#Every day I come closer to pulling a Megatron

[shikai-the-storyteller]

Love this kid

[pawpatrollss]

Cat disaster!

jschlattxfem!reader

Summary: You had just moved in togehter, what you did not stop to think about was the now three cats causing mahem.

Warning: my bad writing, and I did not check my spelling at all so DON’T come for me!”

Boxes were still everywhere, you and schlatt ate from paperplates or ordered in everyday and slept on the blow up mattress that was already broken.(thanks to jambo..)

Life was great basically.

You had been dating for almost a year before deciding to move in together into a new place in New York. But what you both hadn’t stopped to think about was the now three cats running around the apartment.

Jambo was usually the chill one, but ”burnt soup” and your cat megatron(named by schlatt obv) which was still a kitten, tried to make everything difficult for you two every single day.

”NO! DOWN! i swear to fucking god megatron i will throw you off the balcony.”

Was the first thing you heard opening the apartment door, coming back from the grocery store.

”what is happe-”

The next thing you saw was the tv going down the table and screen first onto the hardwood floor and a horrible crash could be heard, the cats bolted around the place.

”I SWEAR-” Schlatt started before letting out a harsh sigh as he pinched the bridge of his nose.

”Well, it was a pretty shitty tv?” You hesitated to say seeing the foul mood schlatt was in today.

You were both exhausted from the move and the shitty matress thats was like a carpet now didn’t exactly promise the best sleep.

”..yeah i guess it was” schlatt sighed again but slightly laughed.

Megatron the little shit rubbed herself gainst schlatt leg and meowing at him.

”You little shit” He laughed considering actually throwing the cat out the window but decided not to since you would probably not be too happy with him.

You put the groceries away in the kitchen before jumping down on the couch closing your eyes for a second. Then some small feet could be felt walking over your stomach and then a small body collapse against your neck.

Opening one eye you saw the little furry fucker lay basically under your nose all snuggled up. You gave the cat some scratches and she purred loudly.

”She cost us a whole new ass tv and just fucks off and gets cuddles with MY girl?!” Schlatt exclaimed lifting his arms up pointing to the cat before letting them fall back dowm and hit the sides of his legs loudly.

”She’s just a baby?” You said in a disgusting baby voice kissing the top of megatrons head and smiling at schlatt at his irritaded form. It was kinda funny.

”No. No, that’s not- jesus I give up..” He said before plobbing down on the couch next to you. Hungergames was still playing on your laptop from before you had left for the store.

Megatron stirred from her slumber and crawled over to schlatt’s lap instead.

”See she’s saying sorry!” You said laughing at his now even more irritaded face, well he tried to stay irritaded at the adorable cat. But ended up failing misserbly.

”Fine, i forgive you, you little fucker.” He said pulling the kitten closer to himself.

You gave schlatt a small kiss on the cheak before turning back to the laptop that was purched on the coffee table.

”Jambo don’t get too close to that or it will fa-”

Crash, glass shatter, and a scream was the noice next.

You were now the one who LOST it, so you scremead into schlatt shoulder.

Schlatt bursted out laughing, probably cause this was your laptop not his. He kissed your temple before getting up to clean the mess away.

”I hate everyone..”

[in1-nutshell]

Speaking of memories, I do think it would be cool if Mo and Robby did have to go into Buddy's mindscape for some reason. For awhile its just her memories as buddy but somehow they slip into her memories as Silver Aid. The memories are scattered and Fuzzy but Robby and Mo do learn that Buddy had a life on cybertron, that she was closed to Optimus, Elita and Megatron before the war.

And when they come out, maybe Buddy still dosent have her memories. they were able to slip through the mental block but the block is still there. Cue the existential crisis and confusion that comes from this.

Defiantly planning in the future to make a longer version of this... hopefully.

Anyways, hope you enjoy!

Silver Aid gets her memories back

SFW, Platonic, Familial, Hinted romance, Cybertronian (techno organic) reader

TFE

The Terrans had noticed Silver’s increase in migraines.

Somehow, they were getting worse with every new one wave.

It was getting to the point that the bots had started to get worried.

Silver hissing in pain while holding the side of her helm. Megatron gets to her side and gently removes her bunched-up servo from her helm. Megatron: “A bad one?” Silver squeezes her optics shut and puts her helm on his chassis, gently pushing. Megatron freezes as she grabs his servo and places it on her helm. Silver: “Just hold me…” Megatron presses his servo on her helm and pulls her closer. He smiles a bit as she snuggles closer. He looks up and sees Optimus and Mo giving him a knowing look. Megatron tries to ignore them and looks the other way… only to see Elita and Dot giving the same look.

One day, the Maltos and bots were called in by Wheeljack and Nightshade to meet at the abandoned groundbridge.

It turns out Wheeljack and Nightshade had a secret project they had been working on for Silver Aid.

A helmet to help with her migraines until another way to fix them was found.

Silver was a bit hesitant, like the others, but thought it be worth a shot.

She lays down on the med slab while Wheeljack gently placed the helmet on her helm.

The others go into another secure room overseeing Silver Aid’s room.

It is filled with all the screens and monitors for Silver.

At first, everything seemed to be going according to plan.

Wheeljack checking his screen: “The waves seem to be stable.” Night is on their screen: “And all levels seem to be at optimal speed. As soon as the next wave hits, the helmet should be able to block all pain!” Dot looks at Megatron, who was watching over the bots body for any sign of discomfort. Dot: “She’s fine Meg’s.” Megatron just hums.

Optimus and Elita aren’t any better off.

The Prime’s servo is laced in Elita’s almost trying to ground them both.

Elita’s other servo clenches and unclenches with every minute passing.

Bumblebee, Arcee and Grimlock were doing their best to try and reassure the senior bots with some of the Terrans.

They were so preoccupied that they didn’t see one of the reformed G.H.O.S.T. Robots slip on a banana peel, kicking a rock into the console screen.

Nor did they realize that Robbie and Mo had gone into the room where Silver Aid was in.

CRASH! One of the monitors gets broken and the screens start glitching. Wheeljack, Nightshade and Hashtag are scrambling to fix the problem. Optimus: “What happened?” Hashtag: “That rock hit one of the main panels! That means that—” Silver Aid: “AAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!” Silver sits bolted up screaming in pain trying to take the helmet off but can’t get it off. Megatron goes to the door, but it went into lockdown. Elita tries kicking the door down, but it doesn’t even make a dent. Alex and Dot try calming the Terrans. Alex: “Wait! Where’s Robbie and Mo?!”

Bumblebee was the one who spotted the pair inside the room with Silver Aid.

Cursing the soundproof and reinforced glass, everyone tries to get the kids’ attention to move away from the bot.

But Mo and Robbie had other plans.

Figuring that maybe their cybersleeves could help calm her down, all they needed to do was get in contact and send in as many calming thoughts as possible.

They were not expecting to touch her pede to start seeing random flashes of images.

With the calm thoughts some of the images stared staying around longer.

The first image they processed was a image of a smiling bot with three bots by their side.

The bots looked strangely like Optimus, Megatron and Elita.

More flashes of images of the same three bots in some sort of metal city.

Thinking more calmer thoughts, one of the images started to slow down even more.

The bot was inside some sort of space pod looking at a monitor with a white mech. Skyfire: “How are you holding E-2?” E-2 shrugs a bit down: “As good as I can be Sky… I just wish the others would really understand you know?” Skyfire laughs a bit: “You’re forgetting who my lab partner is.” E-2: “Yeah, Starscream does make life and adventure, doesn’t he?” Skyfire smiles warmly: “Yeah he does.” E-2: “We’re over the coordinates Sky. Huh? Its pretty windy Skyfire, maybe we should stay out of the planet’s atmosphere.” Skyfire: “A little wind never harmed no bot E. These pods were made to last and if something does happen, I’ll hop out and get you.” E-2 smiles: “All right Skyfire, let’s see what Earth has in store for us.”

The next images flew by so fast the kids suddenly felt like they were flying back.

In a way, they had, literally.

Silver Aid had managed to rip the helmet off her helm causing some of the energy pushed the kids back.

By now, Silver was shaking, throat raw from the screaming and tears still running down her face.

Silver noticed Robbie and Mo groaning in slight pain and motioned to go help them but stopped mid-way looking at her servos.

Servos that originally came from someone else, from another life.

Servos that had caused harm to her family.

She knew that the system would soon shut down letting the other bots inside.

Letting Optimus, Megatron and Elita in.

Oh…

Oh Primus…

Megatron finally kicks down the door as the others spill into the room. Dot, Alex and the Terrans are by Robbie and Mo’s side. Megatron makes his way to her, but she takes a step back. Megatron: “Silver we are going to take you to the medical bay…” Silver Aid’s optics start to fill with tears pulling herself farther from the bots in the room. Elita taking a careful step forward: “Silver? Is everything…” All words start to fall deaf to her audials. Faster than anyone could anticipate, Silver Aid let out a web overhead and swung over everyone and began to run out of the facility. How did she manage to do it? She doesn’t know. Next thing she knows, she is face to face with the former Second in Command of the Decepticon army. Starscream: “Oh. It’s you. What are you—” Silver Aid: “I know where Skyfire is.”

[cozzzynook]

Rodimus being afraid of intimacy

While as a young sparkling Hot Rod grew up upon stories and legends of bots finding their spark-mate and living happily ever after. And like most young sparklings he wished for the day he'd find his spark-mate, but as the years went by and the war raged on Hot Rod quickly discovered that life wasn't so simple epically since there were plenty of bots who'd were cruel and would take advantage of a inexperienced mech like him. So to keep himself safe he avoid falling in love, never letting a bot too close to his spark as he believed it would only end in spark break.

Cut to being on the LL and Rodimus is watching his crew with a sombre smile as they fall in love and become happy. He can't help but be jealous as he passes Tailgate and Cyclous being giddy and holding servos as they walk down the hall or when he spots his Amica Drift snorting with laughter as he tries and fails to wipe away the whipped energon on Ratchet's face. Rodimus only sighs as he turns away heading for his hab not noticing the two pairs of red optics watching him, he barely takes a couple steps inside his had until he hears a knock at the door.

Rodimus lets out a startled gasp when he's suddenly pulled into a warm hug by Megatron while Minimus quickly transforms into his Alt-mode before nuzzling his long snout into the speedster's servo while softly purring. Rodimus just quietly sobs as he allows them to comfort him just realizing how long its been since he's hugged anyone. Meanwhile Megatron just softly hushes and pulls the red mech closer while Minimus curls up at Rodimus's pedes just resting his helm on the speedster's leg while he allows his long ears to be pet. They both know Rodimus needs this after all its the lest they can both do at this moment.

This hit right in the feels & i love every single thing about it!

Thank you for sharing & i hope you share again :)

Rodimus needs this kind of love and intimacy.

Poor Roddy, he doesn’t even know the last time he hugged someone.

Megs and Minimus make him come to their hab often so he doesn’t get sick from being touch starved.

Rodimus’s health does improve but he still feels he’s intruding.

They don’t mind one bit since he’s their friend and they worry about him.

[enigmatist17]

Mirage/Hound was my first love, haven't written for them in a hot minute. Also, Hound isn't like his canon Bayverse self, ngl I am not a fan, and no one can stop me :)

Also part 2, the Autobots were not wiped out, because holy shit I hate that that even happened

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The first time Hound met Mirage, it had been less than six jours after the illustrious Towers had fallen, a large portion of the Cybertronian royalty wiped out as a testament to Megatron's power. No one wanted to say it from either side, but not much coolant was shed for bots that had held major sway in the Functionalist system of Cybertron, innocents aside. The few survivors either fled to neutral cities or simply disappeared, and as far as Hound knew up until this point, you could count on one servo those who joined the Autobot cause. The former noble was sitting alone in what served as a mess hall, a cube of energon sitting in front of him as the mech stared at the glowing liquid without actually seeing it. Hound knew the signs of someone trying to escape the reality around them, so he grabbed his own ration and headed for the white and blue mech, only to get stopped by someone he didn't recognize.

"I wouldn't bother him, he only ignores us peasants." The disdain drips from every word, but Hound isn't phased as he gently brushes past, taking a seat at the table across from the other mech. The other mech had a smaller frame upon closer inspection, his plating looking almost like one entire unit with how it had been assembled with care, despite the numerous scratches and bumps that littered a once pristine surface. Hound took a sip of his energon when he saw a flicker in the other's optics, doing his best to look nonchalant as his body language tensed almost immediately.

"May I help you?" The soft-spoken yet commanding voice was not what Hound expected, but in a way, it suited the mech across from him.

"No, I'm alright." The bigger mech shrugged at the question with a soft smile, setting his cube down to extend his servo. "I'm Hound, it's nice to meet you...?"

"...Mirage." Mirage's smaller servo slips into his as he gives a short but firm handshake, pulling away after a moment. "I do not often have company, may I ask why you are here?"

"You seemed lonely." Optics cycle in surprise at the simple response, and Hound finds his spark ache a little bit at the evident surprise. "So, I figured I would come say hello, keep you company."

"For what reason?" A slight frown crosses Mirage's face, waiting for some unspoken punchline. "A dare?"

"Nope, just giving a lonely mech some company." Hound keeps the smile on his face and a content feeling in his EMF field, saying nothing when he feels Mirage brush his own field against his before drawing it up and into his armor.

"Very well, Hound, if you wish to stay, that is your prerogative." The green mech considers the venture successful when Mirage drinks his ration, talking about everything and nothing to fill the silence.

The noble is hanging onto every word, and Hound already thinks about what they'll discuss tomorrow.

---

Mirage remembers the first time Hound made him feel like more than an outcast in the army he fought for. For a long time, he was shunned or outright ignored, his former social status as royalty apparently paramount to criminals after his home was destroyed. He took every jab and insult on the chin, too numb from having no time to mourn his old home to even care.

Then Hound joined him one day, and that all began to change.

Every cycle they shared off-time Hound was there, sometimes talking to him, sometimes just sitting with him in companionable silence. It went on for a good while before Hound joined him one day with a new bot, the mech introducing himself as Jazz with a grin that slightly unsettled Mirage. Jazz wasn't always available for their little table chats, but the noble found himself growing to like the other mech, even more so when Jazz revealed that he was one of the saboteur commanders.

"I've known Hound fer ages, an' I'd like ta poach ya for my division. You've shown some great marks in subterfuge, an' yer outlier only makes that more obvious. An' on the plus side, you'd get to see my main mech here a lot more." The smile sent his way is one of the more genuine ones Jazz had been giving him as of late, and his optics flick over to Hound, who is just giving that Primus damned smile he thought of constantly.

"I would like that very much."

It's the day after he's transferred that Mirage learns Hound had been crossing the massive base just to refuel with him every cycle, and his spark flutters at that knowledge. He has suspicions that Jazz is why Hound took an interest in the noble, but whenever he asks, the commander only shrugs and grins.

"Don't know what ya mean."

Uh huh, and he's secretly Primus.

It doesn't matter before long, however, as Mirage finally felt like he belonged somewhere in the Autobot army for the first time. His soon-to-be fellow saboteurs were on their best behavior at first, but over time, they seemed to genuinely accept the noble as one of their own, even if they did mock his attitude at times. It was...soothing, to consider some bots like Bumblebee and Tracks friends, bots who hadn't really cared about his past in the first place. As long as he could keep them alive and carry out missions, it was all that was needed, and it was what he best excelled at. Seeing friendly smiles after long missions that could span jours was a significant boost to the spark, but nothing compared to the joy he always felt when he saw Hound after those missions. All it took was a smile from the bigger mech to send his spark soaring, Hound laughing at times when Mirage would shimmer out of sight to hide his embarrassment.

It wasn't perfect, but in war time, everyone took what they could.

---

The first time Hound and Mirage were parted for more than a few jours, it had been when Cybertron was abandoned by both factions. In the chaos of ships fleeing the planet that was quite literally turning into a husk, draining the life from anything filled with energon, they had become separated. Rendevous points were either met by ships crammed full of mechs, or turned into graveyards by other ships lying in wait, sending the Cybertronian race out and into the stars. Cycles turned into jours, jours turned into vorns, and soon vorns turned into simple routines, mechs just trying to find allies or simply survive the remainder of a War that many doubted was still ongoing.

What was there to fight for now? Their home was dead, what had once started as a bastion for change had ended with the destruction of the very planet they had all loved once.

Mirage had managed to flee in a small ship that, quite frankly, should have fallen to pieces long before he had picked the first message from anyone in over a centi-vorn, latching onto his communications console in near desperation. It had been far too long since he'd heard another voice besides his own, let alone Optimus Prime, so he let the message play across the small bridge as he listened in stunned silence.

I am Optimus Prime, calling all Autobots. It is time...to come home.

The glyphs that spelled out the planet the Prime had settled on were hurriedly input, and for the first time, Mirage allowed himself the first brush of hope to settle in his spark. The journey to this new planet took him a further three jours, the saboteur forgoing even basic energon scavenging the closer he got to the galaxy that held the Prime and his current allies. The sight that greets him when he drops out of hyperspace for the last time is one that makes him power down the engines, cycling his optics as if to change the sight before him. Cybertron and this new planet were...entangled, for lack of a better term, the husk he had left so long ago no longer the unsettling dark grey that had faded away as he ran. The "chains" that led from the new planet to Cybertron glowed the familiar blue of energon, and both planets seemed to have found some sort of synergy despite whatever had caused this merge in the first place. A small shuttle eventually makes its way towards his ship, Mirage powering down the little weaponry he'd installed over the years as a gesture of good faith as it came to a stop several yards away. It took a few moments before a communications ping appeared on his monitor, and Mirage jabbed the button probably a little harder than necessary.

"Alien craft, identify yourself and your faction." While Mirage did not understand the vocal communication, the text sent alongside held a Cybertronian translation. "If you do not understand my voice, we can send you a translation packet; just send us back something in your language."

Hm, interesting.

Mirage sent a glyph of greeting in response, and a rather hefty data packet was sent a few klicks later, providing him access to something called the internet. The shuttle was likely full of something called humans, and after trying out a few dialects, Mirage moved to reply in his own voice rather than text.

"This is the Blade of Dorin, and my designation is Mirage." Oh by Primus it was a bit of a processor rush to be able to speak with someone! "I am a part of the Autobot faction."

"Well well, an Autobot! Let us cross-check and make sure you're above board, and we'll go from there." The guarded voice turned friendly as Mirage slumped back into his pilot's chair, hoping dearly this was more than a dream. "My name is Robert Epps, nice to meet you man."

"Likewise. You are a human, correct?"

"Mhm, since the day I was born." This Epps chuckled before he was interrupted, a muffled clap sounding over the comm. "Well well big guy, seems like you've caused a bit of a stir back down in HQ! You just follow us, and we'll bring you in to the landing zone."

"Proceed." With a click the communications were cut, Mirage following the now obvious Earth and Cybertronian constructed craft down and into a planet that was just so...colorful, he nearly veered off course in distraction.

"You alright back there?" Epps sounded amused as Mirage adjusted course, idly wondering what Hound would think of the planet as he reset his vocalizer. "Pretty, ain't it?"

"I've never seen such intense color in water, nor foliage." Sure, there are probably planets out there that were just as vibrant, if not more so, but he had never stopped long enough to take notice.

"Trust me, you're only seeing a fraction, we have a whole host of climates."

"As you say." The journey over the water ends at a massive compound that stretches throughout three interconnected islands, several bots gesturing up at his ship as Mirage was led to a massive airfield, a few other Cybertronian ships parked all over the tarmac.

"Welcome home, Mirage; let me be the first to officially welcome you to Earth."

"Thank you, Robert Epps, it is nice to be...home." The word had not graced his derma in a long time, the saboteur powering down his faithful craft with a gentle pat to the main console after he finally found his landing spot. "You have served me well."

Now, all he had to do was leave....easy, right?

Being a spy was, by trade, a bit of a lonely job on the best of assignments. Forced isolation by fleeing your home planet...less so.

So if it takes Mirage a few good klicks to work up the nerve to open the airlock door, that's no one's business but his own, the seal letting out a hiss as the door pops open. He stands still for a moment in the threshold as fresh air floods the inside of his ship, offlining his optics after reaching out to the sunlight flooding the outside, engine letting out a pleased rumble at the warmth.

"Y'know, you can come out and actually stand in the sun." Optics onlining, Mirage looked around before a sound dragged his optics down, revealing a small organic standing with its hands on its hips, nodding its helm. "Promise we don't bite."

"Robert Epps?" The organic nodded as Mirage finally left his ship, closing up his ship before stretching his sore limbs, wondering what the strange smell lingered within the refreshing breeze.

"Epps, all my buddies call me Epps." The human was unphased as Mirage knelt down to his level, extending a digit after combing through accepted greeting gestures. It took a second for the N.E.S.T agent to realize what he was doing, but he shook "hands" with the other bot with a grin. "First bot I've ever met with manners."

"Undoubtedly." Epps grinned when Mirage pulled back to stand once again, the two no longer able to ignore the vehicles approaching the airfield. "It appears the other welcoming committee has finally reached us."

"Good luck, they're always excited to see new bots." With that Epps headed towards Mirage's ship, taking a seat on the step that led into the ship as Mirage watched the entourage transform from their strange alt modes, the foremost being Optimus Prime himself. The Prime held up a servo to silence the myriad of voices, Mirage standing at attention when he approached the newcomer.

"Mirage, it is good to see you alive and well." Optimus looked a lot more worn than Mirage had last seen, but it had been a long time, the two clasping arms in greeting.

"It warms my spark to see you too, sir, I have not seen a single mech in a very long time." The smile on his face is genuine as Optimus released his arm, eyeing the other mechs lurking a few feet away in slight discomfort. "How many of us are here?"

"Just over a hundred Autobots and Neutrals, our numbers grow as my message makes its way amongst the stars. I invite you to -"

"Mirage?" Whatever Optimus is saying takes a backseat as Mirage whips his helm around, the group of bots parting to reveal a green mech near the back of the grouping. His frame is a little bit boxier than it had been back on Cybertron, and the green paint is a little darker, but those optics hadn't changed in the slightest.

"Hound?" The designation is heavy on his glossa as the bigger mech practically pushes his way past anyone still in his path to Mirage, the noble trying to process that it was indeed Hound coming toward him when servos are gently grasping his helm. The contact burned as much as it left him wanting more, Mirage melting into the touch with a soft sigh, pretense be damned at the moment. "I never thought I would see you again..."

"Neither did I." The scout scanned Mirage as his other half cycled his optics off, fighting the urge to go all mother hen as the humans said, settling for pressing a kiss to the top of Mirage's helm. "I hope you know that this time, I'm not letting you go."

"I wouldn't dream of it." The saboteur let out a weak laugh as he wrapped his EMF field around the scout, nearly giddy with the returning affections running through Hounds in return. "Primus I have dreamt of this for so long..."

"I know." The unspoken promise that they would finally bond the moment privacy was afforded rang through their intermixed fields, the two never having had the chance before being separated.

That could wait, for now, Hound was just happy to have his Mirage back and in his arms.

[storm-breaker7]

This is gonna be specific but can you make a Cyberverse! Cheetor x Snow Leopard! Femme! Reader. The plot is that the Autobots including Cheetor have to find the Crystal of Unity and they found the guardian of the Crystal of Unity (Y/n) and the deceptions stole the Crystal of Unity and Cheetor falls in love with Y/n

Ok first of all, I love snow leopards. Second of all I love cyberverse Cheetor. Third of all I love cyberverse Cheetor.

Need Someone

Summary: A bad day turns out to be slightly rewarding. After being lonely for so long, this might not be so bad.

Pairing: Cheetor X Reader

Warning: lil angst with comfort, (idrk it seems safe enough but tell me if i missed somthin)

I drag my servos across my faceplate. A low groan escaped me before I picked up a small pebble. I threw it elsewhere swiftly. I threw my servos up and my frame crumbled back to the ground. A clunk echoed. Then more, rhythmic ones followed, faintly getting closer.

I don't bother to turn around when I hear the clangs stop near the entrance to the temple. Don't even bother. Somebot walks up next to me, reaching their hand out. I smack it away and cower into the corner more. Continuing to run through the what-ifs.

"What are you doing here?" A stoic voice asks a-ways-away, only now letting themselves in. The hand that reached out for me earlier was their medic.

I gave them all a hard glare as I pulled myself up. Returning to my full height, rivaling their leader (or who I assumed was their leader).

"Why do you care? Came back for seconds, couldn't get enough?" I hissed, flexing my servos.

A few shared glances and a large, yellow bot stepped up and offered a servo, "You see, us Autobots haven't been here before. We however did detect Decepticons here. Care to Explain?"

My optic twitched, how dare these bots come into my home and demand answers from me after I was robbed of the only thing I was made for.

"I will explain nothing. Your friends pried the Crystal from my unwilling servos. And you come again!" I yell, balling my fist and giving the yellow bot - that, in my defense, was nearest to me - and gave them a strong right hook.

He yelped and fell backward, the bot behind him jumping out of the way. I jabbed a digit in the leaders direction.

"Why can't you and your hollow friends leave me alone. The big grey lugnut going to come back and help you finish me off?"

"Wait slow down," A smaller, more yellow bot waves their servos around, "Megatron came here and stole what off you?"

"I told you I'm not explaining anything to the likes of you." I grumbled, turning away and pacing around.

"Well, I'll start." The yellow bot offered, "I'm Bumblebee, were all Autobots and the bots that just came and stole this crystal thingy off you are Decepticons. They aren't our friends."

I hum, narrowing my optics. After Bumblebee introduced me to everyone, I grimaced and apologized to Grimlock for punching him. Then I went off explaining who and what I was. Though I could feel curious green optics trace my every movement.

"The Crystal of Unity is, long story short, a manipulation device. In the right hands it could bring together worlds on the brink of civil war. But in the wrong hands..." I sigh, "I'm afraid it is just a tool of mind control. The Crystal, no matter how strong or trained the mind is, will always be able to make the victim do whatever the wielder desires."

"So this can be used against any living being?" Prime spoke up,

"I'm afraid so. Now if you wouldn't mind, I'd like to be alone." I dip my head before turning around. The lights shining on the white panels annoyed my optics to no end, but I continued on.

Once I was alone, the other bot like me - Cheetor, I think - sat down next to me. I turned to him before I turned back to the horizon.

"Don't you think this world is beautiful?" He suddenly asked, his optics flicking around.

"I have seen a few planets that rival this one. But this dust ball has its moments..." I shrugged, glancing at him.

He nodded the turned to me, a look in his optics I refused to believe was there. "Just know, you did whatever you could to protect the Crystal. We will make sure Megatron does not use it against anyone."

I grimaced and gazed away, "Thanks. Just hope we get it before he figures out how to use it."

"If you ever need someone, I can get them for you." He smiled warmly, his servo patting mine softly and reassuringly. How can someone be so Optimistic? I wondered as he got up and left me to my devices once more.

I watched as he left. My white tail flicked from one side, to the other. I brushed my grey servos over the face of my maximal form. Dusting myself off.

At this time of day, it really did make my panels shine. I wonder if it did to Cheetors aswell?

(If you want me to continue i can but im so sick rn and i just want to get this out C:)

[minniethemoocherda]

Iridescent: Chapter 25

A/N: HAPPY TRANSFORMERS ONE RELEASE DAY!!! Xxxxxxx

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"-and then I smashed through the stain glass window, free falling from the highest room of the tallest tower, until, mid-air, I used my trusty grappling hook to swing myself safely to the ground!"

Bumblebee clapped as he finished his story. Jazz couldn't help it as his grin softened into smile. He used to tell Bee exaggerated (and often censored) tales of his spy adventures every night whilst the yellow bot was growing up. But Bumblebee had stopped requesting for them for years now.

However after his whole ordeal, Jazz's little mech wasn't in such a hurry to grow up as he had once been.

And whilst Jazz wished that the reasons behind that change had had never had to happen, he was more than happy to indulge the young bot. He pulled Bumblebee closer into a hug from where he was snuggled against him on the temporary hospital berth.

Bluestreak clapped too from the bed besides them. That cast must've silently been driving Sunstreaker crazy, as the first thing he did once it was off, was fix Bluestreak's paint job. Bluestreak was looking a lot healthier now because of it. Even if her hands were still a little shaky.

"Hey Jazz," She said, that bright smile of hers as earnest as always. "I just wanted to say thank you."

"Don't mention it! Rescuing people is part of my job description." Jazz said, assuming that she was thanking him for the rescue of her best freind. "Besides I should be the one thanking you for protecting Bumblebee." Jazz replied, noogying the top of said bots helm.

"You don't need to thank me for that either." Bluestreak told him, swatting Jazz's hand away to bravely come to Bumblebee's rescue. "But what I meant was, that I'm grateful that you gave Prowl a chance. I know he's been kinda pissed over the whole Silverstreak situation right now but even since you two became friends he's been the happiest I've ever seen him."

Speak of the devil, at that moment Prowl chose to appear in the doorway.

Prowl marched straight towards them. He gave Jazz and Bumblebee a sharp nod before turning his laser focus back on Bluestreak as always.

Prowl must've thought Bluestreak was looking better too as he no longer looked like he was about to single handedly take on the entire Deception at the sight of her burned body.

Not that Jazz was in any position to judge after his reaction to what Megatron did to Bumblebee.

In fact if Prowl wasn't aware of how of a hypocrite it would make him, Jazz was sure the tactician would've done exactly that.

"How are you feeling?" Prowl asked his younger sister.

"Better." Bluestreak replied in honesty.

"Good." Prowl nodded. "I must head back to Command for our morning meeting." He said with a deliberate look in Jazz's direction.

"Come on mech!" Jazz argued. "We still got fifteen minutes! Which is plenty of time for Uncle Jazz to fit in another story!"

Prowl opened his mouth, no doubt to argue something along the lines of not being early was basically the same as being late, when Bluestreak beat him too it.

"Please Prowl!" She begged, blinking up at him with her bright blue eyes. "I didn't get much sleep last night so a story would totally help with sending me right off into a nap!"

Prowl must have found hismelf unable to argue against her logic, or more likely her baby blue eyes, as a moment later he sighed.

"Very well. We can stay for one more." The head of tactics conceded.

Jazz turned to hide his smile. He wasn't sure if Prowl knew just how much Bluestreak knew she had him wrapped around her little finger. The girl could probably get away with murder.

Careful of her injured body, Prowl perched himself next to her on the bed. He reached out a hand before clenching his fist, snatching it back. Bluestreak enclosed her own fist around it, leaning against his body. Prowl froze, as though afraid that even letting out a vent could hurt her. and Bluestreak and Jazz could no longer hide his smile. Prowl may refer to himself Bluestreak's older brother, but in reality, he was much more like her creator. Once this shit-show of a war was over, if Prowl ever wanted to have kids of his own, then he would make a wonderful parent. Hell, he already was.

And since Ratchet wasn't conscious to tell them no, Jazz pushed the two berths together. It was still a but of a snug squeeze to fit all four of them on the joined beds but no-one seemed to mind.

"Hey did I ever tell you two about the time I saved Prowl from Skywarp?" Jazz asked once everyone was comfortable.

The kids shook their heads.

"If you are referring to the time that Skywarp dropped me then it would have been unlikely for that fall to kill me." Prowl said, crossing his arms. "Besides I recall having to save you twice."

"Well feel free to jump in to correct me at any point." Jazz said with a sarcastic lilt.

"I shall." Prowl replied matching his sarcasm right back as Jazz started spinning the story.

With the kids snuggled between him and Prowl, Jazz could almost convince himself that they were a little family. Even though he knew that in reality, family was something Primus would never allow him to have.

[bloodmoon-bites]

A twisted embrace |:| TFP Megatron x reader|:|

Warnings: Hints towards sex work and homelessness other then that i think that's it Word count: 2.2k

Megatron stood there, looking out the massive window that sat in the warship’s command center. It had been so long, and he was blissfully unaware of what was happening on the landing strip of the ship, unaware of who had returned after all of these years. That was until he heard a voice come through his commlink, Starscream.

“Lord megatron!” The mech said through the commlink, “im heading towards the bridge, we have a… visitor” Starscream said to megatron, as he began leading the visitor into the warship when Starscream heard megatron finally reply, “Who is this… visitor?” megatron replied, a tone mixed with his usual venom for the 2nd in command and a bit of curiosity, his optics went wide when he heard Starscream’s response, a single one-word response that sent so many emotions through Megatron's whole body, ‘Y/N’ and with that, he immediately sent everyone out of the room, and standing there alone he waited.                                                                 Your pov

You walked behind Starscream, back straightened as your optics met with the optics of many confused Vehicons, many of them stopping in their tracks to stare at you, others stopping and bowing. You had practically started the whole deception movement with megatron, the two of you meeting in the gladiator ring, and when he saw you hold your own you immediately gained his respect, the pair of you growing close as you spoke of the corruption that the caste system held, talking about how the council needed to be overthrown, how the system needed to be changed for the better of Cybertron. You had been there for him when he started his campaign, standing beside him through every speech, even making some of your own, while he had appealed to the miners, the physical laborers, mostly mechs, you appealed to the femmes, pulling them from the streets from the clubs, telling them of your’s and Megatron's plan. By the time you two had gained a massive following he had moved to try and appeal to the council to become a prime, he preached how the caste system was breaking Cybertron, and how its citizens were suffering. They had thrown him out, denied him, all because of some archivist who thought peace would work. The two of you had founded the Decepticon movement and you two were going to see it through. But your time had been cut short when everyone thought you had been killed. In reality, you had been captured by a wreaker crew and they faked your death, borderline torturing you for information, and when you didn't give it up they knocked you into stasis, making you miss half the war and ultimately missing the destruction of Cybertron. Until one day you woke up, your stasis chamber had lost power and you woke up, alone on a dead, abandoned planet you once called your home. You flew around the entire planet looking for any sign of life, and when you found none, even both Kaon and Iacon were abandoned, you proceeded to planet hop, going from planet to planet, chasing down every last lead on where the Decepticons had gone to, and finally you found them, on a small planet known as earth. You quickly grabbed as much energon as you could and took off for Earth, praying you weren’t too late, that you hadn't lost, and that megatron was still there. 

Now here you stood, walking behind his new 2nd in command towards the bridge on primus you’d be lying if you said you weren't nervous, being out of the game for so long had a toll on a person, especially if that person had been alone for so many years. The closer you got the more nervous you felt until you reached the door and somehow, some way all the fear was gone, you were nothing more than content. As you sighed the door clicked open, the door sliding away to reveal an empty bridge and… him, back turned head perking up slightly at the sound. Then you heard him speak, “Y/n…” he said quietly as he slowly turned around, and you began walking ahead, optics never leaving his form as you approached him, taking small steps towards the mech you had once called your friend, the mech you had grown so close to all those sleepless, painful nights in the pits. Once you reached him he was fully facing you, him looking down slightly as you looked up at him, the height difference was there but not by much. The pair of you stood in silence for so long, just looking into each other's optics, trying to understand if this was real or just a trick being played on them by their minds. He slowly moved a hand up to your shoulder, laying it down on it a small smirk fell on his lips. He could touch you, feel you, and he knew… he knew you were real, that you were here. “Y/n, it’s been too long… we thought you had died,” he said lowly, voice quiet, nothing close to the booming voice he normally held when regarding his troops, his hand never left your shoulder throughout the entire conversation, almost as if he feared that if he stopped touching you, you’d disappear.

“Yes… I was made well aware of that when I awoke alone on Cybertron. I had been taken captive by a wreaker team, they tried to pull information out of me but when they were unsuccessful they put me in stasis, I just woke up a few years ago… I've been looking for our team ever since” You took a pause before looking down, “and truth be told part of me had feared we lost, I was unable to find any Decepticons for a long time before I finally ran into the DJD a few months back on Medarin, they told me where to find you” she finished as she looked up at him, placing your hand on top of his as you shook your head, brows furrowing, “what happened when I woke up… cybertron… its gone…” you said you had been so confused, how had the war gotten that bad? After he had explained to you what the Autobots had done, how they had fought the Decepticons to the point of killing their planet you were pissed. You just stood there, blank-faced, pissed off, and physically unable to form a single word out of how shocked you were by everything he had just told you, you had hated Cybertron for how it treated you, but you missed your home, and knowing you’d never be able to return, all because of Optimus and his Autobots you were enraged. As you slowly began to calm down megatron put a hand on you and told you he’d show you around. And he did, he showed you what rooms were what, where you would be staying, and where his room was should you need him, even going as far as programming a 2nd room code in his door just for you in case you had to get in.

You quickly began to grow reaccustomed to the fighting, the day-to-day fighting, only this time it was between you and a small band of remaining Autobots, fighting mostly over resources to survive. At first, megatron had you overseeing mining operations to get you back into the swing of things but the first time the bots broke into a mine you were over seeing they were so confused as to how you were there, even Optimus had no clue how you had gotten to earth, but then again he didn't have much time to think before he was met with a well-deserved punch to the face. After that megatron let you out more and more, you were finally back to being able to do things again, and it wasn't long before Starscream betrayed him and he was run out of the Decepticons and you were placed back in the spot of second in command. You were constantly seen around Megatron, almost attached to his hip, the pair of you cooking up strategies, talking over what to do with a mine, the both of you were growing close again, and a familiar warmth grew in your spark for the mech again. Once again though for the sake of the war, you pushed it aside, feeling that the cause was more important than your happiness. While this went on for a while the feeling grew more and more overwhelming as the two of you grew closer. You sat there in his room, holding a glass of high grade in your hand, sipping the glass little by little as you waited for megatron to return to his seat beside you. You swirled the liquid in the glass, watching the way it made a mini whirlpool, when you heard pedesteps you turned around to see megatron returning, walking towards you with a small smile on his face. The both of you had been talking a reminiscing on the past, the few good times you two had when you were younger, before the war. When he sat back down he handed you a datapad and then you remembered why he had left in the first place, he had gone to grab some of his old poetry. You smile as you sat your glass down and unlock the datapad, looking over a few of his poems before placing the datapad on your lap and lookingg up to him with a soft smile before sighing and speaking up, “Megatron I need to talk to you…” you said before taking your glass and quickly downing the half of it that was left. The mech looked at you confused, his smile gone replaced with a look of confusion, “oh?” he said as he sat up a little straighter, his eyes narrowed slightly as you spoke up again, “I just need you to hear me out okay? Just let me speak before you say anything.” you said as you turned yourself around in the chair looking forward, before turning your head around to look back at him, “We’ve known each other for a long time right?” He nodded, “Well, I know we’re good friends for so many countless years, but for so long… so so long… I’ve…” You went quiet, trying to find the right words, you didn't want to mess this up, “I’ve fallen for you Megs… I am so in love with you, I can even begin to describe it, and i’ve tried to keep it under wraps, to push the feelings away because we have a war to fight, but I can't keep lying to myself, I needed to at least tell you, rather you feel the same or don't… I needed to get it off my chest.” you whispered the last part softly as you looked away from him again, staring at the floor.

He sat there, silent, and unmoving, for once he didn't know what to say or do but stare at you, his optics widened and his lips parted as if he was trying to say something but nothing came out. Finally he got ahold of himself and he put his hand under your chin, slowly tilting your head to face him

He pulled you towards him and he took your lips into his, kissing you with a fire and passion like no other. Placing a hand on the back of your head he led you through the kiss while his other hand moved to rest on your waist, and after a few minutes, he slowly pulled away.                                             3rd person pov As megatron pulled away from her they par sat there, with their eyes closed and foreheads pressed together. Megatron opened his optics first, looking over her face with a smirk, he had felt the same about her for a long time, he had been so torn when he thought she died, he had locked himself away, letting Soundwave take momentary control over the Decepticons, he had let himself go. Now here she was, they had shared a kiss, she told him she loved him… He wasn't about to let her go again. He watched as she slowly opened her optics, and as they sat there staring at each other with smiles on their faces. Y/N leaned forward, pressing their lips together, sharing a soft passionate kiss, nothing but love flowing between them as she leaned into him, her body perfectly fitting in his grasp. After a few more kisses the pair pulled away from one another, looking into each other’s eyes their silent conversation spoke more words to the other than any they had said before. Megatron’s hand moved, resting on her cheek, he ran his thumb over her bottom lip as he gazed into her optics. Megatron slowly stood up and led her to his bed. He laid her down on the bed, placing a soft kiss to her forehead as he leaned in and laid beside her, pulling her into his arms he smiled as he tucked her head under his, the war still raged on but even within this twisted embrace, there remains a flicker of hope – a whisper of salvation that their bond might offer something more than just survival.

[theoceanoasis]

Soundwave follow hot rod

When Megatron started talking about splitting Cybertron in half. He felt his spark drop when he realized Soundwave would never choose him.

He watched as Megatron forced the two sides to separate. Autobots on one side and Decepticons on the other.

He looked at Soundwave who was standing on the other side. The two made optic contact and he gave him a shocked look when he walked over.

It suddenly went quiet with everyone staring in surprise. Megatron looked over confused wondering what was happening when he saw Soundwave join him.

"Soundwave what are you doing?"

Looking at Megatron Soundwave took his hand.

"I choose Hot Rod."

"What?"

Megatron looked shocked and confused. Wondering why his most loyal soldier is betraying him.

"We want peace. We don't want Cybertron split in half. You are not the leader we want."

"Are you challenging me?"

"Yes."

"Soundwave."

He squeezed his hand giving him a look.

"Don't worry about me. It's time this war ends."

Megatron glared taking a step forward.

"Come on and fight me. See if you can beat the best gladiator in Kaon."

Soundwave stepped forward and everyone gave them space as the two fought. He watched nervously, wincing every time Soundwave was hit. Around him people cheered just like in the old days when they were fighting in the arena. Megatron seemed to enjoy that because he'd occasionally strut around.

Megatron underestimated Soundwave. Thinking he was still that same gladiator he beat all those years ago and Soundwave used that to his advantage.

Everyone watched in shock as Soundwave defeated Megatron. The Decepticons cheered so loudly it was a deafening roar, as they shouted Soundwave's name.

The Decepticon stumbled and he rushed forward grabbing him before he could fall. Soundwave looked down at him and wrapped an arm around his waist.

"I choose you."

"What?"

Before he could ask what he meant Soundwave fell unconscious.

When he awoke Hot Rod was nervously waiting for him while holding his hand.

"How do you feel?"

"Sore."

He looked at Hot Rod who seemed relieved he was okay.

"Did I win?"

"Yes."

He watched the Autobot shift looking distracted.

"What's on your mind?"

"Nothing."

He tried to dismiss.

"Hot Rod."

"You said something to me before you passed out. You said that you choose me."

He froze trying to figure out what to say.

"It just means that I want to lead Cybertron by your side and that I was done fighting. I didn't want to split Cybertron in half and leave you."

Hot Rod had tears in his optics which he tried to brush away.

"Hot Rod?"

"Sorry. I was just worried about you."

"I'm okay."

He pulled Hot Rod closer.

"The war is over as far as I'm concerned."

Hot Rod blushed looking nervous.

"Does that mean you'll do what you promised."

He nodded pulling Hot Rod close so he could kiss him. The two made out until Ratchet came back and forced them to stop. Even then they didn't go far. Both of them looking at each other excited to see what the future had in store for them.

[moonlight-tmd]

Idk if u do one shots, but could u do one for when Blitz met Brasshorn for the first time. I’m curious about how they acted before everything happened.

Another day at the forge.

Yellow sun-star hung low on the dark, green sky- the atmosphere on Sirras was different from Cybertron- the weird organic life that thrived just outside the colony's walls was both incredible and terrifying. But that's not what made life on the little planet not far from New Kaon exciting.

Another titanium rod in the smelter.

Few vorns ago, this land was nearly empty. That was until the great and well-respected Warlord known as Megatron decided it would be a great place to build an asylum for those running from the war. Few came from his order and built the metal buildings that littered nearly half of the planet.

In the many refugees, there was a little gold-colored Sparkling. He and the Engineer that took him in were responsible for forging attachments for further building of the colony. The old Decepticon, seeing the passion for crafting in the little one, taught him everything he knew about the art of smithing and work with electronics. As he grew up, he started doing more around the workshop- people asked about him when he wasn't at the forge that cycle, the friendly mannerism and witty yet stern attitude was enough for other settlers to take a liking to him. The golden bot was admired for his talent and craftsmanship, few even claimed that he was a new legend in the making.

But to him, it mattered little. The ability to follow his dream and do what he loved was enough.

"Alright, should be good..." Brasshorn muttered to himself, the rod was burning red hot. He took it out a placed it on the anvil, with the heavy hammer he started shaping it.

He was a very young adult, yet his skills were unmatchable to even the oldest of master engineers. When his mentor passed, he inherited the workshop. He knew every little nook in the building- it stood on the far end of the colony, the workshop and smithing station attached to the closed-off quarters, few heavy-duty safes- or rather sheds, lined up by the building for housing tools, weapons and various resources.

Many people traveled far to commission him to make them something- the Warlord himself was a frequent customer, he supplied the workshop with all that was needed in exchange for high-quality weapons. He paid good sums of credits for every order finished.

Brasshorn was in the middle of taking other materials to finish the mining tools for the local energon mine when he heard the doors to his workshop open. "One nanoklik!" he called out and picked himself up and carried the materials out of the shed.

"Anythin' I can help ya with?" Brass said as he carried the mountain of materials in his servos, the sheer amount was enough to almost block his vision completely.

"Do jou know vhere I can find zhe one zhey call "Zhe Architect"?" The mech spoke in an outlandish accent, Brass had met quite few of Cybertronians with accents, thick or light- but he's never heard one that sounded like this.

"Well, you've come to the right place-" the metals clanked as they hit the table, "-cuz you're speaking with him right now!" Brass looked up from where he dropped the materials, only now seeing the mech that entered the workshop.

It was a war-build seeker, purple and dark blue plating contrasted with pitch black of his finish. Dark grey faceplate complemented with striking red optics and a half-visor on left optic. The Decepticon insignia glinted with the light from the forge nearby. His stoic expression added to the mysterious feel his frame held.

His optics widened at Brasshorn's statement, a little smile appearing on the mech's derma. " Oh- my apologies zhen."

"Nah, no need." The golden mech dimissed, he came closer and leaned on the workbench. "So- what brings you to the far end of galaxy?"

"I have heard about jour skills, zhey say jour works are unmatchable so..." The mech reached to his subspace attachment and pulled out a datapad, "I zhought if anyone vill be able to pull zhis off, it vill be jou." The mech explained as he typed something on the datapad and offered it to Brass.

The engineer took it and looked closely, "Hmmmm, and what's this gadget supposed to be?" The datapad showed a schematic of a weapon, poorly drawn and with few descriptions- he assumed the mech wanted him to finish it. "Dual-element cannons, a veapon able to svitch between low and high temerapture ammunition- like fire and ice!" The mech spoke with excitement, a sudden change from the distant and calm demeanor from few kliks ago.

"Interesting... I haven't worked on anything like that before, but I like a challange." He said as he set the datapad next to him. "Heads up tho, if you have a deadline ya can throw it out the window. It ain't something I can do on short-term."

"Zhere is none, don't vorry." The calm but satisfied tone returning before the seeker smiled widely and his wings fluttered a little. "Zhis is gonna be so exciting! Zhank jou, sir."

Brasshorn chuckled, the seeker was really something different- none of his customers were this expressive nor excited. It was clear he wasn't an ordinary mech.

"No need to be so formal." Brass said before exdending his servo to the mech with a warm smile. "Name's Brasshorn."

The mech glanced at it then back at his faceplate before taking his servo and shaking it. "Blitzving."

And so, a new order was added to the list. Little did he know it was the start of something amazing.

I hope you liked it! I always thought Pre-TC Blitz would be a seeker so here you have it. He's very expressive and doesn't have the beige yet- that color comes in with his tank alt and replaces the blue.

[lifetimeshipper]

Life's New Adventures and Secrets

Chapter 22

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Optimus looked at the night sky as he thought about the movie night they had the other night. He had seen a lot of similarities between Mufasa and Scar with himself and Megatron. With a sigh, he was glad that they were able to see past their differences.

Megatron walked up to him, "What are you thinking about, Optimus?"

"Nothing much, just us. We have come a long way since the day we first met."

"Yes, we have."

"The movies were good," Optimus said as he inched a little closer to the slightly larger mech.

"Yes, they were. I even liked the Romeo and Juliet one even though I couldn't understand anything they were saying."

"I agree, it was difficult understanding them, but some of their words made sense. And watching their actions helped as well. I don't think I would be able to live my life for long if I lost someone I loved."

"Me neither," Megatron says as he wraps his arms around him, hugging him from behind, "I'm so happy you're back among the living, you have no idea how much I missed you."

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Razorclaw sighed as he tried to get comfortable, his lower region was tingling. He let out an annoyed growl as Soundwave walked in to check on him. "Are you alright?" Soundwave asked with concern.

"I'm fine." His tail twitched as he lied.

Soundwave moved closer to him, "Are you sure?" Razorclaw's stomach felt like it was doing flips as he folded his ears in shame, unable to look at the silent mech. "Would you like some help?"

He shook his helm, "I don't want to taint you." He curled his legs up to his chest.

"Taint me with what?"

Razorclaw felt disgusting, his brother was right. Closing his red optics he hid his face in his knees, "My port," he mumbled quietly.

"How would your port taint me?"

"It's not right, a mech shouldn't have a port," he muttered as he held his helm. Memories were starting to surface, memories that he wanted to forget but they would always repeat whenever he would pleasure his port instead of his cable.

"Why do you think that?"

"It's what Saborfang told me. I'm a disappointment, and disgusting."

"You're not the only mech with a port, there are others who have a port as well. It's natural since femmes are very rare."

"Really?"

"Yes."

Razorclaw pulled his helm away from his knees to look up at the mech in front of him, "Every time we took a femme by force, it was my fault. Because I would pleasure my port instead of my spike."

"I see..." Soundwave wasn't sure what else to say.

"I'm not even sure why I'm telling you this. But I couldn't stay quiet anymore." Soundwave just looks at him pitifully. "I hate this feeling but I can't help it if his words echo in my processor. I just want it to stop."

Soundwave hugged him, saying, "I know how to help that."

"How?"

"You'll see," he replies as he sticks his tentacles onto his helm and gets into his processor to help ease it.

"What are you doing?" He asked with wide and fearful optics.

"I'm easing your processor, it's one of my specialties."

Slowly he started to feel a little calmer, "Why are you doing this?"

"Because I don't like seeing one I care about suffer."

"How can you care about me when we just met?"

"Not sure, just do."

"May I borrow your shoulder for a while?" He choked softly.

Soundwave nods, "There's more but we would have to be sparkmates for that."

Razorclaw rested his helm on Soundwave's shoulder, "What do you mean there's more?"

"Just that there's more to my ability to ease your pain and suffering but we would have to be sparkmates."

"I don't think I'm ready for that yet. I like this. Thank you, for helping me."

"I know you're not, I was just saying."

"I understand," he replied quietly.

Soundwave just tightens his hug as he tries to comfort him. With hesitation, Razorclaw slowly wrapped his arms around Soundwave, he felt safe. Safe from his brother's hateful words, from the dysfunctional family. Feeling Soundwave trying to comfort him he couldn't help but smile.

"Starting to feel better?"

"Yes."

"Good."

He fell into a peaceful sleep for the first time since he had been with the Autobots. Soundwave just watched him sleep peacefully.

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Metalsound sat on the berth while Thunderhoof stood there trying to think of how to say what he wanted to say. After a moment of complete silence, he finally speaks up, "Listen, Metalsound, I've been thinking it over and I'm willing to forgive you for what you did. Just promise me you won't do something like that ever again."

Metalsound was so happy to hear that, "Thank you, Thunderhoof. I really am sorry and feel really bad for doing it. I promise I won't ever do it again. Are you going to sleep in the berth tonight?"

Thunderhoof nods before climbing into the berth to sleep next to her. Metalsound moves over to cuddle him but he stops her, "I'm not ready for all that yet. It's going to be a while before we can do anything intimate again because right now when I look at you all I can think of is you fragging that Wolf-Con. It's gonna take time to get that comfortable with you again."

"I understand..." Metalsound felt her spark breaking but she knows that it's gonna take time to build their relationship back up again. She lies down facing him while he turns onto his side with his back to her.

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The next morning, Metalsound sat beside the other femmes, basking in the sunlight, "Arcee, can I ask you a personal question?" She asked with hesitation.

"Sure, Metalsound."

"Have you ever had it up the aft?" She asked quickly and quietly.

Arcee looked at her in shock, "What? Um, yeah, Wheeljack and I have done that position before."

"Did you like it?"

"Yes, it feels really good to me. Why do you ask, Metalsound?" Arcee asked her.

"It's what Saborfang did to me," Metalsound replied quietly.

"He did? How did it feel?" Strongarm asked.

"It felt great, it was my first time having a spike in my aft and I really enjoyed it. I hope to try it out with Thunderhoof sometime."

"Did you really enjoy fragging them?" Arcee asked her quietly.

"Yeah, I did. I know I shouldn't have but it was just too pleasurable," Metalsound replied.

"Did you actually want to have sex with them?" Strongarm asked her.

"I think I did, there was just something about them that drew me to them, mainly Saborfang. But I don't ever want to do it again, I don't want to hurt Thunderhoof like that again."

"Guys give me back Stormchaser," Emberwing growled as she chased after the boys who were playing keep away with her toy.

"Come and get it!"

Emberwing transformed and pounced at the boys who took off in different directions. "Emberwing, be careful!" Metalsound called out.

"I will, Mommy!"

Emberwing ran off to find the boys, causing Metalsound to chuckle, "They're so innocent."

"Yes, they are," both Arcee and Strongarm agreed with her.

"I can't wait for this little one to be here," Windblade said as she rubbed her chest lovingly.

"How long now?"

"About six more months."

"Do you know what it is?"

"I want it to be a surprise, but Sideswipe thinks it's going to be a mech."

"What do you want it to be?"

"As long as the sparkling's healthy that's all that matters."

"Good thinking."

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Chapter 1

Next Chapter

[echo-circuit]

Orion couldn’t help but roll his eyes, though his lips twitched into a smile. “Well, it’s not every day a guy gets to babysit a washed-up pit fighter trying to find himself on a backwater planet.”

“Washed up?” Megatron’s laughter rumbled, low and rich. “Careful, Orion. I might just come back here to settle that score.”

“You’d better,” Orion said, his tone softening. His hands fell to his sides, fists clenching briefly before he relaxed. "You’ve still got more to prove."

The smile faded from Megatron’s face as he took a step closer, towering over Orion but never making him feel small. “You believed in me when no one else would. You saw more than just the gladiator, the fighter with bloodied fists and a hunger for something more. I won’t forget that.”

Orion shook his head, his gaze dropping to the floor for a moment before meeting Megatron’s burning red optics. "You’re more than what the pits made you, Megatron. You’re more than what Sentinel’s rule tried to destroy. You just have to keep fighting, but for the right reasons this time."

Megatron’s jaw tightened, his expression unreadable. Slowly, he knelt, bringing himself closer to Orion’s height. His massive servo rested on Orion’s head, the weight and warmth of it grounding.

“I’ll miss this,” Megatron said quietly, almost to himself. “You, your stubborn faith, your maddening ability to see hope where there shouldn’t be any… I’ll miss you.”

The words hit Orion harder than he expected. Without thinking, he stepped forward and wrapped his arms around Megatron’s chest armor, pulling him into a fierce embrace. Megatron froze for a moment, unaccustomed to such vulnerability, but then his servo came around Orion, holding him just as tightly.

“Take care of yourself out there,” Orion whispered, his voice breaking. “And don’t let anyone tell you who you’re supposed to be. You’ve already shown me who you are.”

Megatron closed his optics, the sound of Orion’s heartbeat so close grounding him in a way the roar of the pits never could. “I’ll come back,” he said, his voice firm but tinged with something softer. “When I’ve built something worth returning to… I’ll come back for you.”

As the engines roared louder, Orion reluctantly pulled away, his hands lingering on Megatron’s servos for just a moment longer before stepping back.

“Don’t keep me waiting,” he said with a weak smile, his blue eyes shimmering.

Megatron rose to his full height, the fighter’s mask slipping back into place as he turned toward the ramp. Without looking back, he boarded the shuttle, his silhouette disappearing into the blinding light of its interior.

Orion stood there long after the shuttle had vanished into the stars, his chest tight and his heart heavy.

D-16 met Orion and shockwave years ago when he first came to earth with quintessions as a miner turned pit fighting bot, Orion and shockwave freed megatron and helped him get off world. Megatron fell in love with Orion. And gets back to earth only to meet Optimus prime. The amalgamation of a bot made from the matrix, a frame or bot and Orion's left overs shockwave had been preserving. Megatron is pissed that this THING is pretending to be the human he loved who died.

Optimus prime after waking up: " oh boy I get to see all the people I care about again"

Shockwave who mutilated himself and destroyed everything in order to bring Orion back.

Megatron who doesn't believe it's Orion and hates the matrix for taking his human.

Optimus prime: *sad prime sounds*

I'm sorry 😐 it's been rattling around in my brain all morning.

For @keferon jazz Mecha pilot AU

[in1-nutshell]

THE DRAMA THAT THE REVEAL WOULD CAUSE

I need Ophelia to NEVER leave her armor the moment Megatron is on board and it throws everyone for a loop.  Like they were just getting used to Minimus Ambus coming out of the armor every now and then suddenly they have to start craning their neck to look up at Ophelia.  No one questions it, she’s small and practically grew up during the war, maybe this is just her way of feeling safe with the tyrant on board now.  

I need Ratchet and Chromdome to give each other increasingly awkward looks the longer it goes on. Megatron is totally unaware that the child he abandoned is staring him right in the face.

And I need someone to snap.  Someone who watched Ophelia grow up and saw how Megatron's abandonment affected her.  Maybe it's not about Ophelia to start with at all, maybe it's about war, the stress, the complete lack of justice he faced for his crimes and while they’re ranting they throw in the cherry on top that is Ophelia without thinking.

I need the realization, the awkward attempts at reconciliation, THE FUCKING ANSWERS

And I need the crew's reaction

Only certain crewmebers KNOW Ophelia's true story.

Others just know about the tiny minibot piloting a war machine and takes strolls around the ship every other day humming to human music.

Hope you enjoy!

Ophelia's identity reveal?

SFW, Platonic, Slight Angst, Familial, Cybertronian reader

MTMTE

With the arrival of Megatron, it brought certain changes in the ship.

One being the introduction to the status of ‘Co-captain’.

Ophelia had a feeling Rodimus was behind that change, or at least had an influence.

Another was how many bots started making graffiti and saying… certain things to the ex-warlord’s face.

All which he never said anything back.

Many of the lonelier bots soon started to group up, making it a bit difficult for Megatron to ‘make friends.

And many bots on the ship realized that Ophelia was staying in the suit for much longer.

Ophelia sitting with Perceptor at the bar. Perceptor: “How long have you been in there?” Ophelia: “What?” Perceptor: “The frame. Doesn’t it need maintenance soon? You usually have Ratchet take the su—” Ophelia quickly gives him a look at Megatron and shakes her helm. Thankfully he got the message. Ophelia coughs a bit. Ophelia: “Thankfully there hasn’t been any ‘big’ has happened yet, so we can keep maintenance off for a bit longer.” Perceptor: “As long as you get it maintained…” Ophelia: “I will Percy.” Perceptor sighs at the nickname as Ophelia giggled a bit.

Ophelia refused to leave her armor.

She got away with her name already.

Thank Primus, he never gave her an actual name.

But if he SAW her?

Sure, there was a change in her kibble and slight armor modification, but Megatron would definitely recognize her.

…right?

Still, not worth taking the risk…

She figured to take the suit off in private, but now with Ravage on board, it changed plans.

The minibot already heard around that Ravage found her smell to be familiar.

It scared her more than dealing with any six-changer head on.

What if he found out who she really was and told Megatron?

What would he do to her if he found out?

Many of the bots who knew her relation with Megatron often found themselves giving each other long stares whenever the ex-war lord came within 10 feet from her.

Sometimes even acting when she looked uncomfortable.

Chromedome is having a drink at Swerve’s with Rewind. Suddenly feels like someone is staring at him and looks around. Ratchet was looking at him and glancing behind him. Chromedome sees Ophelia… and Ravage. Ophelia notices Ravage coming closer to her side. She tenses up a bit trying to think of an excuse to leave. A servo suddenly pats her servo. Chromedome: “Hey ‘Lia, Rewind wants to ask you some questions.” He begins to pull her away from the bar and away from the felicon. Ophelia gently squeezes his servo. Ophelia: “Thanks Domey.” Chromedome squeezes back. Chromedome: “No problem kid.”

The small group was not prepared for a random drunk bot to be the cause of Ophelia’s near reveal.

It was another night at Swerve’s.

Several bots were at the bar.

Engex was being poured.

And drunken bots spoke their minds.

This random bot came up, stumbling, to Megatron and started cursing him out about starting the war, how it affected them and other bots around them.

Whirl saw this as a moment to throw a bot out (he had been itching to throw someone out for a few minutes).

But when the bot started going after Whirl things started heating up.

Random bot: “And what is it to ya Whirl!? You should just stay outta this.” Whirl: “The only reason you aren’t face down on the floor is because I choose not to indulge in bits of violence… for now. SO, unless you really want these claws, I suggest you get your sorry metal hide and beat it!” The random bot laughs. Random bot: “Please! You’re about as useless as Ophelia—” SLAP! Whirl stood over the bot angerly. Whirl: “Keep her name OUT OF YOUR MOUTH!” Random bot: “What? You don’t want to here how much of a wash up that little—” Megatron stands behind Whirl and looks down at the bot. Megatron: “I suggest you consider your next words carefully.” Random bot getting up: “So you can hit me? No blast me with your fusion cannon? Why defend someone you barely met?! Why?! Why stand up for a small bot who has nothing to do with you!” Megatron feels a familiar pang of guilt in his spark for some reason. The words sounded familiar… Megatron: “Ophelia is far from a little bot as you put it. And I guarantee you a bot worthy of her title on this ship.” Random bot: “You seriously don’t know?” Whirl’s optic shrinks. Random bot: “Your little friend is actually—” Whirl: “AAAAAARRRRRGGGGGGHHHHHHHH!!!!!!” WHAM! The bot was now getting beaten to a pulp. Later in the medbay… Ratchet was tending to Whirl’s injured claw. Magnus enters the medbay. Whirl: “Listen Magnus, I’ll cut to the chase. Yes, I beat the sorry sod into a pulp. No, I don’t regret it. And I would do it again.” Magnus looks at Ratchet. Ratchet: “The bot was going to tell Megatron about Ophelia’s… situation.” Magnus widens his optics a bit. Magnus: “I see…” He turns to Whirl. Magnus: “Report to my office when you are treated. I will give you the data pads you will need to distribute for the day.” Whirl looked at him confused. Whirl: “No brig time? Who are you and what have you done with Ultra Magnus.” Magnus: “You were protecting a vulnerable crewmate. While there were OTHER ways to deal with the situation… what you did helped Ophelia.” Magnus leaves the room. Whirl: “…I think that was a thank you.” Ratchet: “It was.”

Ophelia, while she was not happy that Whirl got hurt because of her, was also extremely thankful for the copter.

Deep down she was going to have to confront her father about... everything that had happened between them.

Rung was going to have a field day with that.

Whether it be on her terms or in a forced situation.

The best-case scenario, Megatron forgot he had a sparkling.

A scenario that flushed down the drain when she accidentally overheard Megatron mention Terminus.

Oh, Primus give her strength… this was not going to end well…

This is how Whirl punched the random bot before going in for the true beating.

[heliopauseentertainments]

One Last Polish

For MegOp Week 2021

Prompt Day 4: Retirement / Youth

Continuity: IDW2

Rating: Teen

Relationship: Megatron/Optimus Prime, Megatron/Orion Pax

Characters: Megatron, Optimus Prime, Orion Pax

Warnings: Implied combat & injuries (not on screen)

Summary: In which Orion helps Megatron after his final fight before joining the senate.

Crossposting: In a reblog.

Fic under cut.

The buffer was loud, making it difficult to hear what Megatron was saying. Orion switched the buffer off with a flick of his thumb, wax still clinging, smeared in milky white streaks, to his friend’s half-polished shoulder.

“I’m… afraid I didn’t catch that.”

“It was nothing, just… inane wistfulness about the past.” The gladiator—well, ex-gladiator now—waved his hand dismissively. “Old glories and other useless sentiments.”

Orion supposed it made sense. Tonight had been his friend’s final fight in the arena, a pastime that would have to be set aside so he could step into his new political career. One last hurrah before taking life in a brand new direction, leaving both this and his old day job of mining behind. The elections had gone well for the seat Megatron had stood for, the voters choosing him to represent their goals under Termagax’s Ascenticon banner. Orion wondered if his friend was aware of just how much he took after his mentor.

It wasn’t as though Orion didn’t understand the gravity of the situation. He himself has recently taken a high-ranking post, head archivist, after his own mentor had gone below to become part of Cybertron. While he had done similar work all of this life, it was still a big change. Though, perhaps his change was not quite as drastic as the one Megatron would be making tomorrow when he would enter the senate building for the first time and take his seat.

These scratches were stubborn, just like the mech wearing them.

“What do you think it’ll be like?” he asked, setting the buffer aside on the table in shabby apartment Megatron had lived in for so long. Orion’s apartment was slightly nicer but this one was cozier. It was also closer to the arena, which made post-match patch jobs easier. Not that it would matter tomorrow, when after the initial senate hearing Megatron would be assigned to new quarters down the street from his new workplace.

For most mechs, such as a last minute move would have been a hassle, but for all of Megatron’s presence, he hardly owned anything. A few datapads crammed with texts, a piece of quartz crystal found while hollowing out the moon… and nothing else. The furniture was standard and had come with the place when it was assigned to him.

The buffer and wax belonged to Orion. He’d brought them along in his subspace just for the occasion. He wanted Megatron to enter his new role with his best foot forward, to help offset his gruff bluntness.

The stark emptiness of a place supposedly lived in spoke of how rarely Megatron was actually home. Maybe the new position would grant his friend some leisure time…. It was strange though, to think of how they wouldn’t be here like this anymore. Without fights, the ritual had no purpose. Orion buffing out scratches and wiping away spilled oil and fuel? Megatron sitting smug, proud how he had even gotten covered in mess in the first place, a real sportsmech?

None of that would happen anymore. This was it. No more of that easy intimacy. No more occasionally having that buffer turned on himself in vengeance for tormenting a ticklish patch of armor. No more “accidental” brushing up against each other that could be explained away. Their excuse of friendly maintenance would be gone.

The last time.

Orion absently patted the smeared wax on the shoulder in front of him, fingers lingering on the warm, familiar, scarred plate. He knew almost every one of the marks, every one that had been too deep to fully remove. With a cringe, he realized the wax was everywhere, all over his hand. Ugh. He pulled that hand back and frowned at the palm from behind his mask.

“Obstinate old mechs, long set in their ways, arguing but not listening.”

Gouges from the evening’s fight marred his armored plating, an unfortunate reminder of just how much work remained to make Megatron presentable. A senator that looked like he had lost a brawl to a sandblaster was hardly going to make the right impression, no matter the tenacity behind his words.

Orion chuckled.

“That sounds like every time the Archive tries to secure more funding—“

“I will make them listen,” Megatron interrupted. The former fighter turned to face Orion, leaning in towards his long-time friend and companion as a determined smirk made its home on his face. Orion felt torn between reaching out to pat the side of his face and trying to buff the smirk out to get a rise out of the newly-minted senator.

Unfortunately, in his indecision, he did neither.

“They will simply have no choice.” The smirk stretched wider, hiding a plan that if asked about, the archivist knew from experience he would only be told that he would “find out in time.”

Orion sighed, wiping the wax from his hand onto a cloth before picking up the buffer again.

“Of course, but… you still look like you got lost in a sandstorm.”

“Fortunately, we have all night for you to change that, don’t we?”

Orion clicked the little tool back on again, the motor whirring to life with the threat of smooth, shiny plating.

[my-own-oracle]

Hello! can I get some head cannons for a human crew member leaving anonymous Valentines notes for some of the Crew of the Lost Light? I was thinking Swerve, Ultra Magnus, and Rodimus.

Sorry about the delay; I know you sent this when my box opened. i just got distracted today.

Swerve 🍺He was cleaning up the bar after a long day. He had been excited to see you come in. Even if you chose to sit in the back of the bar with Rewind and Chromedome, he worked his way to the table you sat at earlier. The striking blue and green stained glasses he used for your drinks were still sitting on the table. Under one of them sat a white envelope. The mini bot paused for a moment. Had you forgotten something? It was obviously yours; no one else aboard used the primitive- writing utensils of earth besides you. 🍺He looked closer, flipping the fragile container over; his designation was on the back, written in that fancy lettering he had seen you practice a few times. 🍺He fumbles to open it, curious as to what you would write to him. I mean your friends, couldn't you say whatever in person? As soon as he sees the deep red paper heart, he knows what it is. Valentine's day was coming up, the holiday of love and affection, if he counted the days right at least. 🍺Should he open it? It was addressed to him, so that meant it was for him, right? 🍺The poem was cheesy, but he loved it anyway. "Roses are red, and you are too. I didn't mean for it, but I fell for you. I can't tell you why it matters so. But you always make my day, I need you to know. It's a little thing, but important to me, May I ask you, my Valentine will you be? -Your Secret Admirer 🍺He is smiling and maybe laughing. But it's a good laugh. A: 'I can't believe she likes me, too' laugh, and a: 'I don't know what to do now,' laugh. 🍺Swerve debates on what to do as he finished cleaning the bar. In the end, he goes to your hab-unit and tells you he knows you left the note and musters up the courage to say thank you and give you a few compliments of his own.

Rodimus 🔥Rodimus had been required to be in a meeting with Megatron and Ultra Magnus all day. They talked about nothing he considered to be truly important: new rules that someone had suggested or something. Honestly, if they wanted him to pay attention or care, they would just give him the short version instead of expecting him to sit at a desk for hours. 🔥As soon as the forced imprisonment meeting was over, the excitable and lovable captain raced off into the heart of the ship. It was time to spread some excitement. 🔥He returned to his hab-unit only to find Drift standing outside of it. Purple datapad in servo and a pleased look in his optics. "No." Rodimus startles the sword carrying bot with the force of his statement. "I did not just survive a four-hour meeting on rules and new policies for you to bring me more paperwork." 🔥When Drift explains that the pad was left on the floor propped against his unit door, he realized it wasn't something he had to sign. He quickly read over the work, having to stop and look closer. Romance and love was not what I set out to find, Over time it came crashing down on me. Danger leaking around every corner, In your arms, I find my self safe. My heart wants me to tell you, my head disagrees. Unlike you, not strong, not brave. I don't know if I would measure up. Secrets can be so hard to keep. 🔥Rodimus.exe is rebooting. 🔥Drift laughs at the co-captains expression. Pausing only to voice a congratulation at acquiring a secret admirer. And asking what the fearless leader will be doing to discover their identity. The laugh mixed with the too enthusiastic smile clues the captain in that Drift knows who typed up the message. But no matter how much he asks, begs, or commands, Drift keeps his dermas sealed. 🔥Drastic times call for extreme measures. "This is your Captin speaking, to whoever left the letter addressed to the extremely pleased captain, you are required to meet him in his office within the hour. Thank you." 🔥Now the mystery person has no choice but to come forward.

Ultra Magnus 🗃️it was Magnus's favorite time of the day. When he finally hit the bottom of the inbox. He was close; only two more datapads left. The first was pretty standard. A run of the mill T-879 form that Rodimus had failed to sign a few cycles prior. He needed to catalog that it was signed, and it was good to go. 🗃️He filed away the form before grabbing the last datapad, the header giving him pause. He had no memory of a Sector V-214 Update. Sector V-214 Update My deepest apologies. I have withheld sharing the information on the V-214 sector for some time. I fear, once you know what is occurring in this sector, you would want nothing to do with me. I must tell you all is well, and there is no need to be alarmed. But within the last few days, I have learned many things. I have learned that no matter where one is in the galaxy, love can blossom. Nowhere is that more true than in Sector V-214. At first, I was intimidated by your stature and the rumors about you that floated through the crew. But now, after getting to know you and Growing close to you, I have found myself falling for you at a speed I can not fathom.  I am moved by your kindness, impressed by your strength, and enamored by the size of your heart. Love has contaminated the air in Sector V-214, and my heart wished for you to know. Know that these feelings occurring in Sector V-214 will not impede my work. I wish you a wonderful day. With Love [REDACTED]

🗃️Ultra Magnus reads the document a few more times. As a form, it is rather unhelpful, mostly because he has no idea what Sector V-214 is, yet he can not put it down reading it over and over again. He had received his first love letter. 🗃️ He is not a clueless bot; there are enough clues here for him to figure out who sent in the self-made form. But the fact they redacted their own name gave him pause. Were they ashamed of their love or just shy? He would have to do some thinking. 🗃️Over the next few days, the short form would bring a smile to his face. Whenever he happened to think of it or when he decided to give it another read. On the third day of reading it, he nearly dropped the pad. He had been so focused on the 'Sector V-214' and the potential mystery held within the title he had utterly glossed over the fact human vernacular was used in place of Cybertronian. 🗃️Combining human speech and the fact that the person had grown close to him as his only clues, the only person who could have sent this to him was you. He smiled in the safety of his office, a friendly, warm smile he know you would be sorry to have missed. 🗃️He pulls out a blank Datapad, “To the Correspondent of V-214:

[tiesthatbind-tf]

Question for Optimus and Megatron! Do you ever see yourselves reconciling in the future? At this point do you even want to?

The jagged edges of badly-healed scars and lines of age on the man’s face were thrown into clear relief by the soft blue glow of tablet in his hands as he studied the question proposed to him carefully. Unblinkingly.

It was two in the morning on a sleepless night amid a quiet week, and after a short prayer session and paperwork, an odd sense of melancholy had begun to creep in.

The rare moments of peace brought with them clarity to his thoughts that weren’t focused on missions, briefings and strategic discussions, and that clarity was, at times, a double-edged sword.

“Back when we used to meet each other at Maccadam’s every weekend, he would bring along this notebook filled with poetry and paragraphs of his thoughts about the state of the world. It wasn’t something he openly shared—miners wrote books yes, but mostly concerning their line of work,” Optimus finally spoke up after almost ten minutes of deliberating what he was going to say, and whether he should say it.

“On the day he left the Newham police station after being arrested for suspicion of inciting a riot, after he was brutalized by a rogue guard I had hired a few months ago... I found it.”

He had left the oak desk that was groaning under a stack of files, folders and documents that only increased as the days passed, long strides taking him to the bookshelf at the end of the room where the works of Thomas Aquinas were nestled carefully next to Imam Al-Bukhari’s. One book, much smaller than the rest, seemed out of place there however, and this was the one he pulled out.

“On the sidewalk.”

It was a woebegone-looking notebook, weathered by time with the edges of some pages crimped up by water damage, though it was clear that care had been taken to preserve it: The covers were wrapped in plastic, and not a single silverfish was to be seen scuttling away as Optimus opened it only to show the initials ‘M.T’ scribbled at the lower right corner of the first page.

“I thought he had dropped it and wanted to give it back to him. And with it, I wanted to apologize for everything—for not being there when it happened, for it happening in my station under my jurisdiction, for failing the promise I made to him twenty-eight years ago that I wanted to join law enforcement to protect everyone, not just those the system decided deserved protection—-but by the time I arrived at the mining community he worked at… they told me he’d been sent to Messatine.”

He closed the book before any demand for more of its contents could arise. They weren’t his to divulge.

“So I held on to this notebook for the better part of a decade. I memorized the words——some of them, I recited in front of the Senate the day I decided I was done being a part of their system. I hoped he would come home one day so I could return it to him in person. And he did!”

There was the ghost of a smile that crossed his features, which quickly shifted to a perplexed frown.

“But when I tried to give him back what was his, he told me to keep it or burn it—-he didn’t care for it any more. No point dwelling in the past, especially one he had grown beyond, was what he said. I took his words at face value back then… but when I think about it now? I wonder if it wasn’t him trying to bury what remained of the person he was before the Pits, before Messatine, before the night at my station. Before everything.”

The guilt was heavy in his tone as he sank down to the floor and leaned against the bookshelf; broad shoulders sagging under the weight of an invisible mantle and eyes glazed over in a thousand-yard stare for a moment.

“Do I want to reconcile our differences? Yes. More than anything. Because the boy I traded books with, the friend I shared a table with, and the man who wrote these words that opened my eyes ? I believe that man is still alive and that man is worth saving.”

He closed his own eyes for a moment and when they opened once more, the focus in his gaze seemed to have returned.

“Do I think it will happen? InsyaAllah, perhaps, but I would not stake the world on that reconciliation.”

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The temperature in the empty war room felt like it had dropped several degrees as the Decepticon leader glared at the seeming-innocuous question as though it had come for his neck personally. Adam’s apple bobbing in a rare show of uncertainty and trepidation, he closed his eyes, steepled his fingers and exhaled harshly.

“I don’t… hate the man, if that is where the trajectory of your question is heading. He was my best friend, one of the few I would have trusted with my life. More heart than sense, foolish and naive and stubborn, but kind. To a fault,” Megatron uttered after a few minutes, his lips a thin and terse line as he thought about the matter a little deeper.

Another spell of silence fell upon the hall as he stood up and muttered an annoyed ‘tch’ at the part of him that saw it fit to indulge the inquiry at all before picking out a book from the glass-cased shelf in the back of the room.

“That is not to say the urge doesn’t arise from time to time. But every time that voice whispers venom and spite whenever I hear his name? I remember this.”

It landed on his paperwork with a dull thump; a hard-cover edition of ‘Umar Ibn Al-Khattab: His life and times’ which was, from first glance, well-kept save some light tatters on the book jacket.

A closer look at the book jacket however would reveal several brown specks which resembled dried blood.

“Thirty-two years ago, the sheltered child of a professor and a journalist threw this book over the fence dividing redlined districts to a nobody who simply voiced a fascination for what he was reading. Without prompt. ‘It’s a gift’ he said. A gift for someone he had spoken to for all of ten minutes. A gift for a new friend.”

The warlord who was greying earlier than most sank back into his seat with his hands behind his head and stared at the ceiling overhead. 

“The nobody cherished it for approximately two days before the census team came by for an unannounced inspection, and lo behold they did find it, and the nobody was beaten within an inch of his life for the crime of possessing a book which wasn’t ‘approved’ for his class, and therefore could not belong to him.”

The scoffing disdain in his voice as he spoke of the abuse was replaced with a fierceness that would have made anyone listening take a step back, more so that his glare felt like it could burn right through the screen as he returned his attention to the person on the other end.

“But it did. Because it was a gift from a friend. And when that nobody became a rebel, and eventually a warlord who tore down the doors to the government’s archives for ‘Persons Of Interest’? He bled everybody in that basement like the stuck pigs  they were until he found that little box with his name written on it, found this inside it, and then burned everything else to the ground.”

That would explain the drying blood on the cover of the book that he was now holding up, at the very least.

“This, and the books that were to come which that kind and foolish boy would toss over the fence, was when I realized how broken the system truly was, that I had to rely on this subterfuge for want of a better education. This was when I realized I wanted more than to live and die in the mines as my barcode dictated.”

The mounting anger in his tone seemed to suddenly cut off he opened his mouth only to close it swiftly, and when his tongue could finally form words again, they were noticeably softer than before.

“This was also when I realized that perhaps, I wasn’t alone in my outrage, in my boyhood fantasies for a better world. No one told that meddling idiot to make my fight his as well, but at eight-years-old, he decided he was going to do something about it to help me because he wanted to. And it’s hard to hate that earnestness.”

He closed his eyes for a moment before standing up with his hands clasped behind him, features obscured as he faced the wall with shoulders squared.

“Reconciliations are not out of the question. Truth be told, I do desire it. Whatever my past as a gladiator might have impressed upon you, believe me, I don’t enjoy the prospects of senselessy killing Autobots I have fought alongside for many years, back when we worked side by side against our common enemy. Terrible waste of genuinely good if not exceedingly foolish people, I would think.”

A curt professionalism had crept in now as he turned around and stroked his beard thoughtfully at the notion.

“However the matter should only be discussed after our movement’s primary objective has been achieved, and not a moment before. And if he and his merry men keep being an obstacle in my path?”

He smirked coldly.

“I can’t promise that the consequences won’t be dire.”