Transformers x Reader

Arcee x !Femme!Reader

Maybe it's my fault. My failure that I'm like this. Laying here on an uncomfortable berth in an uncomfortable place on an uncomfortable planet. Everything has changed. My loyalty, my faith, my hope. The only constant remaining... Her.
Her helm resting in her servos, tiredly dozing off after refusing to leave my side during various surgeries to remove any devices the Decepticons might have placed on me. Maybe before we were torn apart I would've shut off my optics and simply enjoyed her soft venting. Now it is nothing like that, my optics etch across every feature on her. I'm afraid of losing her again. Before I was selfish, thinking she'd never leave me. And I was right, she was and is too brave a femme to do that.
But what I hadn't thought about was being taken away from her.
I was unimpressive, unimportant. I was too mech-like to be vied off to spark with a mech for fortune. I was loud, careless, and clumsy. My skills were lacking at best. I couldn't invent, I simply didn't have the processor for such thinking. I couldn't build, I wasn't strong enough. I couldn't fight, no one would train me.
But I was lucky, Primus forbid. I struggled through those times and came out stronger. I found an old mech, I forget his designation still, and he built this armor for me.
He was the only bot to ever realize why I couldn't do anything. My spark was broken from the start. Many sparks split when a bot loses a sparkmate, or a trinemate.
Mine had set me up for failure.
So he built me this suit, made me strong, taught me how to behave and think like a mech, how to survive.
Not a day goes by that I'm not grateful.
But I'm selfish, and wonder sometimes what my function would've been like if I hadn't gotten this suit.
I would've offlined of spark failure that's for sure. Murdered because... Primus knows why, mecha simply don't need a reason other than 'war' now.
"(Y/N)."
Shocked back into reality, I inwardly smile as I turn my helm, feeling a servo rest on top of mine. My digits tap against the hard berth as her gaze seems to pierce through my visor.
*Ar...Cee.*
Flipping my servo over, I clasp around her's softly, missing the feeling. Her optics turn sad as they scour my armor, a deep frown on her faceplate. I told her and the rest of the team already why I must wear the suit. I don't notice until she shifts that I was subconsciously rubbing patterns onto her servo.
"I thought you were offlined all those years ago, (Y/N) I'm-"
Shaking my helm, I heavily slam my digits down.
*No... Forgive.*
Frowning as her helm slumps along with the rest of her frame, I let go of her servo, pushing myself and kneeling shakily in front of her. Placing a servo on her knee joint, I move the other to her shoulderplating. I almost chuckle as I look into her optics, having to look slightly down even when kneeling.
*Missed, you*
Her optics brighten as a smile threatens to flash across her faceplates. I move my servo from her knee joint to tilt her helm up towards me. Leaning forward, I place my helm against hers, relishing in her presence. We sit there for what seems like hours, simply being. We've both missed this calm we share.
"You think we can pick up where we left off?"
Rubbing my helm against hers in response, I wrap my servos around her, receiving a surprised grunt as I easily stand. I have to second guess myself to avoid crushing her in such a tight embrace. After some time of this, her servos escape from in between us to return the hug.
This time, I'm not letting go.

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I'm honestly a big fan of these two, the way I see (Y/N) making Arcee a big fluff ball  makes me squeal

Until next time my lovelies~

-B