Transformers Prime Imagines Book 2

A Whole New World! Part 3 (Decepticons X Femme! Reader)

A/N: THIS IS THE LAST SEQUEL OF ALL MY WORK YESSSS I'M FINALLY PROUD ENOUGH TO SAY THAT REQUESTS ARE OFFICIALLY OPENED AGAIN AJSHSDHSGDGSDY😩😩😩😩😫😫❤️❤️❤️

Again, this is a crackhead chapter and the headcanon of this is something similar with my Ioa book; Megs, OP and Ratchet are best friends until the war came soooo, yeah? 👉👈

Enjoyyyyyy❤️❤️😩😩✨✨

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"Where's Uncwle Sharky?" You asked, taking a glance up at the blue femme holding you.

"Who?"

"Uncwle Shark!" you repeated, beaming at her.

"Uh... I don't think I know him, but we'll find your...uncle  later." Arcee sweatdropped before placing two digits on her audial receptors, comming back to base.

"Arcee to base, I've got a...situation." she pinched her olfactory sensors while holding you with one servo, unsure of handling this situation.

"We hear you loud and clear, Arcee. What seems to be the issue?"  Optimus asked, furrowing his optic ridges as he prayed for the femme's safety.

After all, the mech always put his team's needs over his.

"I uh... I think I'll have that groundbridge now." She replied. "H-Hey, stop squirming!" she lowly hissed as she held you safe in her arms, cutting off the feed during the process.

"Arcee?" Optimus called out, only to receive no response. Typing in her coordinates, the Prime pulled the lever down and waited in anticipation as he saw his teammate walked in...with a surprise on her servos.

"Me want Uncle Shark!" you yelled, wiggling in this unknown femme's servo.

"Easy! I'll take you to him AFTER we locate that guy, alright?" Arcee replied with a snappy tone, causing you to whimper and sniffle.

"Scrap." she groaned, setting you down on the ground. "I don't know how to handle kids."

"You're Jack's guardian!" Ratchet pointed out.

"Shut up. You're injured and a sick bot needs to rest." Arcee sassed back.

"I AM NOT-"

"Actually, you are." she cut him off. "Your backstruts are aching, aren't they? From whatever activities you had with Optimus last night. Primus, can you two keep it down?! Some bots would actually like to have some peace and quiet to recharge!"

Ratchet sputtered out loud and waved his servos in the air, only to further sprain his lower hips.

"W-WE A-ARENT- NO- I-IT'S NOT- ACCK!! " Ratchet yelped as he felt a harsh prick behind him.

"Old friend, stay down." Optimus adviced, placing a gentle servo on Ratchet's shoulders, causing the medic to blush even more.

The Prime was NOT helping his best friend to prove a point.

"I want Soundy..." you mumbled, coolants threatening to leak.

Your voice snapped the team out of their bickering and Optimus came first, slowly picking you up from the floor and cradled you in his large arms.

"Little one..." he trailed off, offering a digit as he lightly bopped your olfactory sensors. "Shush, do not weep now." he said, rubbing your crown piece.

Your (e/c) optics stared up and him and once again some unknown flashbacks flew by your processors...but you ignore them because the mech before you had the BRIGHTEST BLUE OPTICS YOU'VE EVER SEEN IN YOUR WHOLE TINY LIFE!