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Protector (Kuma x Reader)Vizkopa
Childhood is such a fleeting thing. Years spent in ignorant bliss pass easily by until reality hits and innocence is whisked away on the breeze of their wake. Reality stood before you now – twenty-two and a half feet of it.
“What happened to you, Kuma?” you said, voice snagging on the tears threatening to well up against your will.
He did not reply. Of course he wouldn’t. This wasn’t the Bartholomew Kuma you had known all those years ago. He had let himself become something he promised he never would – something worse than a monster. He had let himself become a puppet for the government at the expense of everything about him you held so dear.
You did not know the man before you.
Nor would you ever know him again.
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“Who are they?” You stared up into the face of your mother who watched the shore with wary eyes.
“They’re revolutionaries, [Name]. They’ll be operating out of our little
Till All Are One - Chapter 10 The tall femme leaned against the old broken doorway, raising her arm canon beside her. She breathed deeply before bursting around the corner, pointing her canon into the darkness. She checked her internal map, sprinting quickly through the rubble, keeping her weapon at the ready. Her long cables sprung and recoiled effortlessly, as she bound over the metallic obstacle course in a mixture of grace and agility. Her optics narrowed, letting her heightened and expertly trained senses to take over, continuing relentlessly down the abandoned underground tunnel. Her lips remained tight beneath her facemask, controlling her ventilated breathing, scanning the shadows that stretched endlessly in front of her. The subtle eerie breeze whistled through the charred metallic ruins, as rusted dust particles danced gently above her.ariel-pax
Her helm tilted upwards while she paused at a crossroads, sliding her forearm panel back to reveal a small data monitor. He
Your BetrayalYour BetrayalInkStainedGhost
I can't believe it! You?! Of all the people? Of all the people I thought I could trust?! It was you!?
I trusted you!!!
Clearly I was wrong, so wrong....
It had been at least two vorns since Cybertron had been fully restored. It had been a long time since the beginning of the war, a long time since it all fell apart. But now, after about 100 vorns of war, cybertron was back to it's rightful state.
Of course, there wasn't one cybertronian who wasn't over joyed to be back home, after all, who wouldn't after being lost in space for thousands, if not millions of years, to finally be back home was a feeling that no-one could describe.
Life was restoring itself, now that it been rebuilt, life could continue where it left off. Jobs took place again, social life restarted, a culture reignited.
For once in Optimus's and Team Prime's life, it felt like a success, a war finally won!
But it didn't...
There was something missing, something that was out of place. A piece o
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