Optimus x Reader Oneshots (Complete)

- Wings of Salvation -

Plot: Optimus and his team find a energy source in Jasper and they go to investigate. They find a young woman walking down the street and intervenes in a fight between Vince and Jack, curious, they end up spying on her. 

- Revised Version -

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Night fell upon the city of Jasper, only the stars to light up the quaint town. The wind blew loudly, wracking through the streets. It was loud enough to hide the wound of strong wings breaking through the midnight sky. The yellow glow of what looked to be wings flew in the sky; her figure was darkened by the moon's light. She flew around, looking for a place to rest. Looking down to see a town, finally, a place for peace. Diving through the howling winds, she landed at the city's border, reading the sign she landed next to. Jasper. A sigh escapes her lips as she glares into the ghost city. Perfect . . .

She walked around town, looking for somewhere to stay, scanning the area until they were at a motel. It looked nasty and dirty, but her body needed rest. She shrugged off a shiver as she walked towards the broken-down building. Her wings faded as if never there, hiding in plain sight. She looked at the booth for a check-in, but no one was there. Oh well. Lifting her hand, a small glowing vein slips out of her palm, slithering against the desk to the wall. Carefully, it falls under a hoop of a key, sliding down the vein till it stops against her palm. Her hand encased it, and she looked to see the number 23.

With a slight grin, she began looking for the exact room. Quickly, she discovered her dislike for human living areas. For a small town, they had a maze of rooms! Each room didn't follow the line of numbers 17... 9.... 38...What in the world? Who put the numbers in different orders!? Each room has a different number than the last. Finally, after some searching and irritation from her side, she found her room. The key fits into the keyhole easily but opens with some difficulty, the pain cracking as the door parts from the wall. She twisted the knob to see if the inside was very nasty.

The walls had a bit of mold, the counters had stains, and the room was filled with trash and beer bottles. Huh, the last guy must've been drunk. Stepping in, she tries to avoid the sticky parts on the floor and the trash lying like mine bombs. The sound of stumbling alerted her behind her from the doorway. Turning around to face what it was, she discovered behind her was a man. He looked stressed out. The smell of alcohol reeking on his body. Stains on his white shirt decorate his personality.

"What are you doing here..."

"I'm sorry sir but I need a place to stay for the night. And I thought this place was empty because the key was hanging on the wall."

"The landlord took the place away from me and my keys. I usually get in through the window. As long as you don't make much of a mess, and don't stress me out more, you can stay. There is a room down the hall next to the bathroom. Bathroom is at the end of the hall, last door."

"Thank you, sir. I won't bother you much. I will only stay for a night or two if I find something interesting." The feeling of danger was imminent. She couldn't completely trust the man, as he seemed to have a record of doing this before, but she had to keep her emotions in check.

"Yeah, yeah! I need sleep, take those dang heels off, they're making my head hurt with all their clacking. Now go to sleep." He waved her off and returned to his room, closing it too hard for her liking, the door slamming. The item frames trembled against the door, along with cups and empty beer bottles.