This is a request by soulofthedragons

The OC is named Bloodpelt. She is a predacon and is feared by all. She is cold, menacing, cunning, and rarely ever talks. She has a crush on Crosshairs but does not let it show. 

I hope you all enjoy the story!

The fire for the humans crackled softly as we all sat around it. The three humans quietly chatted amongst themselves. 

The moon illuminated the vast sky and sandy land. I sat in my bipedal form next to my closest companion, Drift. 

I watch the humans closely, having the strong urge to terminate them. Pesky creatures that did nothing but cause trouble for our kind, slaughtering them. 

My gun laid beside me... just one swift movement... No. Surely the Prime would send me off the planet, away from my desired Autobot...

Drift must have saw me glance at my gun because he kicked it away, earning everyone's attention. I turn my helm to him and give him a low growl.

"Why?" I grimly question.

"Your thoughts suggested violence." He simply states, not looking at me. 

I stand slowly, everyone's optics and eyes on me. Prime looked ready act any second, knowing my personality and nature for violence. Crosshairs and Hound watched my swift movements over to where my gun lay. I pick it up, brush some desert dust off of it, and face toward the group. 

"You know nothing of my thoughts." 

I look over at Drift, him now standing, servo hovering close to his swords. To close.

I suddenly point my gun at the humans, sending them running behind Bumblebee. Optimus stands but Drift raises a servo, his other holding a sword. 

"I will handle this sensei." He calmly states. 

Crosshairs and Hound are now standing, Optimus close to me and Drift. Drift slowly walks to me.

"Bloodpelt, lower the gun." He coaxes. 

I glance at the cowering humans, removing them from my aim. I change my aim to match Drift's spark. He grabs his other sword quickly.

"Oi! Let's not encourage her mate!" Crosshairs warns Drift as he takes a step forward. 

I look over at Crosshairs with embarrassment. He was my crush, I adored him. But of course no one knew or even had a hint.

Lost in thought staring at my dream bot, Drift takes this as a chance to step forward and slash the gun away from my servo.

 It lands with a loud crash to the ground as I return my attention to Drift and growl. I throw a punch, him ducking and slashing his sword at me.

 It makes contact with my faceplate, sending a burning sting through my circuits. My servo is up to my optic in half a nano second. 

My vision was lost from my left optic, energon trickling through my digits. The energon ran down my faceplate uncontrollably as my other servo covered the one over my optic.

Drift gasps and throws his swords to the ground, running to my side. I shove him away with a quiet sob as I fight the pain. 

Optimus runs forward but I transform into my predacon form and fly off, energon dripping down my frame. 

As I leave, I can hear the furious yell of Crosshairs and him tongue lashing the samari.

I land on a cliff not to far away, transforming back into bot form and collapse on the ground, clutching my slashed optic once more.

 Quiet sobs rack my body as I silently cry to myself. The physical pain was excruciating, but the mental pain was just as bad.

 The one who I thought of as my brother had hurt me in more ways than one. The worst thing, the only bot that I ever loved had witnessed it all.

The roar of an engine revealed that I had been following... primus just send them away. I did not turn to face my follower as they transformed and sat down next to me. 

My faceplate and servos were covered in energon, from crying and my wound.

"Bloodpelt...?"

I give a sharp gasp as I recognize the voice. I slowly turn my helm and look with my right optic at him. 

Crosshairs had a small, comforting smile on his faceplate. I did not smile back. I couldn't. I knew that I would never have a chance with him now.

He slowly put his servo out to mine, almost touching it. I slowly move my servo to meet his, interwineing with his digits.

 I wince at the contact, not having been touched in awhile. My optic travels up to meet with his, I can barely see him through the energon.

"I will never forget the feeling I had when I first laid optics on you." He softly says. 

I don't break the optic contact, hanging on every word.

"Your words are silent, but your actions are loud. Every time I see you it's like the first, breathtaking. My spark beats rapidly when I think about you."

His soft smile turns into a knowing smirk.

"And I get the hint that you feel the same back. I see you watch me closely when you think I'm not looking. I'm not afraid of ya, you will never scare me- only amaze. So put up all the walls you want love, cause' I'll just come runnin' in and break em' all down."

I forget the throbbing pain in my helm, all my worries. The look that he was giving me told that this was not a lie, he meant it. 

For the first time in a millennium, I let a small smile form on my faceplate. I smiled through the pain like it wasn't even there.

 He smiled back, knowing that he was right. I grasp his servo tighter, never wanting to let go. 

Crosshairs kept his optics locked on mine as he slowly leans toward me. As his dermas softly touch mine, I can't react. I sit there frozen, hardly kissing back. 

He pulled away and wiped some energon tears from my right optic.

"C'mon, we need to get you cleaned up." He helps me stand, never letting go of my servo.

 I feel so weak, not because of my energon loss, but because of my final wall being broken. I was not cold and harsh to him, threatening or violent. He rid me of my negative thoughts and self.

I lean into him for support, the energon loss finally taking a toll. He holds my servo tightly as we start to head back to camp. I look up at him with a smile, as he looks down at me with a bigger one. 

He knew he had broken the wall, and I would rebuild another one around us.

Thanks for reading! <3

-Avalanche