🅲🅾🅳🅴🆇 🅾🅵 🆀🆄🅸🆁🅺🆂 (TFOne Movie x Reader)

ೃ⁀➷[ 𝕆𝕎𝕃 𝕎𝔸𝕋ℂℍ ] || 𝐄𝐋𝐈𝐓𝐀-𝟏

It was quite an exhausting day of work for Elita-1, who had spent countless cycles orchestrating commands, meticulously organizing various tasks, and ensuring every detail was under control. As the soft glow of the dimmed lights enveloped her hub, she let out a heavy sigh, her weary frame succumbing to the call of her berth. She was yearning for a revitalizing nap, though her heightened vigilance had demanded her attention all day, making her body protest against fatigue.

(Y/Cyb/n), having wrapped up the tedious paperwork and dabbled creatively in making flower crowns, entered Elita-1's hub with quiet purpose. He hummed a gentle tune, but as he stepped closer, he paused, observing the sight before him. Elita-1 lay nestled against the pillows, her features marred by an expression of frustration in her dreams as if battling an unseen foe that kept her from restful slumber.

"...Elita-1?" he chirped softly, inching closer, his towering frame casting a shadow over her slumbering form. The steady rise and fall of her chest caught his attention, and he found his (opt/c) screen optics focused intently on her. He blinked, waiting for a reaction, yet she remained lost in her dreams... too calm, perhaps.

With a shrug and a determined heart, (Y/Cyb/n) gently lifted the flower crown he had crafted, placing it on her desk. The crown, a masterpiece of his creativity, sparkled subtly in the soft light. He then summoned a note using his Nano-Fabricate Algorithm and retrieved his pen from the pocket dimension of his Cerulean Warp. In elegant strokes, he inscribed a little message indicating that the crown was a heartfelt gift from the artificial Prime.

Leaving her to her well-deserved rest, he gently closed the door of her hub. Just as he turned to walk away, he paused just outside the threshold. As he glanced back at Elita-1, a peaceful expression graced her features, and he couldn't help but think she resembled a cyber owl in her serene state, her antennas sticking out like delicate wings. "...Hmm," he muttered thoughtfully, a spark of inspiration lighting up his mind.

He strolled down the hall toward his own hub, opening and closing the door behind him with a silent resolve. Quickly, he summoned his computer, activating a large holographic interface screen that flickered to life with vibrant colors. His fingers danced with agility as he opened a 3D modeling app, beginning to sketch an animal that danced in his imagination. Humming contentedly, he crafted the outline of the creature, eager to see how realistic his creation could be.

But soon, his gaze fell upon another project awaiting his attention: a vinyl figure of his dear friend. He furrowed his brow slightly, caught in a moment of indecision. Should he dedicate his time to the cyber animal or complete the figure for his friend?

Meanwhile, Elita-1 had caught the faint sound of footsteps entering her room earlier. She had patiently waited, basking in the stillness once the figure departed, relieved they didn't disrupt her struggle for a nap. But a sense of unease washed over her as she sensed someone towering over her. With a heavy sigh escaping her lips, she reluctantly rose from her berth, frustration bubbling as she realized slumber eluded her. However, her attention was suddenly captured by the glimmering figure of a flower crown resting on her desk.

The crown was a stunning spectacle, sparkling with metallic brilliance while exuding an air of elegance. The delicate pink flowers, crafted from silk, were meticulously arranged in a symmetrical design, each bloom resting gracefully atop intertwined metallic wires that formed a strong, yet delicate base. The result was an eye-catching accessory that seemed to whisper glamour, perfect for adorning anyone who sought a touch of beauty.

The pink feminine Autobot gracefully strode to her desk, her soft, sleek armor shimmering under the light. She delicately picked up the intricately woven flower crown, its gentle hues radiating warmth as she traced her fingers over its petals. Searching for a note, she discovered a familiar script—her friend (Y/Cyb/n) had sent it. An intrigued, amused sigh escaped her lips as a playful smirk tugged at the corners of her dermas, and she set the crown aside with a sense of fondness.