Bumblebee x Reader

1.6

It was the beginning of the end of the world.

At least, (Y/N) thought it was. It was the only way she could make sense of the four blazing comets crashing into the earth.

Bumblebee was good enough to assure her they were only his friends, who were nice enough and nothing she had to worry about. Still, as (Y/N) eyed the passing skyline of burning trees on their way to meet them, she didn't think they'd left behind much of a good omen.

They arrived in an abandoned alleyway not twenty minutes later, where Bee let them out to meet the others. Sam stuck close to (Y/N)'s side as they approached, but she watched the bots stand to their full height with awe. There were four of them – one for each comet, and each one bigger than the last.

(Y/N) could tell it was the tallest one that was the most important. He was painted red and blue, and had two exhaust stacks where Bumblebee's wings were. He commanded the room without speaking, and everyone watched and quietly waited as he knelt before her and brought his face close to assess.

It was a struggle for (Y/N) to hold his bright blue gaze, to not shy away from him, to not glance at Bee and ask for help. Still, she managed, and tried to look braver than she felt.

"You must be (Y/N)," was all he said.

She nodded, but when he didn't move away, realized he expected her to speak. So, she swallowed at nothing and found her voice. "Yes," she answered. Then she added, "sir..." because she didn't want to be impolite.

He nodded once, then looked behind her. "And are you Samuel James Witwicky, descendant of Archibald Witwicky?"

He didn't answer at first either. (Y/N) nudged him, and his answer was automatic. "Yeah,"

"I am Optimus Prime. We are autonomous robotic organisms from the planet Cybertron."

"But you can call us Autobots for short," said another.

He was shorter than Optimus, but taller than Bee. His eyes were a glowing blue, too, and outshined the five lights that sat at his chest. When (Y/N) looked at him, she thought he might've smiled, but she still hadn't gotten the knack for reading their faces.

"What's crackin', little bitches?"

The next one was silver, smaller than Bee, and had bright lights at his wrist. (Y/N) could tell he was a bit of a show-off; he did a flip before squatting in front of her and Sam long enough to nod by way of greeting.

"My first lieutenant," Optimus introduced him. "Designation, Jazz."

"This looks like a cool place to kick it." He spun that time, then sat on an old piece of scrap metal with his arms crossed. He was trying his best to look cool. (Y/N) thought it was working.

Sam didn't seem as impressed. "What's that? Where did he learn to talk like that?"

"We've learned Earth's languages through the World Wide Web," Optimus said. He motioned to yet another Autobot. "My weapon's specialist, Ironhide."

Ironhide was a giant, walking arsenal. The cannons on his arms were bigger than (Y/N) and Sam combined. She was already staggering away from him and towards Bee when he pointed his biggest one at her. "You feeling lucky, punk?"

"Easy, Ironhide," chided Optimus. (Y/N) could feel his cold, metal fingers pressing into her back – his attempt at reassuring her. And when she looked back at Ironhide, he was rolling his eyes.

"Just kidding." He put them safely at his side. "I just wanted to show her my cannons."

(Y/N) was going to point out he could've just said look at these! instead, but Optimus was already moving to the yellowish-green bot off to the side. "Our medical officer, Ratchet."