Bayverse drift, crosshairs, Optimus prime, and lockdown
Reaction to their gn cybertonian s/o, who's shorter n smaller than them, just easily carrying him??
He's injured or something so reader just.. picks him up with ease and I'm honestly very interested of what the darling's reaction would be
Yes, yes, yes, and yes! I love Bayverse so much, it far too good for this earth. Also, I took Crosshairs out, simply because I just can not write for ever and i feel like no matter what way I go I fuck up his personality. Anyways, hope this is what you were looking for! Enjoy :)
Pairings: Bayverse! Drift x Reader, Optimus Prime x Reader, Lockdown x Reader
Warnings: Lockdowns a little spicy but nothing to NSFW,
Drift
Drift is up against a building, holding his side as he attempts to stop whatever bleeding is happening. The rest of the autobots were off fighting, except for you. Your small frame, being seen from across the road behind that building. You were on your hands and knees, optics scanning the sky for cons, and then your helm peeking from around the corner, he watched as you got up a bit, it looked like you were about to sprint and you did. When it looked safe, you ran across the road, servos covering your helm as you made your way to him.
“Hey Handsome!”
You said, a smile on your face as you scanned him, servos moving him to take over the process. He watched as your medical training kicked in, you were not a fight, no you were never a fighter. He remembers asking why you didn’t have a weapon. You soft laugh reaching his audials as you put your servos up in front of you, while saying something about medical equipment being your weapons. He remembers this moment why you're trying to stop him from dying.
“We gotta get you out of here,”
You grabbed his servo and placed it over the work you did, patches over the wound.
“Hold here, I’mma pick you up”
You went into position, hands in the spots to pick up the mech. You watched as his optics grew wide. You picked him up, like it was nothing and started walking away.
“Alright Handsome, I need you to keep talking to me. Can't have you fall asleep on me.”
He knew you were right, but he was too stunned to speak after you just casually picked him up, and started walking like it was nothing.
It had been a while, you had him back at a safe distance and with the other team members. You were almost done fixing him up, your optics focused on his wound, but his optics were on you. You covered the wound and smiled at him.
“Ya gonna stare all day, Handsome?”
You watched his optics look away, before he spoke.
“No, I just wasn’t expecting you to be able to pick me up.”
You laughed, you servos on your hips.
“It’s not that hard to pick up a mech.”
His shock was funny to you, you’ve never seen him this surprised before and it was in fact funny.
Optimus Prime
He’d fallen, the fight not lasting long for the bot. As for your small servos are already making their way over Prime’s wounds and trying to find a nice spot to grab for easy lifting.
“What are you doin!”
Prime’s voice loud over your helm and the sound of gunfire and occasional shouting from both sides.
“I’ve gotta get you outta here.”
Your servos grabbing at his plating, and practically throwing him over your shoulder. He was originally trying to stop you from moving him, but you easily lifted him into the air. Servos held him close to you as you moved swiftly back towards Ratchet. His movement stopped, when you moved to put him down, his blue optics stared into you. His face mask was still on, but you could tell by the way he stared, he was shocked. Your small frame build, able to carry him like he was a small child. You simply smile on your face, as you lean in to kiss his forehead.
“Can’t have you dying on us now Optimus.”
Lockdown
You looked up at him with an evil stare, of course he’d attack your height the second you two got into it. He stared down at you as if he could easily handle you, and that was far more upsetting than him calling you short or small or petite.
“Something upset you?”
You just squint your eyes, your servos formed in fist. He was also so, you can’t do anything but medic things, you're weak. He was starting to get on your fucking nerves, and it was showing. You turned away from him, and walked away.
“Don’t wanna talk anymore, what happened to that fighting spirit?”
He was mocking you, his helm turned upwards as he watched you walk, walk your pretty little frame a good distance away before you threw him the bird.
“I have a saying, I don’t care.”
That might have been the first time you thought you just man handle the neutral mech, His rude words about you being weak, and not worry of your power. It wasn’t until after the humans let Prime get away that you finally had enough. The human long gone, your servo came up to push his helm away. A grunt in return from your actions, he didn’t have time to register your actions, as you were already grabbing at his waist. Picking him up over your shoulder and throwing him towards the wall of the ship, a short distance away, he was shocked, optics scanning your face plating as he thought. Your helm still turned up to the mech.
“Say something one more time, Lockdown!”
He could finally see why you were a part of the Decepticons, that brute strength of yours. He wasn’t surprised, you were small, it looked like you could barely hold your own against a normal sized bot, but you just manhandled him like you were Optimus Prime himself, he had no reason to be shocked, he pushed you to this moment. This moment of upsetness, he saw how upset he has you, and it lit something within him, something you’ll see in just a few clicks.
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