circadi1an

[circadi1an]

// inspired by mr queen, cybertronian gn reader (but mentioned to be attracted to both genders), megatron x reader

tw for suicide (but its mostly interefered so nothin bad)

— I see your isekai to another world fics, and raise you a reader, whose a former mechanic / petriologist, transported into the world of transformers as a decepticon lackey. The war had just recently destroyed cybertron's life force, leaving only a dead world to inhabit the corpses among the streets. The nemesis is currently still recovering from the lack of medics on board / searching for a new location supplying energon.

— your previous host turns out to be someone who filled out that quota, unfortunate for you. you would've thought you be reincarnated into a forgettable casualty in the war, but noo it seems that everyone recognizes you, vividly you may say.

— actually, you won't forget to mention the elephant in the room. how could you overlook the last person on the list when he always reminded you of his existence every cycle when he visits your lab. the first time it happened was probably the day you found out if cybertronians can get an equivalent of a heart attack (sadly no, the spark isn't strong enough to penetrate through hard metal).

— whoever your previous body used to be seems to have a relationship with every mech in the ship – the frequent greetings from the group of vehicons passing by the hallway, the consistent mocking, with a pinch of manipulation, from the conniving second-in-command, and a surprising rare nod of acknowledgement coming from the silent brood that is the chief of communications whenever you two happened to meet one another.

— overall, your life here as a decepticon is quite comfortable. you would even say you've won the lucky lottery of not reincarnating into a... low ranking vehicon for example. but the truth is, you could honestly care less about all this bullshit. You've had a pretty good life before, working in a high paying job, hanging around with other (wo)men, drinking all day, all the good stuff really.

— So in your desperate attempt to return to your old body, you tried every method to offline yourself. Attempting to cut off your limb? You realize cybertronians can still reattach parts like they were mere toys. Jumping off to space and suffocating from the lack of air? You don't even have a nose, how the hell do you live without olfactory senses. Stabbing yourself in the stomach? Good luck trying, you wouldn't even be able to complete the job without a random vehicon appearing from the walls and jumping you from behind.

—One day you overheard a vehicon, who had just recently interfered with another one of your attempts, murmuring his woes of receiving the lord's ire for not thwarting your plan of early death much earlier. You didn't think of yourself to be that important of a person for Megatron himself to be concern of your life. Sure you're the medic / energon specialist, but in a war where millions of lives were lost as fast as a raging tide over the sand, were you really worth that much to be kept alive?

— It isn't until you had a confrontation with starscream that he had mockingly teased you, you were still kept alive only because you used to have a history together back in your old miner life. You laugh, chuckle even, at his face. There's no way. megatron, the megatron the ruthless leader of the decepticons, who had caused a million lifeless sparks, has a soft spot for you? When you realize the silence around you, every vehicon worker had stopped what they're doing. (wait when did soundwave arrive in the room.) their unspoken words only confirming the seeker's folly, of you and the warlord's past relationship and the seeming favoritism he has over you.

(You'll never mention the regular visits Megatron likes to do in his freetime, coming over to your lab and discussing of your current progress in your recent project. You'll also never mention how this 35 ft behemoth of boss who, for some reason, doesn't know what personal space mean and loves going in close proximity with you. You couldve sworn he either does it for the thrill of one upping over others.... or he just likes playing these games with you, specfically.)

.... perhaps overdosing on medicated energon is worth the shot.

[circadi1an]

// inspired by mr queen, cybertronian gn reader (but mentioned to be attracted to both genders), megatron x reader

tw for suicide (but its mostly interefered so nothin bad)

— I see your isekai to another world fics, and raise you a reader, whose a former mechanic / petriologist, transported into the world of transformers as a decepticon lackey. The war had just recently destroyed cybertron's life force, leaving only a dead world to inhabit the corpses among the streets. The nemesis is currently still recovering from the lack of medics on board / searching for a new location supplying energon.

— your previous host turns out to be someone who filled out that quota, unfortunate for you. you would've thought you be reincarnated into a forgettable casualty in the war, but noo it seems that everyone recognizes you, vividly you may say.

— actually, you won't forget to mention the elephant in the room. how could you overlook the last person on the list when he always reminded you of his existence every cycle when he visits your lab. the first time it happened was probably the day you found out if cybertronians can get an equivalent of a heart attack (sadly no, the spark isn't strong enough to penetrate through hard metal).

— whoever your previous body used to be seems to have a relationship with every mech in the ship – the frequent greetings from the group of vehicons passing by the hallway, the consistent mocking, with a pinch of manipulation, from the conniving second-in-command, and a surprising rare nod of acknowledgement coming from the silent brood that is the chief of communications whenever you two happened to meet one another.

— overall, your life here as a decepticon is quite comfortable. you would even say you've won the lucky lottery of not reincarnating into a... low ranking vehicon for example. but the truth is, you could honestly care less about all this bullshit. You've had a pretty good life before, working in a high paying job, hanging around with other (wo)men, drinking all day, all the good stuff really.

— So in your desperate attempt to return to your old body, you tried every method to offline yourself. Attempting to cut off your limb? You realize cybertronians can still reattach parts like they were mere toys. Jumping off to space and suffocating from the lack of air? You don't even have a nose, how the hell do you live without olfactory senses. Stabbing yourself in the stomach? Good luck trying, you wouldn't even be able to complete the job without a random vehicon appearing from the walls and jumping you from behind.

—One day you overheard a vehicon, who had just recently interfered with another one of your attempts, murmuring his woes of receiving the lord's ire for not thwarting your plan of early death much earlier. You didn't think of yourself to be that important of a person for Megatron himself to be concern of your life. Sure you're the medic / energon specialist, but in a war where millions of lives were lost as fast as a raging tide over the sand, were you really worth that much to be kept alive?

— It isn't until you had a confrontation with starscream that he had mockingly teased you, you were still kept alive only because you used to have a history together back in your old miner life. You laugh, chuckle even, at his face. There's no way. megatron, the megatron the ruthless leader of the decepticons, who had caused a million lifeless sparks, has a soft spot for you? When you realize the silence around you, every vehicon worker had stopped what they're doing. (wait when did soundwave arrive in the room.) their unspoken words only confirming the seeker's folly, of you and the warlord's past relationship and the seeming favoritism he has over you.

(You'll never mention the regular visits Megatron likes to do in his freetime, coming over to your lab and discussing of your current progress in your recent project. You'll also never mention how this 35 ft behemoth of boss who, for some reason, doesn't know what personal space mean and loves going in close proximity with you. You couldve sworn he either does it for the thrill of one upping over others.... or he just likes playing these games with you, specfically.)

.... perhaps overdosing on medicated energon is worth the shot.