Transformers Oneshots!

||REQUESTED|| Tf RB Heatwave x Femme Reader Pt. 1

Requested by: TheReaperRue
Thanks for requesting! :3
The reader is a furry (a vixen) so be warned, furry haters. Also, reader has some qualities of my OC Miku (big oop). Also also, Miku's in here, but she won't do much. Also also also, the requester did give me a plot, it will be used in the next part. Might turn out to have two or three parts :0

Keys:
(F/C): Fav Colour

Prologue (sorta):
You were found as an orphan in Iacon before the war began. Quickshadow found you when she was in her teenage years. She picked you up carefully, soothing you. She brought you to the med bay, where Ratchet treated you and adopted you. You grew up with endless medical lectures, but you were very interested in it. 

You were placed in the Rescue Bots Academy in medical and firefighting training since you were rescued by Quickshadow from a burning building. You made a lot of friends, including a specific group whom Quickshadow introduced you to. A few years of happiness passed, then the war began. You quickly joined Ratchet and the rest of the Autobots, unsure if the friends you knew are still online or not. 

After landing on Earth, you discovered your true self.

In Jasper, Nevada, Missile Silos

  "S-sire..." you cried out, covering your painful optics.

  "What is it? I'm trying to-" Ratchet turned to you from his monitor before seeing you in massive pain.

  "M-my o-optics hu-hurt..." you stammered.

  Ratchet rushes to you immediately and embraces you. You began crying. Before he could do anything, he felt a sort of fluffiness feeling under his chin and his servos. He leans backward, in full shock.

  "Optimus! Get me a blindfold now!" Ratchet yelled.

  You felt a warm, wool cloth around your optics. By now, you were shaking in fear. Sharp pain shot into your optics again as you cried out in pain, falling to your knees. Ratchet holds you gently like the caring sire he is, but rarely shows.

  You sat there crying for a good few hours. Ratchet was softly humming songs he used to sing out loud back at the med bay years ago. There were some soft muttering around you. Strange thing was, you could hear exactly what they were saying word by word, and clearly. 

  "How are you feeling?" Ratchet asked once you felt weak to cry.

  "Better..." you replied weakly.

  "It's normal to feel weak," Ratchet said, trying to hide his panic. "We will talk tomorrow. Your optics may look different, but don't panic. Before you set optics on anyone at all, even the humans, make sure your optics have changed back to its original state."

  You nodded weakly, not questioning the edge in his voice. Ratchet helped you up and tightened your blindfold before sending you off to your berthroom. A mirror was set up close to your berth. 

  You double locked the door before turning to the mirror oddly placed beside your berth. You felt for a knot behind your helm before pulling your blindfold off. Your optics were (F/C) in colour, instead of your usual blue optics. You had extra features that were rather visible. A pair of fox ears popped up from your helm, along with a long, fluffy tail that sprouted from your lower back. 

  Your helm began to spin. This was too much to take in. You lay on your berth with your blindfold tied on your arm. Today's discoveries were enough to tire you out.

The next day

  Your optics had went back to normal, but you put on your blindfold anyway. You carefully open your door with a loud creak. Your tail immediately shrunk between your pedes as your ears bent sideways in fear.