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While walking together, they come to know that he is trying to gather homeless orphans on the streets and help them find foster parents. As an exchange, they are told to work as street performers. Soon, they end up somewhere in the industrial area, squeezed between factories and workhouses. The path is made of asphalt, but the small holes that are filled with dirty water and debris tell them that it is a cheap one. When he finally stops in front of a gate that he pushes open, (Y/n)’s first thought is that the house is bigger than their uncle’s, which is a good thing. For Smokescreen though, the house that this man—whom they come to know as Starscream—brings them into is clearly not what he was hoping for. They enter through the front door, seeing some other kids watching them. The two of them are brought to a room and told to settle in for the night.
Thin beds are laid out on the floor; there are around eight of them in total. The room is dimly lit and holds no other furniture but a small nightstand and a drawer. The bed with two flat pillows is big enough for the two of them. (Y/n) sat on the bed happily with a worn-out book and a pencil in her hands while Smokescreen unpacks their things. The seriousness in his sister’s face catches his attention, however, so he sits down and peers from her side.
“What are you doing?” He asks.
“I’m drawing and writing a letter!”
(Y/n) turns to him with a proud smile then gives him the book. It is opened on a page with a scribble, a drawing of two stick figures holding hands—or at least it looks that way to him.
She points at them one by one while explaining with that confidence in her voice. “This is you, and this one is me.”
It makes him laugh in amusement, reaching up to ruffle her sister’s head while the other complains because of it. “You’re talented!” Smokescreen exclaims, his eyes drifting towards the page filled with her messy writing. “How about the letter?”
The innocent smile on her face looks a bit different; forced, almost. “It’s a letter for God.”
He looks at her in surprise, an expression that he dissipates as quickly as he can. “Mind reading it for me?” He asks with a smile in return.
(Y/n) nods then peers over the page. For the first few moments, she only let her eyes wander on it as if absorbing the words she had written into her brain.
“Dear God, I miss Mum and Dad.” She starts in a quiet murmur. “All I have left is my big brother who’s taking care of me.”
There is a sudden pang that hits Smokescreen’s heart, something that he hasn’t felt in a long time. Unconsciously, he puts an arm around her shoulders, letting her lay her head on his'.
“Please don’t keep us apart.” (Y/n) continues, tears slowly running down her cheeks. “I want a happy life with him. I want to live with him forever.”
Everything feels tight and suffocating as she finishes the letter.
“Dear God, I hope this letter reaches you in Heaven. Please grant our wish.”
Smokescreen puts down her notebook then shifts his position, turning to face her. He reaches up to wipe the tears off (Y/n)’s cheeks.
“Hey, it’s okay. God will listen to us.” He tries to cheer her up, offering her a reassuring smile. “Besides, I’m not going anywhere.”
(Y/n) smiles and nods her head, clearly trusting her big brother’s words. He sets aside the notebook then pats the thin mattress beside him. “Let’s sleep so we have plenty of energy to work tomorrow.”
Soon, both of them lay on the bed and fall asleep shortly after; a long day is waiting for them.
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When morning comes, the city is slowly bustling with life. People walk back and forth on the side of the road trying to make their way to their respective places. Some descend down to the metro station or linger at the bus station in a tidy queue. The roads are packed with cars and motorbikes passing through—some as quiet as a mouse, but most are loud as harsh thunderstorms. The siblings occupy a small spot with less crowd; Smokescreen holds an ukulele he borrowed from a roommate while (Y/n) has only her voice and enthusiasm. Regardless, some onlookers stop by to toss them a coin or two, or quite a big amount of bills if they are lucky. If a police officer spots them, they instantly pack their things and move somewhere else.
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Dear Brother (TFP/RID & Reader)
Fanfic[Human AU] Smokescreen and (Y/n) are inseparable siblings. After the death of their parents, they lived with their abusive uncle and aunt somewhere far away from the city. In hopes for a better chance in life and future, they ran away. Upon arriving...
