Transformers oneshots

TFP Breakdown x cybertronian reader

Author note:

Request for KirikaTheLastShifter = Breakdown, romantic, cyberwolf (and black and silver pickup truck - like Ironhide). Stubborn, tomboy, adventurous, self-sacrificing, confident and fiercely protective.

Key:

(Y/n) = your name

(femme/mech) = (female/male), pick your gender

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BANG! Ker-thunk. CLANG. BOOM!

The many noises of battle accompany the flashing lights kicking up dust, as giant alien robots fight over a small pod in the shadow of a rocky plateau outside Jasper Nevada.

The three break apart and stand on opposing sides of the little battlefield, the pod sat in the middle of them. The two smaller Autobots, blue/pink (Arcee) and yellow/black (bumblebee), face the larger blue/grey Decepticon (Breakdown).

Suddenly a bright green flash appears behind the Autobots, and a white/orange ambulance (Ratchet) and blue/red semi-truck (Optimus) drive out of it. The whirr of grinding gears and clank of metal-on-metal accompanies their shift to bipedal mode.

The Decepticon warily shifts as he switches between glaring at the Autobots and calculating the space between him and the relic pod. Gearing up for a charge, he twirls his hammer and sneers. "Thought Autobots were supposed to play fair."

Optimus takes a step forward. "That's why we're offering you this chance to retreat in peace Breakdown."

"Frag you!" Breakdown charges for the pod. The Autobots follow suit, weapons lit up like Christmas lights. Sparks fly as Breakdown swings his hammer in-between the two swiftest, and smallest, Autobots, sending them flying. Only to get smacked in the face himself by the flat of a blade.

He stumbles back and falls. "Ah! Slag that HURT!" He moves to sit up but freezes at the neon glow of the smoking barrels shoved in his face. Arcee and Optimus stand over Breakdown as Bumblebee helps Ratchet collect the pod. Breakdown growls but doesn't move, optics zeroing on the cycling-chamber in front of him.

"Raaarrrghhhh!!!!" A black and silver pick-up truck flies over the lip of the cliff above; transforming mid-air into a huge cyberwolf and diving ferociously into the fray. They raise their weapons and fire, giving Breakdown the opportunity to sweep Optimus' legs out from under him and roll away. He leaps to his feet and raises his hammer to bring it down on the Prime at his feet...only to stumble back again as a glowing laser shot burrows into his shoulder.

Bumblebee only has a second to celebrate his direct hit before the cyberwolf latches onto his servo. He beeps in distress and struggles to keep his footing.

The cyberwolf's optics widen as they hear Optimus call out, "Secure the pod!", and see a flash of green in the corner of their vision. Snarling, they rear up and throw the scout from their jaws. They turn on their paws to pursue the medic towards the Autobot's spacebridge, until they hear a pained cry.

A glance over their shoulderplates reveals a bleeding Breakdown, staggering back under Optimus Prime's blows. Bio-lights flashing red, the enraged cyberwolf stops their pursuit of the Autobot medic in favour of charging for the Prime. Spotting their charge, the Prime rolls out of the way of their leap.

They pace around the injured Decepticon, swiping and spitting and snarling at the Autobots. They growl, "this is (Y/n), requesting a ground bridge."

An answering flash of green appears behind the two Decepticons. Sending a ping to the cyberwolf, Breakdown limps through the portal. (Y/n) snarls, denta flashing, before running after him into the swirling green portal.

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A battered (femme/mech) clutches their side as they exit the bridge. Having received a disciplinary beating from their master Lord Megatron for allowing the Autobots to escape, they were now headed for the infirmary. Hunching over, they wince and shift into cyberwolf form, bounding down the corridors.

Inside the infirmary, the motherly twittering of the medic, Knockout, over Breakdown's recklessness, stops when the door opens and (Y/n) bounds inside. Shifting back into bipedal mode they jump onto the berth beside Breakdowns; and with a sh*t-eating grin exclaim, "Heya doc, new patient."

The scarlet Decepticon gasps in mock anger and begins to check them over, cinching Energon lines and welding loose plating back into place. Breakdown's optics rove their form and he looks faintly sick.

"If you hadn't turned around, you wouldn't have had a beating."

(Y/n) looks at Breakdown with an optical ridge cocked. "And?"

Looking between them, Knockout sighs and turns on his heel. "I forgot my welder in the other room."

"But it's right there!"

Ignoring (Y/n)'s cheeky call, Knockout picks up the medical instrument and strolls out the door. "Call me when the domestic is over."

The two Decepticons watch the door close before turning to each other.

"I'll have you know I don't regret a thing." Holding up a servo and pointing to a crack on their arm plating, (Y/n) snarls, "worth it!"

Breakdown climbs off the berth and splutters in protest, pulling (Y/n)'s servo down. "No! it's not."

They hiss, "Yes. It is."

"But they got away with the..."

"Shut it." (Y/n) cups Breakdown's faceplate in their servos. "All that matters to me is that you're okay."

Breakdown opens his mouth to protest but then thinks better off it. He grips (Y/n)'s servos in his own and powers down his optics. They stay this way a moment, helms resting against each other.

"What do I do with you?"

Breakdown snorts and chuckles. "Love me. Feed me. Never leave me."

(Y/n) pushes his shoulder plate, "you got that from that fleshy movie."

The two laugh, but it's cut short when (Y/n) winces. Breakdown moves to pull away and check them in concern, but (Y/n) stops him. With an iron-grip, they pull his servo to their side. Leaning forward, (Y/n) places a kiss on his mouth plate.

Bright blue blush erupts on Breakdowns faceplate and he turns his head away, bringing a servo up to hide in. "Even hurt you're still good with that mushy stuff."

Grinning (Y/n) leans in. "I've got more where that came from."

"OH NO, I'M BACK OUT!"

The two catch a glimpse of knockout turning on his heel and strutting straight back out the medical bay.

A beat passes. (Y/n) recovering from the shock of the interruption quicker than Breakdown. Placing another kiss to his faceplate they smile, "Seems we've got time to kill."

If possible, Breakdown's blush got even brighter.