Transformers: One Shots

Bayverse!Ironhide x PTSD!Cybertronian!Reader

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{TRIGGER WARNING; MINOR ABUSE}

You were silent as you looked at your servos. You played in the dirt with a forever frown.

The base was a good distance away from you. You were in a meadow that was still military soil, though no one came here. Except you.

You looked up at the sky and formed your lips in a straight line. The stars were bright and the moon was full.

You reached up for the trillions of stars only to find they were too far away. Like everything else.

Your team was too far for you to reach. It was like a thick, solid wall was separating you from them all even though you were always together in the base. They weren't impossible to find.

Your home is too far. Cybertron is dying and you know this. The others say that this is their home now. But to you it's only a substitute. You want Cybertron.

Your childhood was too far. So far it was nonexistent.

You never had a childhood. And if you did you don't remember it. Your Sire was addicted to his lovely high grade energon. You don't remember your Carrier. He said she died soon after you came into the picture but you knew something was wrong about that.

Every time he drank high grade, small amount or high, he would get mad. Blame you for everything. Make you a slave.

He beat you when he drank too much. Even the slightest thing set him off. Just a simple thing like walking to get some energon so you don't starve.

You shivered at the memories of him beating you. Your breathing shook and your body followed. Your optics grew hot and you felt your mouth grow dry.

You tried to blink the lubricant away but it continued to over power your senses.

You tried to stand but fell to your knees. The memories were bitter and nipped at you repeatedly.

You held your helm and sobbed in the meadow. Alone.

You've been alone for your whole life or feels like. Your Sire never loved you. You joined the Autobots and they showed you things you didn't understand. It was all so new.

They all tried to understand you, but no one can. Because you are alone.

"(Y/N)! What's going on!? Your vitals are going crazy!" Yelled a voice Through your COM. It was Ratchet.

You took deep breaths, trying to come down but it was getting worse.

When you didn't reply Ratchet tried to get a hold of you repeatedly. You still wouldn't reply.

"I'm sending Ironhide after you! I have located your location and he is coming at full speed."

You sobbed harder. Ironhide of all Cybertronians. The trigger finger that could make this worse.

You sat up the best of your ability and looked towards the base, a black GMC truck plowing through the tall yellow grass towards you.

You tried to suck up your tears.

"SUCK IT UP!" Your Sire would exclaim at you. "You can't do anything right! You cry at everything! You whine about everything! You are nothing!"

Ironhide was closing in and you covered your helm, trying to calm down. Though the voice kept screaming at you. Over and over and over again.

Arms surrounded you and you screamed at the top of your airpipes. Ironhide held you close.

"(Y/N)!" He screamed and held your helm inn his chassis. "(Y/N)! It's me! It's okay!"

Once you knew it was really him you sobbed. Sobbed and sobbed into his embrace.

He was surprisingly gentle and soothing. He said nothing but held you gently and rocked you back and forth.

"I'm sorry he did such things to you..," he said softly. "You never deserved it."

The team had found out about your past. Founding out why you had so many panic attacks was a plus.

You nodded and hugged him tight. As the stars shined their way over the horizon you fell asleep on your own pool of tears.

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Sorry If was rushed! 😭

-KillerKamen