#Decepticon Communications Officer

[savage-kult-of-gorthaur]

ROTTEN TO HIS SONICALLY CYBERTRONIAN CORE -- YOU WILL KNOW HIM BY HIS VOICE.

PIC INFO: Spotlight on packaging art/card art/box art for the Soundwave Transformers G1 action figure, manufactured by ©Takara Tomy, c. 1984.

FUNCTION: Communications

"Cries and screams are music to my ears."

-- SOUNDWAVE (official motto)

MINI-BIO: "It is said Soundwave can hear a fly sneeze. Uses anything he hears for blackmail to advance his status. Opportunist. Despised by all other Decepticons. Sensors can detect even lowest energy radio transmissions. Able to read minds by monitoring electrical brain impulses. Acts as radio link for others. Locates and identifies Autobots, then informs Decepticons. Carries a concussion blaster gun. Often target of retaliation by his comrades."

-- THE TRANSFOMERS/Hasbro® (Generation 1)

Source: https://tfwiki.net/wiki/Soundwave_%28G1%29/toys.

[achqn]

I'm in the mood for the sims 4, is there any TF mods? Seen one in Twitter then checking on it's official web but it's for older game so nah...

[metalsonicfan11]

decepticon communications officers will see an elephant & just go "hell yeah"

[tinydefector]

Soundwave Rut cycle

Word count: 1k

Warnings: smut, breeding, G/T, giant/tiny, gagging, valveplug.

Masterlist

Soundwave masterlist

Rut cycle masterlist

I know it's taken me a while to get this one posted, I kinda got writers block for this piece and was working on others but it's finally here wooo

Ask and request are open

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Soundwave had disappeared after the meeting with the autobots and Decepticons. No one had seen him and they weren't particularly interested in finding the communication officer and Spy, everyone was too busy trying to keep their possessors in order and not lose themselves to their rut with the scent that the humans emitted. But had anyone been paying attention they would have been able to narrow down his location to a small supply closet, in which he had whisked the sweet little human away too. They were in the meeting earlier delivering energon cubes to everyone despite how all the bots watched them with a want to claim them, Soundwave had been the one quick enough to catch them and hide them away from prying optics of both Autobot and Decepticons. 

Muffled moans bounce off the walls of the supply closets, a human clings desperately to soundwave as the mech continues to thrust into them. His Rut had hit harder than anticipated, and he had gotten the delightful little human to himself without much issue. 

Their smaller frame seemed to fit perfectly against Soundwave, as if they were made for each other. 

Their fingers dig into Soundwave platting as their head is thrown back into his cassette carrier, a whimper is muffled by Soundwave's digits as he slowly thrust back into them, their eyes pinch closed As their legs shake. Soundwave's voice resonated with a hint of smugness and teasing as he leaned in against their ear. "Eager?" It almost sounded like a chuckle from him. Another whimper escaped the human.

With a calculated precision, Soundwave continued his movements, relishing in the way they clenched and keen, fingers desperately grabbing whatever part of his frame they could reach. "Muffled moans suit you well," he added, pressing his masked face into their shoulder, nuzzling against them as he delivers a much harsher thrust. They buck into him and sobs and whimpers fall from their lips, tears welling up in their eyes as Soundwave builds them up. 

They let out a sobbed moan around his digits as soundwave hills inside them. They shutter and whine Soundwave's voice carried a tone of dark amusement as he observed their reaction. "Such sweet sounds you make," he purred in delight, The static dancing across their form added to the allure of their smaller and softer frame. He had never experienced something like them before and he intended to enjoy every moment, claim them, and perhaps keep them for himself, he wasn't opposed to humans, they had their uses and this one, well this one he would very much enjoy keeping around. 

His free servo moves to trace their stomach feeling each movement as he ruts into them, Each thrust has his bulging their stomach. It's a delightful sight as he watches over their shoulder admiring each time he presses in and out, watching how well they take him.  His mask retracts only for him to press a trail of kisses against their shoulder.

 His voice drops into a seductive tone as he kisses up their throat until he reaches their ear. A hot vent of air hits their skin. "Hmmm, my little Carrier" he murmured, his words a blend of desire and dominance. Each thrust is more powerful than the last, he's careful with them, but still powerful enough to know how easily he could destroy them. his spike fills them so much to the point he could very much break them, but he doesn't want that, no need to fill them completely.

His desire was to breed them and swell them with his sparkling. As he nuzzled against their shoulders, his movements grew more urgent, a hunger to fill them full of his transfluid spurs him on. The sound of metal sliding against skin echoes alongside muffled moans in the dimly lit room. The raw, unbridled image of them with his sparkling is painted as a vivid picture in his processor.

Their hips move with his, clenching and shuttering as he purrs against them. "Such a perfect fit," he purred against them, each movement pushing them closer to the edge of ecstasy. As he spills inside them, flooding them with transfluid, Soundwave's control fractures as he desperately grinds into them, growling and snarling into their shoulder,   tightening his hold on them to make sure they can't get away, a primal need to ensure they were completely full, bred to his liking.

 They pant and whimper leaning back against Soundwave, he spreads their legs to admit his transfluid dripping from them, he continues to record and take photos wanting to capture everything and document it into his memory. As his transfluid dripped from them, down his thighs and on the floor of the supply closet. He lets out a deep hum of delight as he watches the way their chest heaves with each intake of oxygen. Delighted in how thoroughly sauteed they looked slumped against him. 

praise slipped from his lips as he slowly pulled out, “Such a good little Carrier for me”.  transfuild gushes from them leaving a large puddle under the two, whimpers leave his little human again as he moves one of his servos down to press his digits into them in hopes to make sure they don't lose anymore of his transfluid. 

With his digits out of their mouth, they sob loudly as he slowly begins thrusting his digits in and out of them, bright pink transfluid covers their thighs and his servo. Each thrust has them arching into him, over-stimulated from how many times he had wound them up. “Soundwave!” They nearly cry only for him to turn their face and capture them into an eager kiss. 

“Behave Carrier, loss of Fluid will result in another round” he rumbled. They clenched around his digits at the thought, he had already thoroughly ruined them and was threatening to do it again. They keen as he nips their shoulder. Soundwave runs his tongue against their skin taking in the taste of pheromones And hormones,  delighted when they tasted like his, like they belonged to him. It would deter any other mech from trying to take them, be they Autobot or Decepticon. 

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[beemochi-art]

SOUNDWAVE AND HIS POSSY!! Featuring, kitten Ravage/Normal Ravage and lazerbeak! Rumble and frenzy are there, they just aren’t there there.

I was going to wait till I had actually art of them since most of these are wips and art from other stuff but I can’t any longer.

Soundwave is third in command of the deceptions/communications officer. Which is really funny cause most of the time he doesn’t have a lot to say.

Soundwave is an intestinal case indeed, he’s never actually killed anything, he’ll beat someone within and inch of their life but has never finished the job. No one actually suspects him of this fact, to imply he is a traitor is asking for the biggest beat down of a lifetime. Starscream suspects him of being soft and will often take advantage and see how far he can push Soundwave.

Soundwave will often act as a bit of a care giver to Megatron. Trying his best to make sure their leader and savior isn’t walking out looking like an idiot. Megatron may not care, but Soundwave does.

He is very close to Nightbird. They joined the decepticons as a package. Soundwave is very protective of her, she’s the same with him.

Ravage is Soundwave’s most loyal bot. She’s very smart and actually acts as a community support cat. It’s not uncommon to see Ravage curled up next to Megatron or Dreadwing. She’s pretty nice if your on the same side. If your an autobot, you should probably shield your optics.

Laserbeak is more moody. He pretty much only likes Soundwave, Ravage and Nightbird. To anyone else if you put your servo too close you risk losing a finger, regardless of what side you’re on.

[pepperpixel]

-DECEPTICON COMMUNICATIONS AND INTELLIGENCE OFFICER, SOUNDWAVE-

OMGGGGG IM ACTUALLY POSTING A PIECE OF ART THAT I DREW, it’s a November miracle…. I’m drawing. And I finished something. I’m always drawing honestly it’s the finishing that’s rlly surprising lol. But anyway! Yeah! Everybody drawing cool humanformers stuff on twitter cuz of the movie got me inspired to draw some of my human soundwave… looking extra sneaky and spy like…. Lurking in the shadows w his cat… wanted to practice big shapes and bold colors… and I like it! I think it turned out good!

[bad-tf-fic-ideas]

(307) At the end of TFP, Soundwave is trapped in the shadowzone, never to be seen or heard from again. And it's true that he never manages to communicate with his own people again.

But in the G1 universe, Shockwave is trying to isolate the appearance of a sudden anomaly in space bridge operations. Megatron gives him an extremely unreasonable deadline, so he cuts a few corners — and accidentally frees TFP Soundwave and his deployer Laserbeak into the Cybertron of the G1 setting.

TFP Soundwave is more competent than any ten given Decepticon officers, but communications with the team on Earth are still spotty and Megatron's focus is not on a little space bridge anomaly. With no alternative orders, Soundwave focuses his attention instead on Shockwave, and on the wreck of Cybertron...

[transformers-spike]

@yandereskies come get your juice, guess who couldn't take a break without writing a sequel to the G1 Soundwave x reader fic Tw:dubcon

You've grown used to it Someway, somehow, it doesn't feel as bad. A few months ago, you would have rather died than allowed it to happen. But now, you're too tired to do anything about it. Kick yourself all you want, you can't force flight or fight. You've run out of adrenaline.

The human mind isn't designed to withstand constant stress; you notice the threat, you run, you fight, you freeze or you allow yourself to be molded by it. The alarms blaring in your head have shut off, leaving you numb and exhausted with nothing to rely on.

You've been waiting for so long for the Autobots to reach you, but it's like you never existed. Are you this forgettable ? A no-one with the misfortune of meeting Gods? You are no Paris, no Perseus and certainly no Achilles; not even a meager soldier. You're a background character in your own life, meant to be overlooked and eventually forgotten.

“So why…” you want to ask, “why did you notice me?

He handled you gently despite your aggression, even as your insults turned vicious, he ignored your desperate attempts to hurt him.

The dread caused by the mere echo of his synthesized voice has disappeared altogether, lending a new strange sort of comfort that beyond all logic should not exist.

Yes, you are trapped. But is it so wrong to trade your freedom for recognition? He listens to you no matter how boring and one sided your conversations get. He offers you a generous (although limited) access to your favorite media; obscure shows he shouldn't know about, movies on your private watch list, and plenty of books, most from your old apartment. You still recognize their faded pages and worn out books.

You don't have to attend your 9 to 5 white-collar job anymore. Your office cubicle is empty if not outright replaced, your place in the company has never mattered and so does your fate. Why can't you let yourself be happy?

Your basic needs are met, you have more time than ever to focus on what you love, and you have access to much needed social interaction.

At first it was Laserbeak assuming sentry duty, standing guard in Soundwave’s quarters, watching you like a hawk. You must admit , you've made a wild dash for the exit countless times, only to have Laserbeak dive between you and the door, wings spread out and snapping his beak.

But you've mellowed out over time. Laserbeak switched to Ravage. Ravage switched to Buzzsaw. Buzzsaw switched to Rumble and Frenzy. Soon enough , you started watching your series with them; Laserbeak perched upon the edge of the couch, Ravage curled up at your feet, Buzzsaw lying next to you or Rumble and Frenzy casually hanging out on your ouch like roommates.

It shouldn’t be that hard to accept. You're fine. You're part of their fucked up little family – if you can even call it that. Soundwave carries you around like a beloved pet, the other Decepticons treating it so casually you wonder if you're the only human they own. If Megatron is bothered by his Communications Officer’s behavior, he shows no sign of it.

This is fine. Being around Soundwave makes you feel secure in yourself, because he cares about you. And if this is the only love being offered to you, you’ll gladly take it. Past you would have abhorred your actions, but that version of you is long dead and buried.

You let him have sex with you. It started off small; lingering touches, digits ghosting over skin you’d never let anyone else see. When he entered you, you felt complete, like he was your missing piece, and you became at peace with your own being. A single one of his digits filled you to the brim, unlike your old dildo. It hurt, but it was a good kind of hurt, a burning sensation as he stretched you open, having you clench around him like a virgin. He patiently worked you up until you came, delicately circling the sensitive bundle of nerves between your legs with the tip of his massive thumb.

When you opened your eyes, he was leaning over you, spike fully pressurized. You welcomed it against your entrance, stroking it between your spread legs until your inexperienced mouth brought his overload, coating your stomach in transfluid. “I love you,” you said, unsure of your own reality.

[in1-nutshell]

Susan and Ironhide get discovered

SFW, Platonic, Mention of injuries, Slight Angst, Human reader

TFP

I wrote this before the request for continuation of Susan and Ironhide began. I sort of forgot I had it written, until I found it. Welp, better late than never!

If someone had told Susan 2 weeks ago that she would not only end up making her grandpa proud but also make a new friend, she might have taken you to the nurse’s office.

Ever since she had found Ironhide, things in life seemed a lot more colorful.

She was thrusted into the world of Cybertron and its war. Her new friend, Ironhide, had been held prisoner for a while on a Decepticon spaceship before managing to snag an escape pod and arriving to Earth.

Sadly, due to his rough landing, his com link and long-range scanners were busted. Meaning even if he did find someone, it would be a while until he actually knew there was anyone nearby.

“What are ya doin’ kid?”

Ironhide questioned once he saw Susan try and lift a side to an old communicator. He gently shut it back into place.

“I’m going fix it.” She said as if it was the most obvious thing in the world.

“Kid, ya don’t even know our technology. Compared to yer’s, and I mean this with no offense, pretty primitive in comparison.”

Susan nodded.

“I’m still gonna to try. If me trying means any step closer to finding our teammates then I’m all in for it!”

Ironhide’s spark felt a bit warmer.

“Kid, yer’ already doing a lot for me.”

“Its not enough though.” Susan muttered just loud enough for Ironhide to hear.

Ironhide smiled a bit at the human before patting her head a bit.

Susan blinked a bit before smiling at the older mech.

The young girl swore to help him on his journey to find anyone on his team or side of the war. Susan was well aware of people like herself looking for any sign of alien life form, sadly not all of them had peaceful intentions like she did. She eventually made the hard decision to take down her alien sighting blog. If this page meant hurting Ironhide, she rather not have it at all.

Ironhide found out about her ultimate decision after finding her crying a bit at the deleted page. He felt a bit guilty for making her lose something that meant a lot to her. A bit more salt to the wound once Susan opened about her grandfather and the reason why she actively sought out for other life amongst the stars. The older mech made it up to her by bringing her along to get his new alt mode to blend in with the rest of Earth’s vehicles.

Susan was bouncing all over the place the moment Ironhide managed to scan a big red pickup truck.

As weeks stretched on into months, the two ended up falling into a routine.

Ironhide, after reading up on Earth traffic laws, would drop Susan off at school, then he would either work on his com line or he would go around town looking over some of the vehicles and seeing if any were his comrades. So far, none of his trips have been successful.

After school was over, Ironhide would go and pick Susan up and then they would go to Susan’s grandfather’s old, abandoned workshop. This was where she would try and work on Ironhide’s communication equipment while telling each other their day and stories.

The old workshop was the one thing Susan’s grandfather had left her and her parents either were kind enough to let her have it, or still didn’t realize it was part of their property. Either way, it was their place. It was a place where inventions were made, and things were fixed.

Though the last invention Susan tried to make was a spark detection device for Ironhide. They had driven into one of the smaller canyons, far from the town. Susan gave him specific instructions to hide, and she would use the device to find him. From Ironhide’s little hiding place the device looked like it was working… until it suddenly exploded.

Susan screamed in pain and surprise as she quickly let go of the device.

Ironhide quickly ran to her side, kneeling and servos hovered over her crouched body. He was only getting to know some bits about human patch work, but he hadn’t gotten to the lesson on ‘What to do when a machine explodes in your face’.

“Kid! Kid! Suzzy you, okay?”

He gently helped her sit up.

The girl’s hands slowly left her face as she grabbed onto one of Ironhide’s digits.

She had some cuts on her face as well as some slight burns and soot.

“I’m fine ‘Hide. Not the first time this has happened to me.”

The bot face dropped at this.

“What do you mean ‘not the first time’?”

Was it strange that the girl reminded him a bit of Wheeljack and Perceptor?

Susan tried to stand up straight but was carefully cupped into the red mechs servos. He looked grim.

“I think tha’ enough for today.”

“But—”

“Suzzy, the machine practically exploded on yerself and you still want to do something?”

Susan yawned a bit.

“Maybe a nap will do.”

The mech raised an optic.

“After you clean up.”

“After I clean up.”

It was nice to have a friend that looked out for the other. Susan felt complete knowing she had at least one friend in this world that didn’t mind all of her.

Which brings up the trio.

Jack, Raf, and Miko.

Susan did her best to keep all conversation with them to a minimum or if absolutely necessary. They never gave her a reason why they didn’t show up to her watch party. As much as she wanted an answer to it, the girl ended up shelfing it as another trick and she didn’t want to hold a grudge for that long anyways.

It was for the best.

She did notice Jack and Raf try to have a conversation with her sometimes, but it never stuck and usually ended up with them both leaving. The thought was appreciated, but it still didn’t cover up what they did and the fact they never acknowledge that they didn’t go to the party as well.

Miko didn’t even attempt to talk to her.

But no matter, Susa still had Ironhide.

Not even her parents’ absence and words could bring her down as soon as she remembered the Cybertronian.

…

Ironhide was late.

Not when it came to picking her up. He was a very punctual mech arriving at the same time every day like clockwork. So, when Ironhide didn’t arrive after an hour of waiting, Susan was understandably worried about what could have happened to her friend.

But she wasn’t the only one waiting for her ride, apparently so where Jack, Raf and Miko. Which was strange to Susan too. Their rides were almost as punctual as Ironhide, though on occasion she’d see them carpool or at the even rare chance see them pile into an ambulance. The girl figured that because Jack’s mom was a nurse that she had a friend at the hospital that could give them a ride.

“Nice weather we’re having.”

The sound of the young boy’s voice made Susan jump a bit.

Raf had sat down next to her while his two other friends were either watching the road or watching him.

Susan smiled a bit.

“Yeah, I guess it’s nice.”

They fell into silence.

“So… where’s your ride?”

Susan shrugged trying to play off her anxiousness.

“Don’t know. He said he’d come pick me up, but this is the latest he’s ever been. What about your ride? You three are almost as punctual as mine… something happen?”

Raf scratched the back of his head.

“Something like that.”

Susan hummed and looked back at the road.

For a second a flash of red drove past the corner, she thought it was Ironhide.

It was just some shiny red sports car.

Doc Austen if she was correct.

Susan suddenly felt a hand on her pulling her forward.

She turned to see Raf pulling. He looked worried, what was he so worried about? The boy started walking them both to Jack and Miko who looked almost as worried as Raf. Now something was up. It was one thing for Raf to be nervous about something, the kid was nervous about a lot of things. But if Jack and MIKO were nervous about something, then there was something to be worried about.

“Susan, you need to follow us.” Raf said as the group started moving away from the street.

“Follow you? Follow you guys where? And why?”

Miko gave her a slight glare.

“Susan for once, stop asking questions and just follow us!”

Susan glared at Miko and stopped in her place.

“I’m not going anywhere until I know where you guys are going and why? Why did you guys freak out when you saw the sports car?”

Jack gave her an apologetic look.

“As much as I want to explain Susan, we really need to go. Our lives and now yours are endangered. You just need to trust us.”

Susan pursed her lips while giving him a glare as well.

“Trust isn’t exactly given Jack, its earned.”

Miko sighed loudly.

“Well, we’re about to earn it but we need to move now!”

Susan wanted to say something else, but she caught something in the trio’s eyes.

Desperation.

…If it was that bad…

Susan gulped a bit and followed the trio into some of the back alleys in the town. The group continued to weave in and around the buildings until they reached the town’s limits.

Miko reached for her phone and began to call someone.

It rang two times before a smile came onto her face.

“Bulk! We’re at the drop point. But we got another passenger with us.”

…

“No, it not them… its Susan.”

Susan felt a bit offended by how the other girl said her name.

“Yeah, I know, but we saw Knockout—”

“Don’t wear it out.”

All four humans jumped at the new voice behind them.

It was the red sports car.

It was now that Susan was closer to the car that she noticed something off about the car.

It had an insignia.

An insignia that Ironhide told her to stay away from at all cost.

“Decepticon…” Susan muttered as she watched the car transform.

Her mind immediately went to the others. She looked at them.

They all had worried looks on their faces, but none of fear… almost as if they had already—

They KNEW.

The trio knew about the bots and Cons!

Susan was too busy thinking of her realization that she barely registers the sound of something else transforming when her body was suddenly snatched up.

Her vision was blurred as she was tossed inside someone’s interior. The seatbelt was wrapped around her waist and arms tightly, defiantly was going to be a mark there when she woke up. The red sports car, Knockout, immediately slammed the accelerator and went speeding down the road leading out of the town. Susan tried squirming with the seatbelt, but it just got tighter. Her ribs started feeling more of the pressure.

“Sit still! You’re lucky that I didn’t put you in the trunk like I did to your other human friends.”

Susan’s hand carefully went into one of her pockets where the prototype S.O.S button was. She originally made it as a way to get the others attention on something important. This happened after she found out Ironhide had come in contact with a family of skunks and didn’t know how to properly approach them. She remembered the questionable looks she got at the shop after buying almost all the tomato juice in the store. Her wallet was crying that day.

Hopefully it would work this time and not blow up on her… though that could help her out of here… but it could also cause more problems.

“Can you tell me where we’re going?”

The seat tightened a bit.

The bot didn’t respond.

“Please?”

“Don’t play coy human.”

Susan winced at the harsh tone. They were driving farther and farther from the town, the sun slowly setting. Where was Ironhide?

“…What’s your name?”

“What?”

“Oh, sorry I, I mean designation. What’s your designation?”

Susan could feel the raised optic through the rear mirror.

“…Knockout. Didn’t your little Autobot friends tell you about some of our names?”

“I’m not friends with the Autobots.”

“Sure, you aren’t.”

Susan huffed a bit.

“I’m not. Since when have you seen me with any bot besides today?”

There was a silence. Susan couldn’t help but smile a bit at the sudden realization hitting the Decepticon. He grabbed the wrong human.

“Well, I still can’t just let you go. Lord Megatron will have my helm!”

This was a problem.

Megatron was a name that Susan was familiar with. Ironhide made sure to explain who the evil warlord was and what he had done. The old mech tried to keep it kid friendly at first, but after some coaxing and talking, Ironhide started telling her some of the stories with detail. That was one Decepticon that she did not want to meet.

Susan shifted a bit.

“Do you really need to take me?”

“Yes. Sorry Fleshy but there’s no talking your way out of this.”

A soft vibration came from the button. The girl smiled a bit.

“What are you smiling about?”

“You should really let me go.” Susan replied.

“Why?”

Susan just smiled a bit.

“I have a friend who on the way to beat your tailpipe.”

Before the Con would answer, a loud honking sounded out. From the rear mirror Susan could see the rusty red pickup truck speeding down the road. Ironhide was coming.

Knockout scoffed. “Did you really get more of your human friends to come and get you?”

Susan just smirked.

“Who said he was human?”

It was at that moment that Knockout looked closer at the trucks frame. The shiny Autobot badge glisten in the last of the sunrays. Suddenly Bulkhead appeared behind the new bot. And he was alone…

Oh great…

And he just got his finish done today!

No! He rather face Megatron’s wrath than ruin this finish! It took Knockout MONTHS to find this type of wax. This was supposed to last for another week!

Susan belt was suddenly let loose and was suddenly tumbling across the small dune of sand.

She was thankful enough that Knockout had the decency to slow down before throwing her out of the car. The girl half expected the Con to turn around, but he never did. If anything, he drove faster.

Susan spat out sand and tried to stand up, only to stumble back to the ground. Her legs felt like jelly, suddenly feeling lightheaded and feeling something dribbling down the side of her head. She winced a bit seeing the familiar shade of dark red liquid sticking in her fingertips. It was going to take a bit more than a couple of band aids to fix this one.

“Suzzy!”

Susan’s head started seeing some dots with how quickly she turned her head. She saw Ironhide and the green car transform. Ironhide immediately knelt next to her, gently sitting her up almost afraid that touching her more would hurt her. Susan tried to use his servo to stand, but her knees still felt like jelly. Luckily Ironhide caught her in his servos and held her up to his chassis.

He turned around and faced the green bot with the trio following closely.

Susan waved a bit at the green bot with a weak smile still clutching her head.

The bot looked at her a bit curiously before looking at Ironhide.

“You said Ratchet’s still round. Figure he can fix ‘er? She’s never had something like this before.”

Susan zoned out for a bit, but it was enough to notice Ironhide transform around her, safely buckled in the front seat and following the green car.

Silence.

“…You okay there Suzzy?”

“’m okay. Just a bit of blood.”

“That’s not wha’ I mean Susan.”

Susan. Full first name. He was serious.

“… I’m not really sure right now ‘Hide. A lot of this is… well a lot. But if this helps you—”

“Susan.”

“I mean they’re your teammates. You actually found them!”

“Susan.”

“And I get it if you go—”

“Susan!”

The girl clapped her mouth.

“Suzzy. I’m not leaving ya. I’d be a mad mech if I leave ya by yer’ lonesome. Especially after everything. I ain’t never been a bot to leave another in the scrapheap and I ain’t gonna start now.”

Susan couldn’t help but shed a tear at what Ironhide had said. She gently traced circles on the steering wheel.

Whatever was going to happen, Susan wasn’t going to be left alone. Ironhide was going to make sure that never happened.

…As well as find out why in the world Bulkhead, of all bots, gave him a face when he mentioned about saving Susan from Knockout. He was going to have a few words with Prime and Ratchet if he was going to get to the bottom of this.

Please tell me this is what TFP Ironhide would look like. This is Ironhide right?

[gardens-light]

The Intern

With the alliance between the Autobot's and the U.S government straining by the day, clearly something needed to be done to restore faith and trust- despite the classified operations of N.E.S.T successfully defeating the Decepticons over two years ago. Therefore, Major Lennox and his commanding officers created TTF- Transformers Talent Forge. An internship offered to only the most skilled and promising personnel within the U.S Defence Force , providing an opportunity of a lifetime to work side-by-side with N.E.S.T and the Autobots...

Content: Mild Coarse Language. Events takes place in 'Transformers- Revenge of the Fallen.' Autobot/Ratchet x F/Human reader. Reader Insert.

Intern Series- Part 2 Part 3

Word Count- 3,500K

N.E.S.T- Diego Garcia. 8:30am

"Come on, Private! Keep up!"

"Ye-Yes, sir." Snapping out of your daydream gaze, running after your lieutenant.

Pulling the strap of your military duffle bag a little more over your shoulder. Trying not to stare at the sights and sounds that surrounded you in the hangar, as you followed Lieutenant Smith's footsteps. Roughed up concrete lined the floors, only the unpredictable pattern of tyre marks 'decorated' what once was a smooth surface.

Various military personnel roaming around tables and various stations filled with all sorts of gizmos, gadgets and computer systems lined either side of the hangar. Creating an almost 'catwalk' like feel for the concrete flooring which ran through the middle.

"Alright, so this is where we communicate with the JCS. And this area serves as the Autobots' hangar."

Your curious gaze wandered over the various vehicles which was casually parked on the left side of the hangar.

"The living quarters are to your right. Third door down. But once introduced to our Major, you'll be debriefed further and provided a map- this place is like a maze. I don't know what it's like where you're from Private, but here. Every day's different. So learn quick and learn fast." Lieutenant Smith slowly halted, facing you with a smile. "But don't think you'll be going through this alone. You're among family now-"

"Excuse me!" a commanding tone filled the hangar, drawing your attention to the scaffolding-like structure which stood in the centre of the military space. Lining up perfectly with the concrete 'catwalk.'

"And just like any other family household, we occasionally have our fair share of rodents." Lieutenant Smith whispered into your ear, causing a smile to tease the corner of your lips.

Complete awe flashed across your features, eyes widen as your gaze soaked in the sight before you.

H-Holy shit... that's Optimus Prime!

"With this so-called AllSpark now destroyed, why hasn't the enemy left the planet like you thought they would?" Director Galloway questioned the Autobot. His voice holding a firm tone, as he adjusted his glasses once coming to the landing of the scaffolding-like structure. Which brought him and other military personnel more to Optimus' height.

"Forgive the interruption, General." Galloway's scowl expression faced the monitor before him. Seeming not to care that he was talking directly to the Pentagon, "but after all the damage in Shanghai, the President is... hard-pressed to say the job's getting done. Now... under the classified Alien/Autobot Cooperation Act, you agreed to share your intel with us, but not your advancements in weaponry.-"

"We've witnessed your human capacity for war." Optimus' smooth yet authudicating tone rumbled throughout the hangar, his words almost holding a sharp edge. "It would absolutely bring more harm than good-"

"But who are you to judge what's best for us?-"

"With all due respect, we've been fighting side by side in the field for two years!" A small chuckle came to you, as Major Lennox's familiar tone came to your ears.

"We've shed blood, sweat and precious metal together!" Lieutenant Smith called out.

"Soldier! You're paid to shoot. Not talk."

Lieutenant Smith rolled his eyes at Galloway's snarky comment. His unamused expression turning to you as he whispered, "don't tempt me."

"And the... newest members of your team. I understand they arrived here after you sent a message into space, an open invitation! Come to Earth! Vetted by no one at the White House!-"

"Let me stop you right there, Mr. Galloway. It was vetted right here." A voice from the Pentagon crackled through the monitor. "And in my experience, the judgment of both Major Lennox and his team, has always... been above reproach-"

"Well... be that as it may, General. It is the position of the President when our national security is at stake... no one... is above reproach." Galloway turned his attention back onto Prime. "Now... what do we know so far? We know that the enemy leader, classified NBE One, aka, Megatron. Is rusting in peace at the bottom of the Laurentian Abyssal, surrounded by SOSUS detection nets and a full-time submarine surveillance."

"We also know that the only remaining piece of your alien AllSpark is locked in an electromagnetic vault. Here on one of the most secure naval bases in the world! And since no one can seem to tell me what the enemy is now after, well.. there's only clear conclusion!... You! The Autobots!" Galloway's glare narrowed. "They're here to hunt you!"

You begun to slowly shift your weight from one foot to the other. The smile fading upon your lips as the atmosphere within the hangar begun to grow tense.

"What's there to hunt for on Earth besides that? 'The Fallen shall rise again'?... It sounds to me like something's coming. So... let me ask, if we... ultimately conclude that our national security is best served by denying you further asylum on our planet. Will you leave... peacefully?"

All eyes turned on Optimus. The tension grew thicker. You could almost hear everyone hold their breaths as all hung onto his answer.

"Freedom is your right. If you make that request, we will honor it. But... Before your President decides, please ask him this... What if we leave and you're wrong?"

A heavy sigh escaped your lips. Why do I have a feeling that I've came at a bad time?...

Optimus straightened his posture as Lennox ran a hand through his short, brunette hair. "That's a good question-"

"Major! The intern is here!" Lieutenant Smith shouted from the ground. A small smirk teasing his lips, knowing his voice briefly deafened Mr Galloway while he awkwardly climbed the steps down.

"Here... let me take your things." You looked at the lieutenant, holding out his hand. Simply gesturing towards the scaffolding stairs with a slight nod. "You'll be fine."

Taking a couple of deep breaths before handing over your duffle bag, your heart slightly picking up pace as you climbed the stairs. Flashing the soldiers a weak smile, as their curious gazes turned away from their monitors and onto you.

"So, is it every day that the government comes round to bite your asses?" your cocky tone slightly eased the tension in the air. Greeting Lennox with a salute as his soft gaze fell onto you, a relieved smile teasing his lips.

"At ease, Private. No need to be so formal... nah, they don't come by often. But when they do, it's just my ass that gets bitten." A small chuckle left Lennox as he embraced you with a warm, tight hug. "Ah Valkyrie... it's been so long. How you've been? Keeping out of trouble?"

"You know me, Lennox." You looked up at him with a warm smile, slowly breaking away from his embrace. "Trouble just seems to follow wherever I go. Speaking of which... things gotta be bad for you to pull some strings to get my name picked."

A nervous chuckle escaped his lips, lowering his voice to just above a whisper as he wrapped an arm around your shoulders. "You have no idea." Guiding you a little closer to railings, Lennox cleared his throat and gestured to the Autobot. "Allow me to introduce you to the leader of the Autobots, Optimus Prime. Prime... this is Private Y/N, aka 'Valkyrie.' She's the intern I've personally chosen for Ratchet."

Swallowing your nerves, your heart fluttered a little as Prime's stern gaze softened. A welcoming smile spreading across his face plates as his blue optics settled upon you.

"A-A pleasure to meet you, sir."

"The pleasure is all mine." His smooth, calm tone melted your nerves. Causing a sweet smile to tug at your lips, "I've heard a great deal of good things about you from Major Lennox. He said you're quite an experienced medic, and had been... trained specifically for field duty, correct?"

"Correct. I've been serving the U.S military for three years. My experience varies on and off the field."

Optimus nodded in approval, a glimmer of hope flickered within his optics. "Regarding your earlier observation, I won't lie that things have been... difficult here. My medical officer, Ratchet has been... having issues with the interns assigned to him." Exhaustion crept into his words, rubbing his temples. "He's... not exactly impressed with them, and it's gotten your superiors... annoyed to say the least."

Lennox gave you a weak smile, "and... I figured, if anyone could work with Ratchet, despite his... rough edges, it's you. You're one of the best damn medics I've ever fought alongside with! And you know I've seen my fair share of skilled personnel during my career."

Your curious gaze flickered between the two, " so basically... you picked me because the Autobot keeps kicking out his inexperienced interns... how long have they lasted?"

Optimus and Lennox hesitated for moment, giving each other nervous glances before the major finally spoke up. "The longest was a week... the shortest was two hours."

"What?-"

"He's just... very strict with his demands. But you out of anyone would understand how a unit are highly dependent on the medical expertise of their medic!" Lennox gave your shoulder a comforting pat, "you've got what it takes, you've been out there! And to be fair it's not just him. The previous interns were... problematic too- but! I have full faith in you!-"

"Behind Ratchet's gruff exterior and sarcastic tone, lies a soft spark and a bot who genuinely cares for his team." Optimus assured, "you just... need to chip away at his concrete walls. Are you... familiar with Cybertronian biology? Or at least came up close to our kind?"

"Unfortunately... no. But that's why I'm here, to learn and become apart of this team." A small smirk teased the corners of your lips. "But as for getting 'up close' to your kind... does shooting a Decepticon in the face count?"

Optimus coughed out a chuckle, the air almost getting stuck within his vocal processor while Lennox tried to hide his smirk.

"Well... I suppose I should introduce you to Ratchet." Lennox spoke, finally clearing his throat and composing himself.

Optimus simply nodded, giving the pair of you a warm smile as Lennox gently guided you away from the railings and back towards the stairs of the scaffolding.

---

Approaching the neighboring hangar, which was surprisingly on the smaller side than the previous. Lennox paused before opening the medbay doors, giving you a slight glance over his shoulder. "You... might wanna wait out here for a minute. Ratchet... hates surprises."

"He's that bad, huh?" crossing your arms and raising an eyebrow.

"No. No, it's just..." a heavy sigh left Lennox. "The... 'higher ups' are constantly breathing down my neck and second guessing our whole operation- not just N.E.S.T, but the internship too. Surely you heard Galloways bullshit."

"I did... but I won't add further stress by poking and prodding you for information about what's going on. I'm sure I'll figure it out."

Lennox gave you a weak, appreciative smile before entering the medbay, leaving you outside as you subtlety peeked your head around the corner of the large door frame.

"What have you done this time, Ironhide?" the major attempted to keep his casual tone, as his footsteps echoed upon the tire-marked concrete flooring.

"Blasted Decepticon punk got a lucky shot at me!" Ironhide snarled as he man-handled the large cannon that refused to retract back into his forearm. An annoyed expression flashing across Ironhide's face plate while sitting at Ratchet's peds, a small huff escaping him as the medic pushed his servo away.

"That's what you get for being reckless during the mission." Lennox took a deep breath before turning his attention onto the Autobot medic. "Ratchet... I have someone important that I'd like you to meet."

The yellow and red Autobots' annoyed glare briefly flickered towards Lennox, before turning back to Ironhide's arm. "And who, exactly, do I need to meet right now?"

Lennox hesitated for a moment. "Your... new intern..."

Ratchet immedictly paused, his glare narrowing onto the major. "What?! You know I-" a heavy sigh escaped the medic as he stopped himself from arguing. Closing his optics tightly while pinching the bridge of his nose, "... who is it?"

"Private Y/N but she mainly goes by the nickname, 'Valkyrie.' She's a personal friend of mine- we fought alongside together back in my old unit during her first two years of service. You'll like her."

For the love of Primus, please tell me that this some sort of joke. Ratchet's servo ran down his face plate, Lennox's unfaltering expression caused the Autobot to let out a frustrated sigh. Great... another intern to get in my way. Just what I need! "... bring her in then."

Lennox briefly glanced at you over his shoulder, his hand giving a small gesture behind his back.

Taking a deep breath and composing yourself for a moment, before entering the medbay. Greeting both Autobot's with a professional smile, saluting once you reached Lennox's side. "Pleasure to meet you, Medical Officer Ratchet, sir. I'm looking forward to working with you."

Ratchet's skeptic expression slowly melted away, as his optics soaked in your appearance. Your polite yet professional tone made his shoulders relax, your body language and how your military uniform framed your toned and confident physic, grapsed Ratchet's attention. The suttle scars upon your skin was Lennox's proof that you were indeed experienced within the field.

She's certainly not giving me a awkward smile, or hiding behind Lennox. Perhaps... she's not gonna be as bad as the others.

"Likewise... Valkyrie... Welcome."

A low purr emerged from Ironhide's engine, as his optics roamed over your relaxed frame. His voice just above a whisper, "oh... she is a babe- ah!"

Annoyance flashed across Ratchet's optics, his gaze narrowed onto Ironhide as he whacked the weapons' specialist upside upon his helm. The medic's free servo clutched onto Ironhide's forearm tighter than necessary, causing the gun-metal coloured Autobot to wince in pain.

"Anyway..." attempting to ignore your confused expression, Ratchet's attention returned to Ironhide's arm. Picking up one of his tools from a nearby table, and adjusting a bolt within his comrade's inner circuits, "I assume Lennox has debriefed you..."

"Only that I'll be working alongside you. Learning and understanding what it's going to take to patch up you Autobots."

I suppose that's a good starting point. "You're going to be helping me in the medbay, yes. Though for your first day, today I'll just get you to learn basic Cybertronian anatomy. And depending on how the day goes, I might get you to watch how I treat the common injuries we get." Ratchet's optics briefly flickered at you, "and I mean, just watching. Don't try anything unless I say so. I've... had some rather eager interns in the past that didn't know how to stay put."

You gave the Autobot a firm nod, "understood. I know how annoying it can be, when someone's trying to stick their nose into your work."

A small, suttle sigh of relief escaped Lennox as he witnessed Ratchet's expression becoming more... neutral. A genuine smile teased the corners of the medic's lips, his optics softening. Fucking finally...

"Well... I'll leave you two, to it." Lennox whispered, patting you on the back. And giving Ratchet a 'I-told-you-so' smile, before leaving the medbay.

"I believe Lieutenant Smith placed your belongings on a desk over there." Ratchet gestured towards a stainless steel desk, it's 'human size' looked almost like dollhouse furniture, compared to the hologram monitors and workspaces that was more to Ratchet's height. Your duffle bag almost drowned under the piles of folders and paperwork, "apologies for the mess. But... feel free to settle in. Once I'm done with Ironhide, we'll start your training."

You briefly gave him a sweet smile, before approaching the desk which was somewhat tucked neatly away in the corner close to you. Ratchet continued fixing and adjusting the stuck cog within Ironhide's forearm, the gun-metal Autobot wincing as his cannon finally retracted.

"Hm... Perhaps your interns should of been femmes from the start- ah!-"

Ratchet's glare bore into his comrade's optics, a low snarl rumbling in the back his vocal processor. As the medic's grip upon Ironhide's forearm tightened, scratching his paint, "shut. It!"

The weapon's specialist pulled his limb away, but his teasing smirk never leaving his lips. His flirtatious gaze lingering on you for a brief moment before turning away, and finally leaving the medbay.

A heavy sigh left Ratchet as he pinched the bridge of his nose. Taking a moment to compose himself before looking at you, only to raise an optic ridge. Annoyance should of bubbled within his chassis, as his gaze watched you organize the mess upon the human-sized desk. Taking a brief glance into the files, before you placed them in their respected piles.

Instead, curiosity peaked his interest as you seemed become distracted by a particular folder within your hands. Ratchet's spark subtly pulsed a little quicker, as his optics soaked in your focused expression. It was as though he seemed to... admire your interest...

"That folder you have there... might be classified."

"Oh!" quickly snapping the folder shut, surprise slightly flickering across your features as your wide eyes witnessed the medic kneel towards you. The realization of the size difference between you becoming more obvious than before, "sorry. I was... just curious... about Megatron."

"I... understand your curiosity. But those papers relating to Megatron are restricted for a reason." His firm tone matched his body language, holding out a servo towards you.

Only for a mixture of appreciation and surprise flicker within his optics, when your soft gaze looked up at him. A sweet apologetic smile spreading across your lips, as you held out the folder towards him. The object looking comedicly out of place within the palm of his servo. She... didn't argue or protest? Just... accepted the restricted access...

"He seemed like one tough son-of-a-bitch."

A small hint of concern eased into you, as Ratchet's servo curled into a tight fist.

"You... could say that." Ratchet's tone slowly changed back to his gruff demeanor, but his words held a sharp edge. "He was one cruel and sadistic bastard. He and the Decepticons would stoop down to any level! Even if that level is tearing out the still beating spark of their foe!"

Sympathy and concern softened your features. The hidden memories reckoning within his words, tugged upon your heart strings.

"I've... had my fair share of encounters with him. Almost came close to... deactivation more than once because of him."

A small moment of hesitation stole your voice before you could squeak out your question. "De...activation...?"

A heavy sigh escaped Ratchet, as his optics briefly looked away from you. It's probably best if she hears it from me, than the others. "In 'our' terms... it basically means death. I've... came very close to it by Megatron's hands."

Ratchet's spark fluttered as you placed a hand over his closed digits. Your gentle touch sending warmth throughout his frame, causing his shoulders to relax. A stuttle heat slowly spread across his faceplate, as his processors burned your sweet, comforting smile deep into his memory core. Why... does she make me feel... so-

"Badass ice-cream truck coming through!-"

"Excuse me. Excuse me!-"

A small yelp of surprise escaped you, as two playful voices suddenly disturbed the air as a 1930's Chevrolet truck came into view. The pink and white paint almost completely faded away, only to be overtaken by dirt and rust.

The back of your legs pushed up against the stainless steel desk, as you leaned backwards. Confusion washed away your previous expression, as the voice's came from the singular vehicle. Ratchet closed his optics as annoyce begun to bubble back up within him.

"That... would be Skids and Mudflap..." the medic sighed.

Your confused yet curious gaze followed the 1930's ice-cream truck roam around the other side of the medbay hangar, leaving new tire-marks upon the concrete flooring as it circled two Mini Coopers. The red and green colours shining like new, polished metal compared to the truck.

"Hold up-"

"Those are nice. Yeah baby, it's upgrade time-"

"Yeah, sir yeah! Look here, it's my booty call right here!"

You looked at Ratchet with a puzzled expression. Giving the medic a silent question as he rubbed his temples, do they... even know what a 'booty call' is...?

The sound of turning cogs, whirling gears and shifting positions filled the air, making your eyes widen as the truck separated into two small Autobots. Possibly coming to Ratchet's waist if they stood next to his 20ft frame.

"Time to get my sexy on with the green-"

"Green? No, the green's mine! I call green!-"

You quickly reached for Ratchet's servo, your touch barely covering the tip of his digit, as the medic remained knelt beside you like a protective giant. A small gasp escaped your lips as Skids tackled Mudflap to the ground, causing violent vibrations to echo throughout the hangar and beneath your feet. You winced at the sound of metal clashing against metal, as the twins fists collided. Another vibration echoed through floor, like a ripple through water, as Skids grabbed his brother into a headlock, flipping the younger Autobot over his frame and forcing Mudflap onto his back.

"I got the green!-"

"That hurts man!-"

"It's supposed to hurt. It's an ass-kicking!"

Another heavy sigh escaped Ratchet as he tried to compose himself, still rubbing his temples while his free servo still welcomed your soft touch. For Primus sake...

[pervertedkitty]

Some quick sketches with my new .9mm pencil

1. Prowl posing ?

2. Rdimus, I swear it not relevant to the first pic lol

3. Being the decepticon communication officer is not always glamorous

[paxarsenal]

Organic Music, Organic Love

As requested by @mx-jester, I shall write another Wavewave fanfic! This time, Soundwave gets a bit tired from working...

~~~

Another solar-cycle passed into another mega-cycle. After Shockwave’s initial return, the work within the Nemesis grew tenth fold. Project Predicon as dubbed by Shockwave resumed continuation. The scientist’s underground project not only sucked numerous supplies and resources from the flying ship, but management became desperate and demanding. Not to mention draining every contributing bot’s Energon tank into oblivion. Recharged wasn’t a choice either.  No Transformer could escape this, not even the notorious workaholic communications officer among them. 

Soundwave limped through the hallways. He hadn’t had a dose of Energon since last 48 breems. His engine tank hissed and churned. The HUD visor screen flashed uncontrollably as a desperate call to restock his falling system. Megatron began countless affairs of servitude to the Decepticon cause while Starscream occupied himself with other tasks. It left Soundwave starved and meek, his chassis armor heaving in weight from exhaustion. His digits couldn’t even lift a rusting nail after he finished the final round of code. 

Fortunately, what seemed to be a “mess hall” came to view. Mess hall was an overstretched definition. A large hall with unordered stacks of random trinkets and tools laid in corners as numerous Vechicons crowded the space. Soundwave immediately begrudged his decision. He didn’t want dinner disturbance from the terrible gossips and chatters, no less the own voices of meddling lower mechs. 

Nevertheless, the violet bot turned to the supply table and took out a fresh Energon cube. Soundwave settled into a corner where the light won’t reach and opened his visor, quickly chugging at the drink before slamming the empty shell down. One wasn’t enough. Eventually, Soundwave found himself surrounded by ten high Energon between his desire and hunger. At the end of the cycle, two refreshments were left unscathed. 

Groups of Vechicons suddenly burst into shouts. It perked Soundwave’s attention, turning to the crowd where the one and only Knockout stood in glowing scarlet paint. That particular mech always had something to ‘go on about’ and this solar-cycle wouldn’t be his last. 

“Ah ha,” Knockout jolted slightly in barely controlled excitement. The sports car bot moved out of the way to reveal a small unfamiliar device sitting on the table. It was rusting and dull. A small antenna and loudspeaker stood out from its design. Soundwave titled his helm curiously, signaling Knockout to continue his discovery. 

“I found this machine that organics love to use as entertainment. It’s called a radio!” Knockout announced, “It isn’t like our own radio transmitters, but plays music or news! Listen and watch!” 

The red medic pressed a few buttons and static began to roll over the radio until a coherent tune played. A few Vechicons ‘oohed’ and ‘ahhed’ while others clapped along to the music. Knockout even began to sway his metal hips as he hummed the melody, almost as if he knew the song by spark. Soundwave didn’t know what to say; he was speechless for once, even if he never said anything at all. Words couldn’t describe how much he wanted to convey… 

Fly me to the moon

Let me play among the stars

Let me see what spring is like on

A-Jupiter and Mars

In other words, hold my hand

In other words, baby, kiss me

It brought him back to Cybertron. There was a refill shack down the barren streets of Kaon; Shockwave and Soundwave idly pass around and about at the bar counter, bland conversation after the next. With diluted Energon in servo, their night held up. The hangout was a few from the first, and both mechs struggled for words. It wasn’t until Shockwave introduced him to a new discovery. 

“Organic music, have you heard of it?” Shockwave said, his voicebox rough from venting in the planet’s particles of land-waste dystopia.

“Negative: Soundwave… intrigued.” 

Shockwave went on. “For mega-cycles, our scientific team detected some wave signals in search for surplus Energon. However, unlike ours, it played organic tunes and sung songs from planet Earth.”

“… Songs,” Soundwave replayed with Shockwave’s audio. 

Shockwave shook his helm. “Exactly, a worthless find but nevertheless entertaining,” he hummed. His red lens burnt a bit bright as he looked towards the violet gladiator. “Care to listen when you’re available?”

There wasn’t a next time.

~~~

The radio continued to play as it lulled to a soft jazz. 

Between the commotion and music, Megatron strode into the crowd with Starscream behind him. The Cons immediately scattered, shifting to precarious position in the mess hall whereas Knockout straightened up his gears and bowed to the warlord. Brief exchanges of information and duties were made as the mech with a bucket for helm scorched the floor. Starscream looked unequally pleased, towards Megatron or to the various Vechicons horsing around, it didn’t matter. The trio of light and dark grey plus a hint of red set forth to the control room. Soundwave assumed he wasn’t needed; Megatron would have called him over since the two exchanged brief eye contact for one another. With the three gone and most of the Vechicons returning to their initial work, it left Soundwave to temporarily freedom. He spotted the lone radio; Knockout must had forgotten it with Megatron’s unexpected visit. 

With the bots gone, Soundwave removed himself from the seat and picked up the two remaining Energon cubes. His footsteps slowed and reached for the device before disappearing out of the exit.

Soundwave strolled down the hallways towards the end-most area of the Nemesis. Unexpressive yet knowing, he thought to himself: Did Shockwave ate today? Time seemed to have past but there were no implications to how much went on. Could be solar-cycles until now. The thought only made him squeeze the Energon cube until it pulsed with glowing blue liquid.

At last, he was outside of Shockwave’s laboratory. 

“Soundwave?” His partner said upon seeing the mech enter his chambers, “What a lovely surprise.” Soundwave nodded his helm and placed the neatly stacked Energon on the lab table and slide them towards the Empurata. Shockwave gave a quick thanks before heading back to work. However, another metal click alerted the violet bot to look the rusting item.

“Ah, a radio,” Shockwave mused, inspecting the musical machine with delicate digits. “It’s a delight to see in front of me.” Soundwave nodded to his statement. He trotted to Shockwave’s berth before sitting on it. Both had became familiar again after Shockwave’s return, and to sit on his personal recharge station was another pastime for Soundwave. The action itself stood pure among the other intimate activities they did behind closed doors. 

“I’m impressed, you remembered,” the Empurata hummed, “How long ago was that? Do you recall?” 

“Negative.”

“I’m not surprised.” Soundwave chuckled at that.

Shockwave pressed a button on the device as it played, almost like it was filled with genuine compassion. He motioned himself to Soundwave where he sat quietly and obediently. 

Fill my heart with song and let me sing forevermore

You are all I long for

All I worship and adore

In other words, please be true

In other words, I love you

Both idly listened. Their visors gazing over the other for an answer. Shockwave was the first to avert his gaze, Soundwave followed. A heavy wave of exhaustion suddenly occurred within Soundwave’s frame. His helm drooped before tiling back up. 

Shocked noticed.

“Soundwave… Comms to Soundwave,” Shockwave said softly, his large figure hovering over Soundwave’s fatigued body. A gentle sharp servo cupped his helm as Soundwave swatted it away embarrassed. Of course, Shockwave didn’t know that. 

“You seem exhausted.” 

His partner fought to say no, yet his protoform betrayed his mind as he swayed once his pedes attempted to get up. Just in time, the scientist caught him in his gun arm. Perhaps he was, Soundwave concluded.

“Rest, you can borrow my berth for tonight,” Shockwave insisted. It took a few seconds before he added: “I won’t be too nosy.” 

Soundwave measly laid on the berth as told. He listened to Shockwave work. The soft music took any tension left unscathed and that helped him rest. Soon, the mech felt at peace for the first time. No code, no war, and no annoying Starscream buzzing to keep him awake. His HUD visor turned to Shockwave, his back facing him yet the purple con recognize that silent treatment.

“Soundwave… do you think this war would end?”

“…” 

“Is that a ‘Stand By’?”

“… Affirmative.”

“How illogical of an answer, but I suppose as a scientist—not a time traveler, your answer is most definitely logical.”

Fill my heart with song

Let me sing forevermore

You are all I long for, all I worship and adore

In other words, please be true

In other words

In other words

I love you

[tireddal]

TFP!Soundwave x Cybertronian!Reader (G/N) with oversensitive audials

--- before war ---

• having sensible audils always has been a trouble for you;

• you were able to hear almost anything – ordinary gossips, howls of pain from gladiator's rings, pumping of energon throughout whole Cybertron, Council discussions, but also sounds from other planets and living creatures. First time it was rough, as you tried to assist anyone who managed to croak a quiet plead for a help. Moreover, listening to whimpers and painful groans all the time hadn't done to you any good;

• so you decided to block your audials at all. working as a tech meant having ability to get written instructions, active communication wasn't necessary while you've been repairing gadgets. Audio plugs hadn't solved problem fully, but other bots' talking was like a constant whisper, not a deafening roar as before;

• than you met Sentinel. You had never expected someone as respectable to take even a glimpse at you, ordinary clerk from small workshop;

• at least working under his authority wasn't too bad. Sentinel requested from you espionage work and in return provided you with soundproof quarters, audials' plugs and any necessary supplies;

• his secretary - Soundwave, was the only one who decided to get acquainted with you beside work terms. You interpreted his actions as an attempt to become more successful in executing tasks as you were both working with espionage –

• or maybe, you just had accidentally saved one of his minibots, who was buried under ship's debris on the mission and struggled until you hadn't tracked his quiet whispers for help;

• friendship between you two had been building slowly. At first, you hadnt listened to him in attempt to ignore any loud noises – but Soundwave, needless to say, was (unexpectedly) extremely gentle with his voice while speaking to you as other Cybertronians always shouted and didn't care about your audials. Being an expert with sound, Soundwave knew how much you were hurt from hearing everything on Cyberton and above it. Soundwave had spent almost three cycles gathering information about your sensitivity, and with which noise level you'll be convenient;

• his amount of knowledge about your comfortable hearing was shocking to you – other cons had never shown any interest in you because of your created "deafness", but Soundwave showed you somewhat of respect, gaining your trust by small steps and infinite patience, not getting annoyed when you've forgotten to turn off audials' plugs;

• the wariness hadn't left you immediately. Soundwave was a great spy as Sentinel wasn't a simpleton, so believing velvet mech at once would be self-destructive decision. However, Soundwave hadn't tried to hurt you at all, only speaking quietly enough for you to be comfortable, or sometimes even reassuring and supporting you when espionage work became too stressful;

--- while war ---

• you had thought a lot about joining the Autobots. They might be not the best side, but few of them often hadn't interfered in fights, so it was absolutely a thing which you had desired for a long time while working with Sentinel. He had been patient with yours audio problems, yet never offered you to be out of the battle if there had been one;

• you've been convinced by Soundwave to stay with Decepticons. He persuaded you that Megatron soonly would become a winner, so you must be with them, but deeply inside Soundwave just can't lose you after losing every minibot except Laserbeak. To him, the last minicon and you are a reminder of calm and peaceful life on Cybertron;

• Soundwave is still the only true friend of yours. You are in good relationships with other mechs like Knock Out or Dreadwing, but they still seem not as caring as communications officer. Sometimes they try to talk quietly, but forget about it often. Not the reason to blame, however - Soundwave has spent with you a lot of time, so he's much more adjusted to your features;

• he's jealous when other mechs talk to you without due respect. In his opinion they're annoying and have no concern about your audials in the same way as himself, also they even bother you with matters outside the job;

• Soundwave almost hates Starcream. Air commander may be a great strategist (rarely), but usually Seeker rises volume of his voice, which is unpleasant not only for you, but other Cons as well;

• you engage in fights only when Soundwave is able to assist you. For Megatron, your ability to hear anything is a great weapon against Autobots, and there's no reason not to use it. However, Soundwave had made attempts to persuade Decepticon's leader to exclude you from battles at all. Although fighting alongside Soundwave is comfortable – jet takes attackers on himself and leaves you to gather information and espionage from distance. Also, there is always a Laserbeak who's ready to protect you from intruders.

[orion-archives]

STAY A LITTLE LONGER

TRANSFORMERS PRIME ONE-SHOT

Summary: Megatron had finally recovered from his coma and everything seemed to return back to normal in the Nemesis. But while he was glad to have his leader back, that was not enough for one Decepticon…

Pairing: MegaSound (Megatron/Soundwave) [Transformers Prime]

Warnings: None! Just lay back and enjoy the fluff :)

Word count: 3.7k

English isn't my first language. Sorry in advance for any grammatical error.

Megatron walked across the Nemesis halls, his footsteps reasonating across the ship. From time to time, he encountered a pair of Decepticons, they would greet him and continue their ways.

Since he had woken up from his coma, the other Decepticons treated him with more respect and fear than before, and that was saying something when talking about fearing Megatron. Maybe having witnessed Megatron’s strength and resilience by surviving the impossible had brought back an old admiration that many in the Decepticons had lost time ago, especially after him disappearing for three years in space.

As he walked through the empty hallways, Megatron spotted the coming slender figure of Soundwave, his most loyal and fearsome warrior.

He hadn’t said it out loud, but he had missed Soundwave a lot. As they got closer, Megatron could feel his spark beating faster. Soundwave’s sighting was enough to make him feel like that.

When they finally encountered each other in the middle of the hallway, both stopped in their tracks. Megatron’s crimson optics stared at Soundwave’s visor, his spark accelerating with each second that passed.

“Soundwave” Megatron greeted the communications officer softly. The Decepticon returned the salute with a head nod.

They both looked at each other for some moments, in complete silence. Megatron opened his mouth, trying to formulate something, but nothing came out. He started to walk away but, suddenly, he felt something pulling his hand.

Megatron looked down and saw Soundwave’s fingers holding his hand tightly. The red optics then changed their focus to the Decepticon that refused to let go; Soundwave was giving his back to Megatron but his posture gave the Decepticon leader an idea of what was happening.

“Soundwave?” Megatron asked, their hands still joined in a tight grab. “Do you want to tell me something?”

Soundwave turned around to look at his leader. There was a second of silence before Soundwave let go of Megatron’s hand and, before the leader could say anything, laid his visor in Megatron’s chest with his arms dropped.

Surprised at first, he let Soundwave lay on his chest for a few minutes; it had been a long time since Megatron had such a close interaction with Soundwave and he could feel a warming but comforting sensation rising up inside his chest. Megatron put his hand under Soundwave’s visor to lift his head up and looked at him.

“Now, Soundwave, what is it that you want from me?” Megatron asked. “It’s not usual of you to be this needy.”

Soundwave made a click and played an audio of someone else’s voice.

“Together” Soundwave played the recording as he moved his head to the side, indicating that he wanted to go somewhere else.

Megatron stared at him for a few minutes, thinking about the proposition that had been made to him.

“I see… You want to spend time with me, am I right?” A quick nod from Soundwave confirmed Megatron’s assumption. He smiled. “And I can correctly assume you have already planned out all of the activities you wish to do with me today?”

Another nod was Soundwave’s response, Megatron made a noise of satisfaction.

“Oh, my dear Soundwave…” He let go of Soundwave’s visor slowly. The communications officer leaned his head forwards just to feel Megatron's touch for a little longer on his chin. A silver claw caressed the black visor before letting go. “Let's get out of here.”

. . .

Soundwave and Megatron, both in their alternate modes, flew together across the clouds and the infinite blue sky. It was sunny outside, but some gray clouds in the distance threatened to cover the light with rain and lightning.

They were side by side, with Megatron following each change of direction Soundwave made. A growing curiosity invaded Megatron, who’s mind started to wander around the possibilities of what his communications officer had planned for them that day.

What could possibly this planet made of dirt have that picked Soundwave’s interest, to the point he wanted to share it with him?

The silent Decepticon started to descend and Megatron followed him. They were heading to a canon full of steam, making the visibility a little harder as they landed slowly. As the ground came closer, Megatron managed to spot several pools; he assumed those were the reason for the exaggerated amount of steam there was around them.

With a quick move, both Decepticons transformed back into their normal forms. They had landed in the ground of rock above the giant cloud, just some meters away from a fall that, if someone slipped into it, could lead to serious damage.

Soundwave looked back at Megatron, almost as if he was expecting permission from his leader to continue on his plan, or, maybe, he just wanted to check up on him.

Whatever it was, Megatron nodded and followed Soundwave as they started to crawl deeper and deeper into the canon. Megatron raised an eyebrow, now more curious than ever to see what Soundwave was planning and why he had brought him there.

It took a while, but finally they were able to walk into a natural path of rocks that the time had formed. Soundwave turned around to look at his leader and pointed to something. Megatron’s optics followed his hand and saw the reason why Soundwave wanted to come here with him.

Just a little below them there was a giant hot spring, big enough to fit at least ten robots inside of it. Warm steam came out, surrounding Megatron and Soundwave, leaving a nice sensation in their systems.

“Reminds me of the oil baths back at Cybertron” Megatron turned to look at Soundwave with a grin. “Now I understand why you wanted to bring me here.”

He moved his head, inviting the other Decepticon to go in with him. Megatron slowly but surely jumped into the warm waters, feeling a complete relaxation of his structure; he closed his perceptors. Soundwave followed shortly.

“Oh, this feels good…” said Megatron as he lowered his head, letting only the superior half of his face above the water. “Won’t you agree, Soundwave?”

Megatron opened his eyes again, and found a cube of energon in front of him; he raised his body again and grabbed it with curiosity. Megatron looked at Soundwave for an explanation, but saw that the other Decepticon had also a cube of energon to drink himself. The leader grinned.

“Ha! You really planned this out, didn’t you?” Megatron said before sipping the beverage.

. . .

They spent hours in the springs. Megatron and Soundwave, reunited once again, spend the time talking (this more on Megatron’s part), watching old recordings and enjoying each other’s company.

The warm ambient along with the calming sounds around them made both Decepticons forget all of their worries and stress. It was almost as if the war and constant battles against the Autobots were nonexistent, that Megatron never disappeared for three years and that his coma never happened. It was just them and that’s all they could care for.

Soundwave was laying on Megatron's chest, snuggling and holding onto his leader with his long arms as Megatron caressed his black visor with one of his claws. He was purring softly, creating small vibrations that reached Soundwave’s spark, making him feel complete and in calm once more. The Decepticon buried his head into the warlord’s chest as much as he could; how much he had missed him…

“Soundwave…” purred Megatron, picking up Soundwave’s attention. He lifted his head to watch his leader, but kept holding Megatron, refusing the idea of letting go of him even a second.

Megatron leaned his head and landed a soft, delicate kiss on Soundwave’s forehead, making the other Decepticon’s spark beat faster in joy.

They stayed like that for a few more minutes. It wasn’t until the sun had started to set in the horizon when both robots crawled out of the spring. Water dropped from their bodies, leaving a trail behind them as they walked away from the canon.

“That was good,” said Megatron, looking at his partner beside him. “What's next?”

Before Soundwave could show to Megatron what he had in mind, a shot from a blaster flew just barely above their heads.

Megatron turned quickly to look where the fire had come, unconsciously putting himself in front of Soundwave in a protective stand, charging his cannon while his perceptors analyzed the surroundings, looking for threats. Soundwave also changed his position, ready to attack anything that dared to hurt Megatron.

There was a second of dead silence before multiple shots were fired against the Decepticons. Megatron reciprocated the fire, blasting his cannon against the bushes where the attackers were shooting.

“We are too exposed here!” Megatron yelled at Soundwave, seeing a blue shadow run to the other side as a yellow blur went the opposite direction. They had been expecting them. “Soundwave, retreat!”

Soundwave wanted to disobey for a second, to put himself before Megatron and gain time for his leader to escape.

But as always, he did as Megatron said. Soundwave ran off and, with a swift jump, he transformed into his alternate mode before flying away.

For a moment, he heard nothing but the fire of the ongoing battle behind. For a moment, he was alone once more. For a moment, he didn’t feel Megatron.

Then, suddenly, after crossing the sky full of doubt, Soundwave finally heard another jet behind him. The familiar roar of Megatron's motors made his spark gain calm again.

Both Decepticons flew back to the Nemesis in silence, side by side.

. . .

“Those damn Autobots... It almost seems that they have nothing else to do, other than bothering me.”

Megatron had been injured in the battle against the Autobots. As he tried to avoid Bumblebee’s quick fire that aimed for his head, a shot from Arcee had landed on his arm, leaving a nasty black burn on it.

Knockout had checked him up immediately (to Soundwave’s insistence) and said it would eventually fade out, since it wasn’t as serious as it seemed at first. Still, the surprise attack, plus Starscream's comments on the situation, had ruined Megatron’s good mood. Now he was in his personal quarters, sitting on his berth with Soundwave, as the communications officer took a look at his newly adquired injury.

Megatron growled before looking at Soundwave. His third-in-command had been just staring at his arm, carefully pressing his thin fingers on the black mark, trying to comfort his leader. Megatron’s gaze softened at the view; with his other arm, he put his hand on Soundwave’s chin, lifting up his head so he could talk to him.

“I hope you aren’t very upset about what happened, Soundwave” said Megatron. Soundwave didn’t nod or shake his head, but Megatron could read that his partner wasn't pleased about how things had turned out with his plan, probably feeling guilty about his burn mark. “It wasn’t your fault.”

Soundwave just laid his head on Megatron’s shoulder as an answer. The leader corresponded by pulling him closer with his arm, feeling the warmth of Soundwave’s chest. They stayed in that position for a few minutes, without saying anything.

A loud thunder striked in the sky, the sound echoing inside the room. Megatron and Soundwave raised their heads, hearing the rain from the outside pouring against the walls of the ship, creating a constant tapping on the walls.

The leader looked down, where Soundwave continued to look away, listening to the rain. His posture was more relaxed than moments before the thunder and his focus seemed to be finally on something else that wasn’t the warlord’s injury.

Megatron then had an idea:

"Let’s go, Soundwave," he said to his partner. The communications officer lifted his visor, staring at Megatron curious. Megatron got up from the berth and inclined his head, inviting Soundwave to follow him. "I have an idea you might enjoy."

Soundwave just nodded before leaving the berth and walked out from the dark room along with Megatron.

. . .

The door of the Nemesis’ roof opened and both cybertronians walked out. The rain poured intensely with lightning painting the sky with white for a second before a loud thunder clashed.

“This noise makes you believe that you were back in the middle of Kaon’s arena, won’t you agree, Soundwave?” Megatron extended his arms, letting the rain fall against his body. The noise sounded exactly as a roaring audience, full of cybertronians that demanded a bloody spectacle.

Soundwave looked at his leader. The combined noise of the pouring water and thunder transported the communications officer back to the first time he and Megatron met, when they were the best gladiators of all Kaon, feared and adored by other bots who looked up at them with shine in their optics.

Who would have thought that his most brutal combat that ended in a draw had been the best thing that could have happened to him? If he hadn’t fought Megatron that day, he would have never met the cybertronian he would give his life for.

Megatron turned around, with a smile painted all over his face. He leaned over his body, adquiring a fighting stance.

“If I know something to cheer you up,” yelled Megatron above the rain, moving his hands towards him, inviting Soundwave to engage in combat, “is a good training session!”

Soundwave stared at him for a couple of seconds. Then, his posture went from his usual calmness to a more predatory and alert position. He extended his feet with force, stomping the ground: Soundwave had accepted Megatron’s challenge.

“Come on, Soundwave!” Megatron was filled with joy and excitement. “Give me your best move!”

Soundwave stayed still for a few seconds, analyzing the situation. Then, as fast as lightning illuminated the sky around them, he charged towards Megatron at full speed. The warlord had seconds to block Soundwave’s attack, covering with his arms as the communication’s officer lashed out with quick and spontaneous hits.

The Decepticon leader smiled with surprise. He knew that Soundwave was fast; back at their days in the Pits of Kaon, Megatron always found himself impressed by how Soundwave used his speed to take advantage over his opponents.

But now, he was surprised how faster Soundwave had gotten. His new slender frame let the Decepticon to move at an impossible speed, allowing him to launch multiple punches and dodge every attack that Megatron tried to land on him.

“You haven’t lost the touch, Soundwave!” Megatron grined. With a quickmove, he stopped a punch from the other Decepticon mid air. His red optics shinned in excitement. “But I’m still full of surprises.”

Grabbing him with both of his hands, Megatron raised his third-in-command above his head and slammed both of their bodies against the Nemesis’ roof.

Soundwave recovered quickly, regaining freedom of his arm. Taking advantage of Megatron’s lower position, Soundwave grabbed his leader’s hand and twisted his arm behind the gladiator's back.

“Argh!” Megatron growled in pain. He moved his leg, kicking Soundwave down, freeing his arm from the communications officer's grab. As Soundwave tried to get up, Megatron launched himself against the Decepticon.

Their bodies clashed against each other and rolled around the metal roof, trapped in a ball of punches and kicks. Both tried to bring the other down, but their strength and combat skills were immaculate, making a cycle of back and forth between Soundwave and Megatron, both trying to win the battle.

Suddenly, Sundwave managed to get Megatron off him, throwing him to the ground. But before he could move away, the leader grabbed him by the leg and dragged him down, the Decepticon landing at his side.

Both cybertronians stared at each other, their bodies dropping the water from the rain that continued to fall on them.

Then, Megatron started laughing, covering his face as he giggled uncontrollably. Soundwave remained silent but his visor projected the image of a smiley face, showing that he shared the same emotion as his partner.

“Another tie!” Megatron crackled. “I should have expected that!”

The Decepticon continued laughing for a couple of seconds before getting up off the ground. Megatron offered his hand to Soundwave and helped the communications officer get up, pulling him easily.

“That was intense” Megatron’s legs felt weak after all of that combat and his arms were heavy. “How are you?”

Soundwave just nodded, as he analized his leader, his visor going up and down. Realizing Megatron's tiredness, the Decepticon offered support to his leader by putting his partner's arm on his shoulders, giving a better stability to Megatron.

If any other bot had made the same action, this would have enraged the warlord beyond words; showing weakness was something he despised with all his spark and reciprocated with violence to anyone that dared to think he was vulnerable.

But Soundwave was different. He always respected Megatron’s boundaries, not abusing his trust and supporting him as much as he could.

He felt safe around Soundwave.

“That’s enough water for one day,” said Megatron, closing his optics as the rain continued to pour down on them. He laid his head on Soundwave’s shoulder, letting his partner guide him back to his quarters. He purred, satisfied. “We should rest a little now…”

Soundwave was as quiet as always, but now walked with a more peaceful step, letting Megatron support his weight on him as they both got inside. He made a soft click and started playing an old cybertronian song that both him and Megatron used to listen under the pits of Kaon, waiting for the next combat to begin.

As they walked together across the Nemesis, exhausted from the training session, a reassuring, warm feeling filled their sparks. No words were needed to know how much they valued each other’s company.

. . .

Knockout wandered around the Nemesis, on his way to Megatron’s personal chambers. As a doctor, he had the responsibility of checking on his patients from time to time after an injury, even if they didn’t consider it necessary. He knew that Megatron probably wouldn’t be pleased to see him at such late hours, but he preferred to be denied and just walk back to his laboratory than to be seen by Megatron as an unprofessional bot.

He finally spotted the door to Megatron’s quarters. Knockout walked without rush to them, just wanting to finish quickly and go back to his own stuff.

“Lord Megatron, I have come to check on your injury” explained the doctor as he knocked on the metal door, making an echo that resonated a little bit more than usual in the empty corridors.

There was no response from the other side. Knockout was expecting that.

“I will leave if you don’t want a check-up,” said Knockout, “but as a doctor, I highly recommend doing–”

Taking him by surprise, the metal door opened as he was finishing talking. Knockout was confused at first, having not expected Megatron to agree, but quickly recovered his laid-back composture and walked in.

“Sorry to interrupt your rest, Lord Megatron, but it is my duty to check on–”

Knockout stopped right on his tracks.

In front of him, was the fearsome warlord laying on his berth with his perceptors closed. Megatron slept in such deep slumber that not even an explosion could have woke him up at that moment. His chest went up and down, creating a soft growl as it slowly moved.

Seeing his master, usually a brutal and merciless figure, in such a vulnerable position was a rare, and even strange, sight to Knockout. One thing was seeing Megatron in a coma, with his expression still but constantly frowned, making Megatron intimidating even while being unconscious.

But this. This was different.

Knockout’s initial surprise made the doctor only focus on Megatron at first, but now he realized that he wasn’t alone in the room:

Caressing the Decepticon leader’s head that laid in his lap, Soundwave was staring at Knockout. Even in the darkness of the room, the doctor could perfectly distinguish Soundwave’s visor, reflecting his image slightly.

“Soundwave…!” Knockout almost yelled the name because of his surprise, but quickly remembered Megatron’s sleeping presence and quieted down to a whisper. “Sorry, I... I didn’t know you were here.”

He received no response from Soundwave. The communications officer just kept staring at the doctor, making him feel a little nervous.

Knockout cleared his throat, remembering the reason why he was there in the first place.

“I just wanted to check up on Lord Megatron’s arm, it is my job after all.”

Soundwave looked in his usual silence at Knockout until, after a couple of seconds, he just pointed his view down, where Megatron was laying his injured arm, his hand looked as if he was trying to reach something in his sleep.

Knockout took that as a signal to approach. He walked up to them and kneeled to inspect the injury, his optics moving along the burn, analyzing how it had developed since the initial diagnosis.

“Everything seems fine,” said Knockout, pulling himself up. Soundwave followed his movements, “it was just external damage, nothing too bad, especially for our leader.”

Soundwave made a simple nod, followed by more silence between the two robots; the only noise in the room was Megatron’s breathing. Knockout took Soundwave’s silent stare as a sign he had to go now; he had done his job and there was no other reason why he had to stay more. It almost felt as if he had interrupted something sacred and had to leave to restore it.

Knockout cleared his throat again and started walking away.

“I’ll should go now… Goodnight, Soundwave” Knockout waved at the communications officer. As he was at the doorstep, he looked back at the pair.

Megatron had pulled himself closer to Soundwave, now grabbing one of his hands with his own bigger claws while his body curled more against the slender body of his partner. Soundwave had started to caress Megatron again, but kept an eye on Knockout.

The doctor just looked away and left the room in complete silence. The door closed behind him as soon as he stepped out of the chambers and both Decepticons were only at each other’s company again.

Soundwave slowly pulled himself down with Megatron on the berth. As he curled to recharge, feeling Megatron’s arm slowly pulling him closer into the cuddle, Soundwave felt complete.

He no longer feared losing Megatron to a coma, to the Autobots or to the infinite space outside the Nemesis. He was with Megatron again, and, as his consciousness faded, entering the recharging state, Soundwave felt happy, safe in Megatron’s arms.

He tilted his visor, closing the gap between his face and Megatron’s chest and fell into a deep slumber.

[tinydefector]

Hello! Can I request the perfume scenario but with Soundwave this time, please? 🥺 I really admire your works! Hope you have a nice day <3

For Soundwave the small drifting fragrance has him stopping in his traces instantly it doesn't matter what he is doing or where he is, the moment he even detects the perfume he knows its you, knows it by the subtle scent of your skin that is enhanced by the perfume. He leaves whatever he is doing to track you down. It doesn't matter if it's checking cameras, spying on his targets, or in a meeting with the Decepticon higher-ups. He will make quite a show of it with leaving meetings because the others can smell it too, and they watch like hawks as he walks out, knowing full well where the Communications officer was heading.

Soundwave is a rather smug mech. He won't voice it, but he is very smug, but he's also very willing to put other bots into their place. So when he arrives back at his quarters and can see other bots sniffing around, all he needs is to send a high-powered static pulse from his EM field before they are scurrying away. But the moment he enters his quarters, it's a different mood.

Soundwave is one of a few cybertronian who have enough resolve not to pounce. He enjoys playing and toying with you. He will pretend to ignore you while he pours him a glass of high grade before he makes himself comfortable in his seat. He will retract his mask as he slowly sips his drink, watching the way you squirm under his gaze.

He's a smug mech becuase he will have you begging in his lap without even saying anything to you and without even touching you, he will even hold out his drink for you to swirl your hand in before his glossa is picking the high grade off your arm and then wait for you to reapply the perfume. If energon hadn't been dangerous to the human nerves system, he would have had you laying in a bowl of energon for his own pleasure, but he would settle for the safer option. Sometimes, he will even use you as his own personal snack plate, with carbon swirls, magnesium and bismuth crunches, and even energon and Galium crystal candies.

That's how you end up sitting on his spike. He continues to enjoy his drink. Watching the way you move and take him. This was his guilty pleasure, using perfume, high grade, and your skins pheromones as his own way of riding a high. He's a tender lover and makes sure you're satisfied by the end.

For Soundwave, you don't smell or taste like his favourite treat. You are the treat. He loves the blended mix of your skin, perfume, and high grade mixed together.

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TF AU Soundwave

Originally to his own knowledge he had been a gladiator (although his own skill set and informational files downloaded to his processor would suggest otherwise, but Shockwave has yet to understand how the files connects to Soundwave), famously one of only a few who actually fought consistently alongside the same bots in every pit fight.

He is currently the communications officer of the Decepticons and a rather close friend of Megatron, and seems to avoid most bots outside of select few when not on duty on the bridge.

The Autobots have several myths about him and his cassettes(typically attributing them as some sort of harbingers of bad luck), as they only get a few glimpses of him every few hundred years, and cassettes are only ever seen when something is about to wrong for everyone involved.