Optimus Prime X Femme!Reader (1/?)|Bayverse

    There were times where her memories all seem nothing but a blur. Her past forgotten, yet the only thing she could ever remember was her name, and her Cybertronian race, nothing more. As the years go by on the planet Earth where she always hid from the beings that called themselves, humans. They were the most curious beings she had ever laid optics on, and there were times where she would watch them from afar, admiring their activities, the way they interact with their loved ones and more. She wished to be amongst them and experience the fascinating life of a normal human being, but sadly she was too timid to even get near one of them. They're so fragile which she feared that she would end up stepping on them, and what worried her most was their possible reaction to a robot organism seemingly strolling along the park with a scream of horror from them.


A sigh escaped her lips while she stared up at the starry night skies. She was sprawled on a fairly large grassy field with her helm resting upon a large metal claw that belongs to a silvery-blue dragon who was asleep beside her. It's spiky, yet smooth looking armor shined under the stars as its tail cradled her frame ever so gently, not wanting to crush her delicate form. The dragon's wings looked like a torn up black curtain with glowing blue energon flowing through its skeletal frame as well as the rest of its body. The creatures head rested comfortably beside the femme making sure not to get lean any closer, otherwise, its long metal horns would poke her or accidentally stab her.


(Y/n) placed her servos onto the dragon's tail, and in response, it squeezed her frame softly. A small smile formed on her lips and continued to stare up at the stars where it was accompanied by her home planet: Cybertron.


Many events had occurred through these past few years which led to many deaths of Autobots, Decepticons, and humans as well. She was never there to witness the gruesome battle because her closest and only friend Drift told her to stay hidden. It has been some time since his last visit and it deeply worried her. There had been no communications between them and it felt dreadful not being able to know if he was safe from harm. Drift had always been there for her even when the humans began to target them he still managed to drop by and spend time with one another before leaving to re-group with the other 'bots who were still alive. 


Now, here she was, staring up at her partially destroyed, yet dimly glowing world above the skies seemingly coaxing her to come. She longed to be around others, a feeling that she so missed. The unknown life she wished to remember all forgotten, except for one small detail that can somewhat prove useful in gaining back her lost memories. A dream where she saw a silhouette of a Mech with his back facing towards her and the most familiar part about him was his blue and red flame paint job. (Y/n) wondered who he was and asked herself as to why he looked so familiar. With one arm outstretched she proceeded to tap the stranger on his right shoulder-pads when suddenly he turned into ash. That was all her dream could produce but it was enough to give her hope on uncovering who she really is.


(Y/n) slowly, yet quietly escaped the dragon's grasp and tiptoed away from the sleeping creature making her way inside the thick forest. 


The sounds of crickets and frogs could be heard around her, some were high up on the trees while others were on the ground on top of mushrooms. Many leafs rustled wildly from the strong winds echoed gently as she kept on walking in silence. That was until she heard a twig snap and abruptly stopped in her tracks. She turned around only to find nothing, but something within told her otherwise. Sure enough, she went to investigate the area where the twig was snapped. Her bright teal blue optics lightening up the area where she found a drop that leads straight down onto another path, but (Y/n) got too close to the edge and lost her footing where she began to roll down.


Eventually, she plummeted to the ground with a loud thud and she groaned in pain. But what confused her deeply was that she heard another groan below her which was barely audible yet she heard it clearly. (Y/n) raised her head up and was greeted by two pairs of optics staring back at her. Her optics widened as she now stared at the Mech, but not only his optics but his face as well. She quickly realizes that her helm had fallen off after she slipped on the edge. Her flowing, bright turquoise energon hair was now exposed as it reached down to her mid-back. (Y/n) was oblivious to the fact that she was on top of him but she was too busy studying his features. That was until her optics recognized his paint job which snapped her out of the trance and swiftly removed herself from him. Not wanting to stick around any longer she bolted in the opposite direction to be far away from the mech but also leaving behind the dragon.


The mech called out her name, yet she kept on running not wanting to look back. After a couple of minutes, (Y/n) was standing before a beautiful lake that was crystal clear. She was looking down at the surface of the water where she stared at her own reflection. There was nothing but pain that ached throughout her entire body, yet what ached the most was her spark. This confused her deeply and there was nothing she could do about it. Who was that Mech? How did he know her name, and why does he look so familiar…


“(Y/N)!!” 


She turned around, facing a fatigued looking Mech standing farther away from where she stood. Scared. (Y/n) took a few steps back with both servos clutching her chest plate as the pain in her spark increased.


There she was. (Y/n). She looked exactly the same from the day he had lost her. It had been years since her supposed death and every day he had prayed she was still out there. 


(Y/n)'s teal colored armor hadn't changed at all that was because her alternative mode (alt-mode) was a Lamborghini, and was the tallest femme on their team. He stood 28 feet tall while she was 18 feet tall, and reached halfway up his arm where her helm almost reaching to his shoulder-pads.


His faceplates changed from that of relief to confusion. The way she stared back at him caused his spark to ache. There was fear written across her faceplates as if she didn't recognize him. He took a step forward only to witness her backing away from him, and he continued doing this until she backed herself onto a large boulder. 


“(Y/n)…” the primes soft-spoken voice called out her name, but she refused to look up. 


His servos reached out to her, as they hovered over her shoulder-pads. The prime was hesitant at first and soon gently placed his servos onto her shoulder-pads. (Y/n)'s body was stiff, yet he comforted her by softly rubbing his metal digits onto her shoulders which seemed to work and felt her ease up from his touch.


“(Y/n)… please, look at me.” he pleaded feeling his voice box waiver from the pain within his throat.


(Y/n) raised her head and shyly stared at him through her flowing energon hair, which covered half of her faceplates. The way he looked down at her caused her spark to flutter widely within her chassis and felt her cheeks heat up which activated her cooling fans. Optimus carefully moved her hair to the side. (Y/n) didn't seem to be bothered while he did this. 


Somehow his presence seemed to change the way she thought about him. The fear she first felt when she saw him had vanished. The gentleness of the stranger's action made her feel at ease and secure, yet he seemed to know her well and managed to calm her down with just a simple action. (Y/n) was more puzzled than ever… her mind wasn't familiar with this mechs presence yet her spark told her otherwise.


“Why… why did you run away from me?” his question hung in the silent air, the sound of his deep voice was sad with a pained expression across his faceplates.


(Y/n) didn't know how to answer his question. Everything was all too confusing and the way he looked at her was devastating enough. She felt responsible for his sadness and she didn't know what to do.


Optimus's stared at her longer simply waiting for an answer that sadly never came. That's when he finally noticed the grim reality of his situation. His optics widened in in slight alarm with a mixture of pain. That was when he tripped over his words.


“D-do you even know… who I am?”


(Y/n)'s optics drifted down to her pedes, then looking up at him with a deep frown plastered on her faceplates. He eagerly waited for an answer, but when she answered his faceplates lost all color, his world came crashing down on him and felt his spark break into a thousand pieces.


“I-I'm sorry… but I have never seen you before.”