans, fish, and flora. Each one meant for your tasting and hopefully, delight. 

Last time you had met with him and Starscream, you had brought a net of your own, filled with smaller opaque nets holding food. And despite Starscream’s nagging, Skyfire had followed you to the surface, watching you remove the bubble making contraption off of your face to tear open the solid nets and eat what looked like multi-colored pebbles out of them. 

Your bare face was relatively alike to a mers, a fact Skyfire was quick to turn existential, much to Starscream’s chagrin. What a miracle to have contact with a species so physically similar, at least beyond the glaringly obvious differences of Skyfire’s lack of a split tail and inability to survive outside of water. 

Skyfire had attempted to take some of the pebbles from you then, only for you to sorrowfully push his webbed hand away, humming an apology. You were kind in your refusal, but the white mer wondered if perhaps humans were more territorial than Starscream had thought. He had told Skyfire your species was cowardly, avoiding past battlegrounds and reeling in fear when he had shown himself to your kind. Skyfire understood the sentiment. Violence for no reason other than the claim of a few more kelp beds had always felt juvenile, and he thought perhaps you would sympathize.

Still, the interaction with you had remained in Skyfire’s mind for a long time after. He had never seen any creatures within the ocean that survived off the abiotic parts of the environment and thought perhaps diet was the largest factor of your sluggish movements within the water. Hunting may not be his strongest suit, but the thought of showing you his favorites and enjoying them with you was more than enough incentive to endure Starscream’s insults to his speed.

Every so often glancing behind to assure his less enthusiastic companion still trails behind, Skyfire can feel the rush of energy coursing to every fin as he nears the pillar of rock on the outermost section of the reef that you frequent. 

“Hurry, Starscream! If they don’t see us, they might think we aren’t coming and leave,” the white mer shouts over his shoulder. 

A low growl is the only response he receives from the darker mer, but regardless of his fellow’s lacking reply, Skyfire continues swimming.

Eventually the pair reach the reef, passing over schools of shimmering fish that dart away at the sight of Starscream’s glinting bared teeth. 

“Right over here.” Skyfire brushes against one of the many walls of the reef, but this one is particularly special, for it’s the only one between you and him.

He can already see you floating an arm's length away from your pillar, nimble hands fiddling with the black whiskers protruding from your second skin’s back.

Moving the food-filled net to his other claw, Skyfire reaches for the top of the rock barrier dividing the two of you. He can’t wait to see you enjoy the food he caught you. While hunting is typically left to the kind of mer that hungers for more than just the catch, but the chase itself, Skyfire did his best for you. Besides, he’s sure anything is better than eating rock fragments.

Ready to launch himself over to you he flexes, only stopped by Starscream’s claw wrapping around his forearm, pulling him back.

“Why don’t you leave your pathetic catch here? I doubt they have any interest in such pitiful scraps.” His red eyes narrow, claw tugging on the net.

“Do you really think so?” Skyfire glances into the net. Sure, nothing within it is truly impressive, but you have always been nice, at worst delivering pushes and a wag of the finger while shaking your head.

Starscream leers over the rocks, eyes relaxing. His face pinches like he bit into a fish with rotting scales as he turns back to Skyfire.

Tail slashing through the water indignantly, Starscream snarls, “why are you so incessant upon being prodded by some land-creature anyways?”

Skyfire has never taken offense to your curiosity. In fact, he had been overjoyed to find a mind much like his in someone so wonderfully different.

“I guess-”

“Catching prey for them like you two are bonded! Next thing we know, you’ll flash your colors, too.” 

Skyfire feels his fins twitch at the comment, turning away from Starscream as heat flushes his face. Despite the clear negative charge behind the scolding, Skyfire can’t help the airy feeling imagining those things fills his head and stomach with.

Starscream hisses, “Oh, you can’t be serious.” 

“What? I simply want to show them what our diet consists of,” a white claw rubs sheepishly at his olfactory ridge, “one curious minded individual to another.”

“...Right,” the dark acanthoid mer relents, but his claw remains tightly wound in the nets' diamond-like weaving. Following Skyfire’s blue eyes, Starscream notices his lingering grip and quickly pulls back. 

His red eyes darken as the larger mer wastes no time and pulls himself over the ridge towards you. Skyfire catches you by surprise, wrapping an arm around your waist and pulling you into a sudden embrace that has you gasping a stream of bubbles. His speed leaves the two of you twirling, Skyfire’s wide fins fluttering around the two of you. 

Even from here, Starscream can feel the happiness radiating from the two of you. His chest tightens as he stalks through the coral, swatting at the surface feeders gathering around him. 

It’s unfair how close the two of you are, both physically and socially. Whatever. He has outdone Skyfire before, and he can do it again, Starscream thinks.

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