Maxima slice of life
SFW, Platonic, Familial, Cybertronain reader
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The kids wanted a sleep over at the base.
It took weeks of begging and pestering, mainly for Ratchet’s part in it.
Ratchet, being the softy he was, eventually gave the green light for the sleepover.
The bots themselves were curious on how these ‘sleepovers’ worked.
Bumblebee, Maxima, and Smokescreen were the most knowledgeable from the group having seen more human films with depictions of sleepovers.
The bots did join in, but it was three younger bots who mainly joined in the little games the kids had.
Monopoly was now banned from the base.
“You cheat! How dare you take the last railroad!”--Miko
“You snooze you lose Miko.”--Jack
“You knew I wanted that!”--Miko
“Think of it as pay back for money I had to pay for your house.”--Jack
“That’s it! I’m going to take your house and I’m taking Maxima and Smokescreen with me!”--Miko
“Fine! I’ll take Bee and Raf then!”--Jack
“I’ll see you in court!”--Miko
Maxima carefully reaching for the board.
“How about we play something else?”--Maxima
Eventually everyone had gone to sleep.
Except Maxima.
She couldn’t sleep for some reason. Tossing and turning in her berth she eventually gave up and went to the main room.
Maybe a midnight drive around would do her good.
She walked into the main room only to spot Raf wide awake on his laptop.
“Raf?”--Maxima
Raf jumps a bit and looks at Maxima.
“Maxima? What are you doing up?”--Raf
“I could ask the same thing. I’m pretty sure humans need more than 3 hours of sleep Raf.”--Maxima
Raf nods a bit before shyly replying.
“I can’t sleep.”--Raf
Maxima quietly walks up to him.
Raf wrapped his yellow blanket a bit closer to his body.
“Nightmares?”--Maxima
“No, just can’t sleep.”--Raf
Maxima nods in understanding.
“Same here. I was actually going to head to the roof for a bit, you want to join?”--Maxima
Raf nods his head a bit tightening his grip on the blanket again.
Maxima carefully scoops Raf up, mindful of the blanket, and quietly walked to the elevator.
Once they reach the top, she walks to her spot and lays down on the rocky surface, and places Raf Burrito in her subspace chassis.
There were still some stars in the sky.
The two begin to talk about life and retell stories.
“Then there was that one time I tried following Orion to the arena—”--Maxima
“Orion? Like Orion Pax?”--Raf
“Yeah, that was also the day I met Megatronus.”--Maxima
“You met Megatron!”--raf
“He was known as Megatronus at that time. Completely different mech than the one you know now.”--Maxima
“Really? I heard from Ratchet that he was a ruthless gladiator and was almost like a brother to Optimus.”--Raf
“He was ruthless in the arena… but to me… he was just my Uncle Megatronus, trying to do his best to help other bots around.”--Maxima
“…Do you miss them?”--Raf
Maxima pauses a bit.
“Miss who?”--Maxima
“Megatronus and Orion. Do you miss them?”--Raf
“… I miss how things were a bit simpler before the war, everyone does to an extent.”--Maxima
Raf nods, still a bit curious why Maxima avoided answering the question.
“But enough of that sappy stuff. Miko and I found some music the other day, I think you’d like some of these songs.”--Maxima
Raf slowly falls asleep on her chassis after a few minutes of the softer music playing.
Maxima opens her subspace in her chassis and puts him in there while keeping the hatch open.
She stays there on her back for a bit longer thinking about Orion Pax and the memories they shared together before the war started.
A few tears spilled as dawn was fast approaching on the horizon.
Carefully, Maxima gets up, to not disturb Raf, and goes back down to the base.
She exits the elevator seeing Ratchet and Optimus walking into the main room.
They must have wanted to get in the peace and quiet of the day before everyone else woke up.
Ratchet gave her a pointed look while Optimus gave her a questioning one.
She makes a shushing motion pointing at Raf in her subspace.
The two other mech nod as Maxima gently places the smaller human back in his place with the others.
She yawns a bit, venting softly.
Tenses a bit feeling someone pick her up and placing her on their back.
Optimus has her and pulls her into a piggyback ride back to her room.
“Optimus? You don’t need to do this.”--Maxima
He looks over at his sparkling with sleep in her optics.
“Really its fine I can get to my room—"--Maxima
Optimus only tightens his grip a little and walks to her room.
Maxima looks over at Ratchet for help.
He just smiles a bit before going back to work.
“Traitor.”—Maxima
Maxima lays her helm on Optimus’s neck cables and vents softly accepting defeat.
Optimus reaches the door to only then realize that Maxima had fallen asleep on his back.
“Some things do not change with you Little one.”—Optimus
He opens the door and makes his way to the berth where he gently places her down.
The Prime gently ran his digit on his sparklings helm like he did as Orion Pax eons ago.
Maxima lets a small smile slip in her sleep.
“Rest well Little one.”—Optimus
He gets up and softly closes the door before returning to the main room.
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Okay, imagine this: some forms of human dance are a strange line between Cybertronian burlesque and performance art.
Not only mecha needs to be mindful of their kibble and extra pieces as they waltz or tango in elegant circles around (Remember: the sphere/circle is the most divine shape to their culture), but they must perform with no armature to have all that smooth movement and tight shapes as they press together.
Of course, there are costumes and props that give off the illusion of plating, but there are the utilizations of ruffles, sleek fabric, voluminous sleeves and gowns, breakable plates, and timed chimes of bells as it lacks the heavy clack and clang of real plating smashing or sliding together.
It's high-performance and avant garde (the designs are absolutely peak) nudity to them.
Not only are there 'bots and 'cons absolutely tapping into the broadcasts of ballet, broadshows, opera, and musicals, if there's a nearby dance competition, especially a waltz or tango, then there's a good chance that mechs will be nearby it.
And if there's any humans-into-Cybertronians practicing for a upcoming jig that they refuse to back down with the species swap?
Mechs by the portside windows overlooking the practice:
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Gimme some nutshell summaries about Maxima’s reaction with Optimus death :3
(I am craving for more about your writings)
In a nutshell...
Maxima would feel like her entire world stopped hearing that Optimus was going to make the ultimate sacrifice.
Pure shock and horror.
She just got back from fighting for her life and now she was going to lose the only family left.
Definitely would have grabbed his servo before going.
Nothing said...
She understands what must be done, but Primus why did it have to be this way?
Maxima just wants one more hug before she loses it for good.
Shaking and holding onto Ratchet like a lifeline seeing her father leave.
A memory ingrained in her processor for life.
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