It's a peaceful night on Cybertron a femme was walking home from her night shift at a local bar. She's a bar waitress usually she'll walk home with a friend, but HailFire works until closing his a bar tender. (Y/n) couldn't help, but feel that she was being followed then she felt someone place a servo on her shoulderplating. She turned around, and sighed in relief at the sight of her Ex Decepticon twin brother BlackIce.
"BlackIce, you scared me." (Y/n) said placing a servo over her spark chamber. He laughed a bit then said "How about I walk you home. I don't want anything bad happen to you." (Y/n) nods in response. Once they arrived at (y/n)'s housing unit BlackIce waved good-by to his twin, and walked back home. On his way back to his housing unit he turned into an alley way, and placed a digit on his audio-receptor. "Well, did you get her location?" A voice asked. "Yes, Mighty Galvatron." BlackIce responded.
"Good. You just might be able to come back amongst the decepticon ranks once again, BlackIce." Galvatron replies. BlackIce singed off. He felt real guilty for doing this to his own twin sister if he didn't Galvatron would have him killed, or worse forced interface. And the thought of his twin sister being forced to have interface with the decepticon leader made his spark burn with anger. He walked out of the ally way, and heads to his housing unit then he bumps into someone. BlackIce looked at the not he bumped into it was HailFire (y/n)'s friend.
HailFire has a crush on her, but he never got a chance to tell her. "What do you want, BlackIce?" He asked, and said BlackIce's name with venom. "I was on my way back home after walking my twin sister home." He replies, and walked off. HailFire grabbed BlackIce by the wrist, and turned him around, and said "If something bad happens to her your dead." BlackIce rolled his optics, and yanked his servo from HailFire's grasp, and continued to walk off.
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Various Characters x Reader [ Lemon ]
FanfictionThis if my first lemon. So please no rude comments. And prepare to blush fifty shades of red. If your not 17 or older I advise you not to read. But who am I to stop you. Read at you own risk. You've been warden.