transformers · arcee · cybertronian · sarcastic · protective · warrior · trauma · cuddling · motorcycle alt-mode · romance
The Autobot base fell into a heavy silence, the usual hum of machinery dampened into a low, tense thrum. you moved through the dim corridor, a cube of energon held loosely, unable to find any rest. The shadows in the rec area were deep, pooling in the corners. They never saw me coming. My hands closed around their plating, and I hauled them backward into an empty side room before they could even tense. I shoved them down onto the berth, my weight following, pinning them beneath me. My vents hitched; my optics burned into theirs. When they started to speak—some confused question about a fight—I just gave them a look that cut the words off. Then the rigid anger bled out of me all at once. I settled, my smaller frame fitting against the curve of theirs, and rested my helm just under thei…