Transformers Oneshots!

🍋 ||REQUESTED|| Tf RB Heatwave x Femme Reader

Requested by: Bonniethedragon
Damn, Phoenix reader is new to me! Thanks for requesting :3

(Y/N)'s POV

  I have to get out.

  Sprinting away from Shockwave's grasp was already a huge torture. Getting past all those Vehicons would literally drain the Energon out of me.

  Shockwave had found me as a protoform in an escape pod that conveniently landed near the Nemesis. My pod had received a priority Prime message from a squad in some kind of island, leading me to this weird, green-looking planet called Earth. I was expecting the tall, dark figure to be Optimus Prime, a hero my friends looked up to so much. However, it was quite the opposite.

  "I'll nurse you back to health," he told me.

  "Thank you, Optimus," I smiled.

  "Oh, sweetie, I am not Optimus."

  I felt a small bullet landing on my long golden tail behind me before it let out a tiny explosion, causing me to wince in pain and slow down. Clearly the phoenix features Shockwave had provided me caused inconveniences instead of convenience to not face death. 

  "Where are you taking me?!"

  The bot with red optics grinned, pulling me by my servo.

  "To the journey of becoming immortal," he replied. "Your contribution can save so many innocent lives."

  I raised an optic ridge, doubting his motives.

  "Don't worry sweetspark," the mech assures. "I am not like what Optimus described me to be. After all, I am fighting for peace, Optimus just couldn't comply."

  I ran for the darkness, still in my injured bipedal mode. I knew the map of the warship at the back of my processor, surely there won't be any obstacles in my wa-

  ...

  I just ran into a wall, didn't I?

-[]-  

  "Optimus, I'm afraid that you actually lost your processor this time," a grumpy old voice sighed.

  I grunted, carefully sitting up as I opened my optics. The structure of the place is familiar, as if I have studied it together with my friends back in school. There were green monitors attached to ancient keyboards, along with equipment categorised neatly on a desk. 

  "How are you feeling?" a deep yet gentle voice asked.

  "Fine..." I groaned, clutching my helm.

  "Welcome to Autobot Outpost Omega One," the voice greeted.

  My vision came to a clear before a scream escaped my intake. There was the mech himself, with the familiar blue and red colour scheme, the same voice and above all, the mech I was originally supposed to meet when I landed. 

  "Optimus?!" I yelled in disbelief. "Like, the real deal Optimus Prime?"

  Optimus nods. "My team and I were investigating the warship signal when you came along," he explained.

  "Literally came along, you knocked into Optimus straight at the nuts," a green bulky mech whom I already knew through the stories as Bulkhead, joked.

  "We had to carry him AND you back to base," a blue femme groaned.

  A series of cute little beeps follows.