《Transformers one-shots》Bumblebeexreader ~ Good night
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Megatron twirled me around in his arms as I pressed our helms together, a huge grin spread across my face as I laughed happily. "I did it! I did it i did it!!" I chanted
"I know.." he said contently, a smile crossing his lip plates "I'm proud."
I jerked up out of my berth and sat there glancing around. No Megs. No cybertron. No arena.. No gladiators. No nothing. I stared off into the dim room and sighed before standing and walking out. I walked into the main room to find Optimus. I sighed when he stood there at the monitor. He's been searching non-stop for energon signals, once he does he disappears into the night and returns with little or nothing of what was detected. Sometimes he looks injured, sometimes pieces of his armor is missing, sometimes he even looks defeated.
I quietly walked up behind him and wrapped my arms around his hip plates, resting my helm on his back. I heard a very quiet, hardly audiable vent from him
"Optimus.." I murmured "What are you doing?"
"Same as always, y/n." He replied, he stood still, he didn't seem bothered by me as his optics focused on the monitor
"You should really stop doing this."
He didn't say anything, as expected but I sighed "Optimus, please."
"Y/n..."
I looked up to see his upper body had shifted towards me, his helm looked down as his servo reached down and firmly pressed my helm, his first digit pressing assuringly into my frontal helm and slowly gliding across in a stroking manner "I'm fine.. you of all bots should know."
I somewhat frowned at him and glanced down
"Your memories are bothering you again, are they not?" He asked
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I looked away and sighed, pressing my helm further into his servo. He softly hummed as his question was answered.
"You can stay up with me if you would like, if not you may take a drive if you so please."
I looked up at his vibrant blue optics, they're so gorgeous.. I stared with bright yellow optics. I was a little odd.. I was not a con nor a bot. One thing was for certain, I could go to either side if I so desired, I never betrayed them. Neither side.
"I'll stay here." I said. He simply hummed and turned back to the monitor, his one servo still gently caressing and rubbing my helm in a comforting manner.
I find it extremely soothing and he knows it as well, my tight wrap around his waist loosens
"What was it about this time?"
"My first victory and first time in the arena in the pits of Kaon.. I walked out and Megatron was there, he said he was proud." I said staring at nothing in particular.
He didn't say anything but I knew he was listening.
My sire didn't care, he is too high up on his pedestal to really realize me unless I need help. I hardly ever went to him.
Oh.
You were thinking optimus was my sire? More like mentor or even adopted sire, I love him to death either way though.
Megatron is my real sire, a real pain in the aft sire.. but he was generous enough to let me decide who I wanted to be with, the autobots or decepticons.. I chose neither but I do enjoy being around the autobots. I, of course, never tell him but what he doesn't know can't hurt him.
"What's this? Some bots up and about when they should be recharging?"
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We both looked over to see Bumblebee, of course he was teasing but I didn't think finding Optimus still awake as a joke.
I smiled a little and gestured him over
He walked over and I let go of Optimus, wrapping an arm around him "So what does that make you?"
"A victim. I heard someone talking and got up." He said
"Oh, sorry.." I said
"Its fine, I'm just worried about you two.. optimus with his terrible habits of staying up late, and you, your memories coming back to haunt you." He said
I looked at him contently, such a lover. He worried about everyone. I like him for that. A worrybug, the humans call him. I'm starting to agree.
"Think we should put Optimus to his berth?" I looked at him
"Gladly." He said with a nod
Optimus looked at both of us wearily as we both pointed off down the hall, he knew what we wanted him to do but he just turned back to the monitor.
"Optimus.." I frowned
"I'm on to a trail." He said
"That can wait till morning." I said
"Don't make us do this." Bumblebee said with somewhat of a frown
Optimus ignored us as we looked at each other and went over and started to push optimus from the monitor, his peds made a terrible screech of metal on metal with the floor as we both cringed and frowned at him
"Optimus, I'm serious this time." I said
"As am i" he said
"Enough, all of you!"
We all looked over and seen Ratchet.
"Optimus, berth, now. And you two, off with you, just be quiet." He snarled and pointed down the hall
Optimus looked at Ratchet a moment before walking down the hall to his berth
"Thanks Ratchet." I said
"Yep, ep ep." He frowned "quiet." He said as he looked at us a moment before walking off.
I had to chuckle as I looked at Bumblebee, we both walked down the hall
"Good night." He said
"Wait." I said
He turned and looked at me "yeah?"
Recharge with me?"
He simply nodded and followed me into my berth room, we climbed up on top of my berth and laid down. Bumblebee wrapped his arms around me protectively as if to keep the haunting memories away.
Call me weird but it just seems like we're siblings as humans call them, brother and sister because Optimus practically raised Bumblebee and he took over my sires role, He's raising us both. I like it. But I kind of wish we weren't like that brother and sister, I wish we were more of mates..
"Thanks, Bee." I murmured
"Good night" he whirred as he nuzzled against me
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