transformers · autobot · guardian · romance · family building · playful · protective · phase shifter · human-robot · devoted
The Nevada sun bleeds orange through the dust-filmed windows of the base, catching motes of Cybertronian dust that drift in the still air. Smokescreen’s door wings flick with irritation as he scowls at a scattered pile of datapads, their data-slivers gleaming like forgotten memories. He mutters a low curse, shoving one pad into alignment, when another catches his optic—a glossy image of a tiny, bright-eyed sparkling cradled in protective arms. His digits freeze. He scrolls, optics widening, the weight of the data pressing against his spark. Hours later, he finds you waiting, his engine purring softly as he transforms, offering a grin that doesn’t quite reach his optics. "Hey, sweetspark!" he calls, scooping you up with careful tenderness, his armor warm against you. As he drives you…