Transformers Oneshots!

||REQUESTED|| Tf Cyberverse Hot Rod x Techno-Organic Femme Reader

Requested by: batman0306
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Bear in mind that I'm not really good at techno-organic knowledge so sorry if I get something wrong.
A little disclaimer: this part contains spoilers for the actual series. Now enjoy!

You woke up.

Something doesn't seem right.

This definitely isn't the parade.

You transformed back into your bot mode. Weird creatures with black tentacles came flying past with a red beam. You softly walked past them and reached an opening.

"ESCAPEE DETECTED"

You transformed into your techno-organic form, rushing past all of the bots with some form of virtual reality goggles. Each one you ran by were all familiar faces, but stuck in a loop of the parade. "Even Optimus Prime," you gasped.

You find yourself outside in the cold air. Isn't Cybertron revived? Isn't the war over? "Hey look," a young mech's voice exclaimed. You turned to the voice. "Hot Rod!" You squealed in excitement. "Quickly! There's no time! Follow us," Hot Rod yelled as he transforms and drives off. You ran as fast as you could go.

At Maccadam's

  "So you're telling me that this place has been a part of a Titan?" you asked, holding a cup of Energon. "Yeah, crazy how those creatures can't even see us," Hot Rod replied, sipping on his cup. The door opens.

  "Soundwave?!" you yelled. "No need to fight," Whirl stepped in. "We're allies... for now," Hot Rod told you, shooting a glare at the most loyal Decepticon. "Can someone tell me what the frag is going on?" you sighed, holding your helm.

~~Time skip~~

  "A techno-organic could be useful," Perceptor pointed out calmly. "So what do we do?" you asked. "We wake every single bot up, easy," a femme Decepticon, who only has one optic, spoke. "No offence, I'm kinda nervous working with Decepticons," you muttered to Hot Rod. "Same here, you're not alone. Especially Soundwave," he replied. "Hot Rod and Soundwave, the both of you are the leaders here. You know what to do," Perceptor glances (sorta) at Hot Rod, "even if it means to work with those you dislike."

  After an awkward moment of glaring at each other, Hot Rod and Soundwave finally settles in a silent agreement... sort of. While drafting out a rescue plan, Soundwave kept insisting on violence, while Hot Rod kept insisting the opposite. "Do you really want to wage another war that will last for another millennia?" Soundwave asks with a fierce tone. You stood up from your seat. "Enough arguing, both of you!" you finally yelled. Everyone turns their attention to you.

  "Hot Rod, what is your plan?"

  "I'm thinking that we should sneak in-"

  "We tried that last time, your idea was proven to be inferior."

  "Shut it, Soundwave. You can voice out your opinions later," you growled at him. He remains quiet.

  Hot Rod explains his plan, slowly moving on to Soundwave who, despite being shushed by you, was appreciative that you stepped up. "You should be the next Prime someday," Hot Rod complimented. You feel a slight blush but wiped it off.

A few minutes later...

  Hot Rod presented the 5th draft of the plan to you and Perceptor. "This is our draft..."

  "Where are all of Soundwave's parts?"

  "Umm..."

  You servopalmed (A/N: facepalmed). "For the last time, Hot Rod," you calmed down, "Soundwave may be a little... strange with his ways of planning, but you gotta listen to him. I have to admit, he has some good ideas." Hot Rod lets out a sad sigh. You placed your servo on his shoulder plate. "I know you're a good leader too. Being a leader means listening to feedback and opinions. It hurts, I know, but it is part of the learning process," you smiled at him. He looks at you, then back at the draft. He looks into your optics again and finally said "Alright, we'll work together." You squealed happily internally and hugged him. At first he flinched but later gave you small pats at the back.