#Megatron is upset about it but he’s not going to hurt you. yet.

[ask-the-command-post-war]

”do I have permission to court your son? I suppose I should’ve asked before I had us legally conjunxed but better late than never! And you’re not mad about the abuse of power, are you..?”

@tfa-elita-one

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“It is up to my alternate self if you are allowed to court for his hand, not mine.”

“He is not our sparkling? Nor is it our decision? But treat him well regardless, or you will hear from us. And I am not overly forgiving, especially not regarding abuse of power, or removing others autonomy from them.”

“Megatron wasn’t a revolutionary against the functionist caste system who had more than one or two issues with my predecessor for nothing.” Optimus gives an unsure grin, in an attempt to get the point across.

[tinydefector]

Marine Centre 3- merformers AU

Warnings: talking about mating, loss of babies. Arguments

Word count: 2.1k

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Here's some information on how the Pods kinda work in this fic. If you want more details on the pods let me know.

Here are the Five Pods that reside at the Yawk-yawk Marine Rehabilitation centre. Mind you, there are other pods, but they don't reside at the centre but will make appearances in this fic later on.

Pod 1 - Autobots

Optimus

Ratchet

Bumblebee

Jazz

Prowl

Beachcomber

Ironhide

Pod 2 - Decepticons

Megatron

Starscream

Thundercracker

Skywarp

Soundwave

Shockwave

Pod 3 - Young Autobots (off branch Pod/ Young of other members)

Rodimus

Sunstreaker

Sideswipe

Bluestreak

Smokescreen

Mirage

Pod 4 - mixed members

Windblade

Drift

Pharma

Chromedome

Rewind

Whirl

Arcee

Pod 5 - Combaticons

Swindle

Vortex

Onslaught

Brawl

Blast Off

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Little thrills and chirps come from the cove as a tiny blur of yellow and black zips through the water, Chasing the human who walks along the shore line. The little pup eagerly calls out with little noises trying to catch their attention. A chorus of soft crooning rises among the mingled pods at the greeting of the tiny pup.

"Hello Babybee!" The human calls out softly to the baby mer. many of the other oceanides kept looking out over the pup, but they were already aware that the human wouldn't hurt the little one.

The little mer thrills delightedly while trying to drag himself onto the sand closer to them. "No, no, no baby you can't come onto the sand." They call while trying to usher the little yellow and black pup back into the water.

A pout forms on the little one's face, tiny fins flapping in dismay. But just as swiftly Dancer is there in an instant, gracefully scooping the youth back into the safety of the pool.

It's only the deep rumble of Big Blue which makes Bee turn around quickly and call out loudly to his Sire. But he doesn't move. "You haven't been annoying your papa while he's been healing have you?" They inquire only for more little thrills and chirps to leave the pup. Big blue emerges then from the depths, red and cobalt scales gleaming serenely as ever in the midday light.

Bee pouts but subsides against his sire's side, tiny purrs and trills of disappointed longing leave the pup as he clings to the larger mer.

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Windblade is first to respond to the little pup, drifting nearer with grace. "Bumblebee, there you are! You know better than to crawl on the sand" she Coos softly to the stripped pup.

Starscream scoffs, though his fins lay flat in disinterest. But ever-playful Skywarp spins gleeful loops around Windblade and pup. "Aww, lookit the little bitlet! You're getting so big, your colours are looking bright" he hums while gently looking over the pup.

"Now now, little one, you know the rules. The beach side is for walking friends, not us, can't have you getting yourself beached." She soothes, calming his upset with the practised ease of a carrier well versed in youthful disobedience. "Aww let him have his fun, Blades! We were all curious pups once."

It's only the deep rumble of Optimus which makes them all go quiet. Bumblebee turns around quickly and calls out loudly to his Sire. But he doesn't move from Windblade’s hold. Optimus slowly takes his pup from her hold cradling the little one close.

"Bumblebee," he rumbles gently, "you know the rules, little one. No going on the sand, you are too young." Gently yet firmly he lifts the pup into loving arms, cerulean eyes glowing with warmth at his little one.

Bumblebee pouts but subsides against his sire's powerful arms, still emitting little Trills of disappointed longing. Optimus meets the caretaker's eyes, they both watch each other for a moment as he continues to cradle his pup.

A mournful stillness falls over the mingled pods as they watch Optimus with Bumblebee.

"last season was a difficult one. But I'm glad to see your little one out and about" Her field pulses faint sadness, she had lost her own too early, taking quickly to Bumblebee as many of the pod did.

“As am I, I'm forever grateful for all the humans have done for Bee, I doubt he would have survived without their help” he rumbles softly. Windblade continues to wiggle her claws at the little one who giggles and grabs them.

"We can't keep losing generation after generation like this. Something's thinning the gene pool and we're not breeding fast enough to replace what's lost." Ironhide calls out while swimming closer. “Hey pup” he hums, giving the little one a head rub.

Starscream hisses uneasily. "There are fewer pods venturing near each cycle. It's those land crawlers doing, mark my words they are the reason for it!” He huffs out.

"I'm aware of the drop in our numbers but as it is, the only help we have received with our young is from the humans, had I not taken Bee to them when I did we would have no surviving pups." His words give them pause. they all knew Optimus was right, Bumblebee was very sick and without the marine centre's help he would have perished.

Optimus to turn to Starscream. “How is Megatron?, I haven't seen him since out fight”

"Megatron's wounds mend, though slowly." Starscream's fins flick in agitation. "The stress is getting to him, he wonders why Primus forbids him his own spawn. But spared yours”

Skywarp chitters nervously. "It's never been this bad before, not for long cycles. Even Megatron knows something bigger's going on, making it hard for the little ones to survive.”

"Maybe the softskins are right and it's more than just bad luck or genes. Something's changing in the deep, and we're on the losing side regardless of the cause." Ironhide shoots back

But Windblade flashes her finned guardians a quelling look. " What matters now is caring for Bumblebee and hope that we are granted a change with the next season."

Windblade continues stroking the youth gently. "Bumblebee would not be here if not for the humans' care. It seems...our song may rely on theirs, if it is to have any hope of continuing in the seas."

Her words are met with uneasy hesitation never before have the Oceanides relied upon outsiders, but Optimus had. Drift speaks up as he Drift's beside Rodimus "Our numbers fall while theirs climb ever higher. If we do not accept assistance, soon there may be no pods left at all."

Starscream hisses uneasily. "Dolphins grow ever more bold and numerous, harassing us when we feed where once they gave a wide berth. The orcas too have tasted our energon and now we have to be wary of them."

Ratchet croons in concern. "The humpback and grey kin have fallen silent, their great pods have moved on. No allies remain in which we can seek refuge when predator numbers swell, our best option is to stay here till they return to these waters."

"The great sharks now prowl only the farthest blue edges, driven from their feeding grounds by the loud noise and flashing lights of human undersea vessels. We have no kin but our own, our safety is the shorelines unless we are in number but with a youngling we can not take to deep waters yet."

Bumblebee chirps again, wiggling in his sires' hold until he escapes, disappearing from Optimus' side and swimming back to the human on the sandy shore again. It earns a laugh from the human as they scoot forward a little. Gently brushing the little frills of his head. It makes Optimus' spark ache.

Starscream vents quietly. "Few among us have known the happiness of sparking and rearing young. I doubt the other pods are having the same issues as us, perhaps we need new mingling when they come to the sands again"

“ It could be an option, considering our five Pods seem to not be having the best of luck” Sunstreaker mutters softly.

“ I'd like to see Chromia again, Hopefully Elita’s pod returns ” Windblade murmurs to herself, she could only hope that Chromia had better luck with a pup. But she did miss her bonded.

“You know the landers don't seem to have much issues with offspring, maybe they'd be willing to help us out” Rodimus blurts out, he wasn't exactly paying full attention to what was being said.

Windblade's fins flare in startled protest. Turning towards the bright orange and Red Oceanide. "Mating with outsiders goes against the sacred bonds of pod and kin!"

"Mating season nears and our numbers dwindle," Rodimus insists. "I'm not saying we have to do anything, it was just a thought!." He huffs out but lounges back against the rocks, his eyes watching the human now playing with Bumblebee in the shallows. But it does make many of the others stop to think. Humans seemed to have much better luck with their young than the Pod. But even that there was no promise of young or if a coupling of that sort would be viable.

Skywarp speaks up next. "If it means pups, what does it matter who their carrier is?"

Ironhide rumbles grim concerns. "Involving outsiders in matters of our Pods could alter both species in ways none foresee."

The younger mers pulse with surging field and logic as Rodimus presses his point. Bluestreak begins voicing his opinion. "Look how the caretaker cares for Bumblebee. Is that so different from how one would care for our young? And see how the little one beams at their touch, as content as any podling among kin!"

"He's got a point - the softskins aren't so strange. And if it brings pups, what's to lose?" Vortex states while watching the other pods continue to argue over the subject.

"Frag the fleshies, if it means more bitlets! Who cares? if it saves our pods I'd say it's worth it” Onslaught remarks only for other mers to hiss at his crash words.

But steely Jazz croons, despite his love for their little caretaker and the other human's of the centre he didn't trust that other humans wouldn't use it to their advantage. "Breedin' another species ain't no simple thing, mech. what's to stop the softskins wantin' somethin' back we ain't willin' to give?"

“We mate freely when the tide flows, so why not them? On land or sea,” Swindle shrugs, it was true, some mers had multiple mades others single, but due to the times they had taken to mating with multiple in hopes for young.

Rodimus refuses to relent under Elders stinging reprimand. "Do you think I propose this out of boredom or mere lust?" he retorts hotly. "Since my own youth, our numbers have halved - and how many more fading cycles must pass before no pups remain at all?, this season we have one surviving, one Pup between Five pods"

"The landers recognize as we do that something ails us. If natural means no longer can restore our numbers, then must we not embrace other paths, however unorthodox, hey im all for if we find another way, but what happens when next season we have no pups"

Rodimus spins to pin each dissenting elder with a fiery piercing glare. "Or would you have us fade to nothing instead, condemning future generations to exist only in memory?" His impassioned defence strikes silence from many.

Optimus' gaze turns to watches with quiet intensity as the human and pup interact, observing how they handle the bitlet with such care.

Long has he guided his pod, but he too knew something was amiss. The broods he once bore long since ventured into the deeps few remained. Yet...if agreement could be found, built, why not try. “If by this season we have no young It will be something the human will know. They are intelligent. If they are willing to assist, we will gladly take their offer” Optimus rumbles, it's the end of discussion as he slowly moves away from the others towards his bitlet.

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"Yes, yes hello sweet baby, you know I'll get in trouble if I'm around you too much, vets said you need to be around your pod, can't have you getting too attached to me" they hum mainly to themself knowing full well the little pup didn't understand.

Bumblebee thrills piteously, tiny claws outstretched and straining toward them, flexing futilely. "No test today baby, you look so healthy now!" They chimed but sigh as the little one drags themself into their lap. Slowly scooting down the sand they sit in the water so Bee doesn't dry out too much. Their eyes watch the larger Oceanides talk amongst themselves. It almost sounds like a melody with the sweet sounds they made.

“Are the adults boring you baby?” They tease softly only for the little yellow and black pup to snuggle Into their side purring contently. “Gonna get me in big trouble with Quin Beebee.

It's a long while before the older mers finish what seemed like an intense conversation.

Gracefully Big blue nudges nearer, slowly beaching himself close to them, trying his best not to startle either of them. gently but firmly he lifts the pup away, cerulean eye meeting their own with gratitude beyond words. They smile and laugh softly as it earns a grumble from the little one who didn't want to be disturbed.

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[simpingforbots]

What if a human shows up in transformers one

Part 3 possibly????

Like, with sentil prime, how orian paks will act with them after being optimus prime, and how D-16 would after becoming megatron.

hold on to your heats as it will be a long ride!

What if a human showed up in transformers one.

part 3.1

Sentinel Prime

Sentinel would of course bring his little pet to the Iacon 5000. the lights flashed the little human blind and you had to hold on tight as he swooned down to his cheering "people", basking in glory. He started the race and was proud of him self and seeing how much attention he gets from your little presents. He put on his winning smile and showed his affection towards you, getting even more attention. You of course knew to behave and not make an scene or you will be punished. Though soon the spotlight was taken by two miners. He was quite upset but seeing the reaction it got, decided to let it run and see how it ends. It was quite dramatic with how this two bot supported each other, though in the end they still ended up in med-bay. He decided to visit them and after talking with them retuned to his castle. And only then he noticed that you were surprisingly quite. turning around, expecting to see you running behind, he saw nothing. he looked up at arachnid who turned aorund and shrugged. He was quite upset but also surprised that YOU managed to escape Arachnids site. Must've ran away in med bay. not wanting to much of attention to this "mess", he ordered Darkwing to find them. though he had no need as soon you were brought back along with D-16 and High Guard. He laugh out loud. You saw someone act out of line and decided to take your chance and run? And after how he pampered you, fed and kept you safe? He did not held back in front of prisoners, squeezing your body till your bones started cracking loudly and your screams becoming whizzes. he kept on going until he heard a loud pop and you simply slumped over. so he tossed you aside like a broken toy.

Optimus Prime

Orion did not had any intention on dragging you in to race, you just clung on to him so he had to improvise, keeping you safe while helping D-16 through the race, managing to let you slip in to one of the vents and in to safety, away from dangerous chase. by the end of it he was happy to see you alright, holding his hand down to let you climb and inspect him and D-16 with your little hands, which clamed D-16 a bit and helped Orion to not get any more earful. after small check up you climbed own and just waited as Ratchet knew about you very well, along with other medical stuff and they all agreed to not harm you. Same, how ever, could not be said about Arachnid. Orion had to grab you and hold to his chest before she could even hurt you. So seeing this you were deemed as no threat and Sentinel walked in. let's say he did not expected to meet a new type of fan today. He even ALLOWED you to climb on his hand. Though he had to leave and "gently" tossed you back to Orion with empty promises of better life. you were kind of forced to joing D-16 and Orion as they were tossed in to one of the lowest levels and met B-127. his first impression scared the shit out of you and you screamed, clinging on to Orion while he was scared too. Though after confusion was cleared you allowed yellow bot to pet your head. after beheading "Steve" and finding map you were told it will be best if you stayed back and waited for their return. So you did, hiding in miners room, time to time getting pets and some food from other miners, trying your best to avoid Darkwing, patiently waiting for Orion and D-16 safely return.

Once you herd that some bots were brought from surface, you snuck out and witnessed train hitting the tower and D-16 shooting Pax by accident. You cried out as he dropped Pax and then dealt with Prime, claiming a new name. You had to hide as more destruction happened, hiding until it was all calm, yet still refusing to get out from below the piles of rubble, whimpering and crying out to Pax, knowing that he was dead. So when rubble begun lifting from your hiding spot, you cried harder, though a familiar touch and word reassured you. You opened your eyes and dug your little hands in to his chest, knowing well who was holding you. Yes, changed, new name, but still it was Pax. and you knew he will keep you safe. even if he had new, more important and grilling work, he still kept you safe and time to time would just have some time to relax and spend it with you, Elita and Bee. Though you missed D-16.

Part 1

Part 2

[emotionallyattachednerd]

Disobedience ❙ TP Optimus Prime x f!human reader ❙ NSFW 18+

Word count: 2000+

Warnings: Smut ( toucing and grinding ) mentions of nudity, Optimus giving reader some punishment but hardly, little angst with happy ending and robot on human. NSFW 18+.

Notes: Thanks for sending in your request @musicalmedli. I haven't really done much with Optimus before so this was a great experiance. Sorry for the wait been a busy week. I don't know why I get carried away with these and end up being 2k+ I just can't help myself. Hope you enjoy. 🥰

Tips☕

"Y/N!"

You jump hearing Optimus yell your name. He is not happy with you at all. Over again you would cause mischief, getting yourself into trouble before being rescued by Optimus himself, for months this went on.

However, it's different today. You could've got really hurt, yet you still ran through that ground bridge and right into a battle between him and Megatron.

On some stroke of luck you were saved, again, but Optimus is now having some alone time with you, words, putting his foot down finally.

None of the others dared to say anything and instead gave Optimus and you time alone he requested. He really wasn't happy, a side you or anyone never saw.

"Would you care to explain yourself? Why would you disobey me yet again? Are you truly trying to put yourself in danger? Do you realise just how bad things might've gone today?" Optimus asks question after question, explaining answers for all of them.

"I...I'm sorry, I just wanted to see you in battle." You gave an innocent shrug. "I'm fine though. No harm done, thanks to you." You send him a weak smile, but he is in no smiling mood.

"No more." He firmly orders. "If you disobey again you won't be welcomed into the base." Hearing this makes your heart sink.

"You'll kick me out? But...No, that's not fair! I'm an adult not a child! Miko is always disobeying and she never gets punished. Why me? What makes me so different?!" You raise your voice feeling upset now.

For months you have been trying to get his attention, to pick up the signals, but nothing was working. Not following his orders is your way to get his attention and you think it was working, until now that is.

"Because you're different! If anything were to happen to you..." He goes quiet much to your surprise.

"What?" You question, seeking what he's thinking.

"I wouldn't forgive myself if you got hurt." He admits to you, making both your stomach and heart flip.

"But I didn't-"

"You can't control what happens." He cuts in. "You put yourself in situations and I'm forced to put my focus on you, putting both you and myself in danger. Megatron now knows you're my weakness and he'll use that. It's not safe for you anymore."

Honestly, you hadn't really thought about that.

"I'm-"

"Agent Fowler will need to move your family somewhere else and under protection now, because of your actions, you put you, your family, and myself in danger."

Your eyes swell with tears, threatening to leak out as your emotions boil. You truly didn't think that far ahead.

"I'm sorry. I just..." Your breath hitches as you struggle to find the words.

"Just what? Talk to me. What's going on with you?" Optimus' tone changes, and he sounds concerned for you.

"I just wanted you to notice me." Finally, you mutter through a whisper, but Optimus hears it.

"Notice you? I always notice you, Y/N." He responds, but you simply shake your head.

"No, you don't!" You snap, not truly meaning it, but there is no taking it back. "Not the way I want you to notice me."

"I don't understand..." Optimus says slowly before you cut in.

"Of course you don't. It doesn't matter..." You turn away then.

"No, it does matter. I don't understand why you didn't tell me this sooner." Hearing this makes you perk your head up towards him.

"I wasn't sure how to tell you." You continue to struggle with your words, tears streaming down your cheeks.

"Please, speak to me. Tell me what?" Optimus is closer now, kneeling to your level. He really is going to force it out of you.

"Tell you how I feel about you." You manage to barely squeak out.

Optimus stares at you, optics softening with care before letting out a long sigh.

"Y/N, are you saying you have intimate feelings towards me?" He wants to clarify.

This is it probably, you'll leave and never return, never see the autobots again, or Optimus. That's the life you think is going to happen now for you.

"Yeah, duh." You answer back with another shrug. "Didn't I make that obvious?"

"You have an odd way of showing it." Sure, you understand that. Throwing yourself in danger just to be rescued by him is your way to tell him that you have the biggest crush on him.

You can't help but laugh lightly through your tears. "Yeah, maybe, guess I was just desperate." Sniffling you try wiping your face clean, hating this feeling and the emotions that shake through your body.

Suddenly, there's a large but tender touch against your cheek. Looking up, you notice it's Optimus, using his digit to not wipe your face but to caress you, trying to offer any form of comfort.

"Perhaps next time instead of running into a battle between me and Megatron for me to rescue you, just talk to me." It sounds very simple.

"You make it sound so easy." You say, unable to help yourself as you lean into his touch fondly.

"Y/N, I'll admit, I've grown an attachment towards you, and it's deeper than I realised until today. My spark reaches out to you silently, screaming for you, but you give nothing back. It's not your fault though. We're a different species but that doesn't have to mean we can't work something out for this to grow more, if that is what you desire?"

His words send your mind into a spin. Is he confessing his feelings?

"Optimus." His name barely whispers from you. "Are you returning the same feelings?"

"Yes, I am." His answer gets you beaming through more tears, tears of happiness this time.

"I-I don't know what to say now." Perhaps you were dreaming, however after pinching your arm a little you realised you weren't dreaming at all.

"Would you like to spend time with me this evening?" His offer gets you all giddy, almost lightheaded as well.

"Yes...please, I would love that."

He picks you up under his servo and heads towards his quarters. You can't help but hold onto his digit for support, feeling so small, yet safe at the same time.

You have no idea what to expect to happen once in his quarters, but you are ready for anything. You've waited for this for months and now you finally have an opportunity.

Once in his quarters, he sits on his berth with her still sitting in his servo. He watches you, curiously, illuminating optics lingering across your small body.

"I don't want to make you uncomfortable, I want you to feel safe with me. Do you trust me?" He asks, digits gently pressing against your side and rubbing.

"I do." You answer through a shaky breath, loving the feel of his digit against your side and making you hum softly.

Optimus watches you before his smile flattens a little.

"There's still the talk about a punishment for your disobedience." Hearing him say this does make you nervous, swallowing the lump in your throat as you stare up at him with wide doe eyes.

"You're going to punish me?"

"I won't hurt you, but more like I need you to listen to me. Understood?" You can only nod at him and wait patiently for what he has in mind for you.

He seems hesitant at first but soon enough he finds his voice. "Remove your clothes, please."

Your heart is hammering so hard against your chest but you follow his order. Removing your clothes you soon follow with your undergarments, removing them as well, slowly.

You hear Optimus let out a soft vent at the sight of your naked figure before him. His optics lingered over, silently hoving, and that makes you feel even hotter.

He suddenly moves you closer towards him right up to his face. "Kiss me, please."

Wetting your lips you lean up closer towards him, hand running along his cheek plating as your naked skin and breasts press against his armour.

You hear him letting out a low groan at the feel of her soft hand against his face, optics shuttering a little from the tender contact.

Closing the distance between you two, your lips met his. There is a huge size difference of course, but you manage to get into a good spot and a tender sync where you move your lips across his.

Sucking at his bottom lip you gave a teasing nibble, surprising yourself when you feel his metal lips are soft, unlike the rest of him.

The action causes him to let out another groan that drags out longer. You run your tongue along the area you had bit before looking back up at him, waiting for his next command.

He looks almost shy, and you find that rather adorable.

You let out a gasp when you feel his digit move under you and press the thick side against your throbbing mound.

"Go ahead, pleasure yourself against me, and don't stop."

You are willing to do everything he says.

Gently gripping onto his servo you start to rock your hips against him, grinding yourself as you let out heated gasps, eyes never leaving his optics. Your clit is in perfect position, running along a small bump on his digit that tickles you just right in the most beautiful way.

Optimus watches you through a soft yet aroused stare, mouth hanging open slightly as his vents hitch again, optics moving over your rocking body, carefully reading every detail about you and your actions. You were listening to him, and that's what he wants.

Your head leans to the side against another digit, eyes closing as your hips pick up in speed. You're huffing and whimpering softly as your core throbs more against Optimus, licking your lips as you seek for orgasim.

"Don't be so quick to finish. You can only do that when I say." Optimus says as you look up at him with whimpering eyes. "Please, y/n. You can only overload when I say you can."

He wants to control you, in a kind way, and this is supposed to be your punishment. You don't want to disobey him again.

"Yes sir." You manage to answer before slowing your hips, another whimpering pout leaves you, but you keep a slow pace against him.

Your fingers grip into the padding of his digit, the side of her cheek rubbing against it while you feel your juices start to leak and create a small pool within his servo.

"Good girl." Optimus praises you, which only makes your mound twitch with desire at his beautiful words.

Your free hand moves up to one of your bouncing breasts and you start to massage into it, pinching your nipple lightly pushing another satisfied moan from you.

"Optimus..." His name whispers as you keep a slow movement at your hips against him, merwing softly as you feel your core already about to snap.

"Not yet." He notices your close and you listen to him, holding back for as long as you can for him before he continues talking. "Primus...I've watched you for so long, but I was always afraid to admit the truth to you. Knowing you feel the same about me brings warmth to my spark. Will you be mine, y/n?"

"Yes...yes, a thousand times yes." You chant through your building pleasure boiling through you, making him smile softly at your response.

"You may overload."

At the given command you let yourself go, rocking harder, humping, louder moans echoing from your voice before your core snapped and your orgasim erupts through your trembling body.

You don't care if anyone hears you as you want the others to know you belong to Optimus Prime.

Sagging against his servo your heated pants fog against his digit before slowly pushing yourself upwards to look at him.

He brings you closer, not realising he had grabbed a blanket from somewhere and placed it on his shoulder, leaning against his beth so you had a comfortable spot to lay with him.

You snuggle like purring cat into the blanket and nuzzle as close as possible into Optimus, craving to be close to him.

After a moment of heavy breathing you manage to find your voice. "Are things really that bad for my family?" You can't help but ask.

"Things will be sorted for you and your family. Don't worry, you're always safe with me. I'll protect you. But you cannot leave the base, you'll need to remain here until further notice," He answers and you understand.

"I promise not to disobey anymore." You say through a tired voice.

"I'm glad to hear." Optimus lets out a soft hum that vibrates through you gently, making you hum back in return.

"I never want to lose you." You are half asleep as you say this, before drifting off into a heavy sleep.

"You won't. As I never want to lose you. I love you."

Optimus silently swore on his spark to keep you safe, no matter what.

[in1-nutshell]

IM GETTING EVERY IDEA I GOT OUT WHILE REQUESTS ARE OPEN IM SORRY

also I'm sorry i keep bringing up chaotic teen Buddy and Megatron, but i love seeing this fucker suffer through forced adoption.

I'm still kinda trucking through the comics, but i know that at some point Megatron is essentially yeeted into a whole ass different dimension and spent 300 years there (i could be totally wrong, if so ignore.) long story short, i have been stuck on the idea of Megatron getting stuck there for 300 years, mourning his funny little human child after 80 years, cause he figures even if he does get back home, they wont still be there.

Luckily for everyone involved, that 300 years was just a few months for the lost light. unluckily for everyone.

Buddy - "My father is gone, therefore I am no longer responsible for the consequences of my actions."

Hello again! Don't feel bad for asking/ requesting. Requests are fun to do for me and I can write almost anything someone asks, almost. Still, ask if you want something written. It is time for the return of Fearless Buddy!

Hope you enjoy!

Fearless Buddy reaction to Megatron coming back from the other dimension

SFW, platonic, familial, bit of angst here and there, Human reader

MTMTE/LL

Buddy had conveniently slept when Megatron had left. Don't blame them, they had been running off of little to no sleep for weeks and their body finally had enough.

Rodimus had to break the news for Buddy.

"What do you mean Megatron is 'gone'?!"--Buddy

"He left, he just up and escaped! But don't worry we'll get him back on board in no time."--Rodimus

"He... He really just left?"--Buddy

"I'm afraid so."--Rodimus

"Well, you know what? Who needs him anyways! The big sorry pile of scrap can go rust in space for all I care!"--Buddy

"Buddy--"--Rodimus

"Who needs him! Thanks for letting me know Roddy, really. Now if you'll excuse me, I have some important things to go over with Whirl."--Buddy

"What important things? What could be more important than this right now?"--Rodimus

"We are going to put a bumper sticker on Minimus saying 'Kachinga'!"--Buddy

"... Carry on!"--Rodimus

Rodimus really wishes now that he had stopped Buddy from making it to Whirl's. The ship had become the two's playground for pranks and sillies.

No one was spared from their wrath.

Many bots on board got mad at the two. But it was the bots closest to Buddy to realize something was deeply troubling them.

Their enthusiasm seemed forced most of the time. Their laughter almost seemed... Robotic almost. And their eyes... they looked so hollow and lacked the usual twinkle they had before.

Whirl appointed himself Buddy's guardian in the meantime. There wasn't much argument there as being Buddy's Amica, it was probably for the best.

Whirl lost count of the amount of times he caught Buddy going into Megatron's habsuite and crying over some of his poems. He wants to hurt Megatron so badly for the pain he inflicted on Buddy. They became Rung's most frequently seen patient after talking with Whirl.

"You really think this is going to help?"--Buddy

"I'm sure of it! If Eyebrows here can stand me, then you'll be like a walk in the park!"--Whirl

"... Thanks Whirl. I mean it, you're the best Amica a friend could ask for."--Buddy

"Hey now, don't get soft on me yet. That's Rung's job. Now get in there and punch those feelings in the face!"--Whirl

The day when Megatron comes back after everything is settled Whirl is one of the first in line to deck him across the face.

"You sorry excuse of a tyrant!--"--Whirl

"I know you're upset Whirl... Buddy passing must not have been easy..."--Megatron

"Passing? What are you talking about?"--Whirl

"Surely they have already passed it's been more than 80 years."--Megatron

"Megs, it's been a couple months since your little disappearing act."--Rodimus

"...Is Buddy alive?"--Megatron

"Of course they are! Why--Hey!"--Whirl

Megatron sprinting pass him and to Buddy's habsuite.

Megatron had never sprinted as fast as he did at that moment. For the past 200 or so years he had been in a constant state of mourning. He thought he had lost Buddy forever. The biggest regret he had was not at least telling them good bye.

Now here he was... He almost backed out of knocking on the door, but he did it. The doors opened revealing Buddy in all of their morning glory.

"... Buddy?"--Megatron

"Ah man it's one of those dreams again. Listen fake Megs, I'm not in the mood right now. So if you'll just come back next week that'll be great."--Buddy

Megatron finally snapped out of his dazed and scooped up Buddy into his servos and held them close to his spark.

It took Buddy a solid second to realize this wasn't some fever dream.

"Megs?"--Buddy

"I'm here now. I'm here."--Megatron

"...How... How dare you! YOU LEFT ME HERE ALONE! YOU DON'T JUST CALL SOMEONE THEIR KID THEN LEAVE THEM HIGH AND DRY! WHY DIDN'T YOU TAKE ME?!? OR AT LEAST SAY GOOD BYE!? TELL ME! TELL ME WHY?!? DAD WHY DID... why did you leave me...*--Buddy

"...I am so sorry..."--Megatron

"...you better be... I will never leave your side again... You're worse than a toddler getting lost at a Walmart..."--Buddy

It wasn't an easy transition at first. Buddy had their friends always within arms length from Megatron. Buddy themselves put up some walls to avoid getting hurt again.

The two eventually decided to seek counseling to try and mend their relationship. Thank goodness that happened.

Now Megatron was sitting in his habsuite with Buddy telling him all the latest news on the ship while reviewing their latest poems.

These were the little things he missed most and was glad he had gotten a chance to get them back.

[yanderes-galore]

Can I request platonic yandere Megatron from Earthspark with a teen reader who tries to escape them at every twist and turn but Megatron just wants to keep them safe because he feels immense guilt about all the harm he's done in the past.

Sure! I'm still very new to Earthspark so I hope I manage to do this correctly. However, for future reference;

My darlings are always at least 18, I do not do teen or child darlings.

I still wanted to do this request though since I find Earthspark cool- Concept as not specified.

Yandere! Platonic! ES! Megatron Concept

Darling that keeps trying to escape him

Pairing: Platonic

Possible Trigger Warnings: Gender-Neutral Darling, Obsession, Megatron is trying to better himself, Platonic yandere, Parental/Friend yandere, Manipulation, Selfish behavior, Overprotective behavior, Kidnapping/Isolation, Forced companionship.

This version of Megatron has more experience with humans than other iterations.

In Earthspark, Megatron helped end the war with Optimus Prime and worked alongside humans.

I feel he understands humans a bit more yet would still struggle occasionally.

War is still in his mindset even if he is getting used to peaceful life.

As a result, sometimes when it comes to you he's a bit rough.

Megatron doesn't realize it but his form of "protecting" you can be viewed as very oppressive.

Megatron is aware of his past and feels extremely guilty for it.

When he met you helping out with the war effort to end the original Autobot/Decepticon war, he had become a friend to you.

Part of him feels if he takes care of you then it will make him feel right.

Taking care of you will help him be a better person, a better Autobot.

As a result, Megatron has gained an obsessive need to stick by you.

Even after the war and you've settled back into civilian life, Megatron takes time out from defending Earth to see you.

His friendship is founded on some selfish means... but that doesn't change the fact he cares for you.

In terms of trying to escape him, as of currently I can't see any reason why you would.

He's just an... overprotective Autobot, that's all.

Although maybe something goes wrong, like a new threat, and Megatron feels a need to protect you via isolation.

You'll be placed somewhere only he knows....

That, or, somehow something upsets Megatron and he shows that old ruthless side momentarily.

Maybe while protecting you from a new threat?

This scares you and makes you avoid the Decepticon turned Autobot that you once saw as a friend.

These two scenarios would work with what I was given, maintaining a reason Megatron is yandere yet also why you would want to escape compared to normal overprotective behavior.

One way or another, your friend gives into being an oppressive force once again, leaving you in a situation that makes you want to run.

The fact you want to ignore Megatron feeds his guilt even more.

He feels horrible that he's done the complete opposite of protecting you.

He's hurt you, he's scared you, you may even hate him...

So he tries to make things right once again.

Which feeds into a constant loop.

Megatron feels horrible that he can't make your friendship work between you.

He's ruined it.

Yet he also refuses to let you go, he cares for you too much to abandon his human companion.

If you kept trying to run away and avoid him, Megatron would step in to attempt to apologize or make things right.

Hell, he may even kidnap you if he hasn't already to keep you to himself.

You can cry and scream at him, yet Megatron will still try to justify himself.

This is... just his way or protecting you!

Keeping you in your home and caring for you this way is the right way to defend you...

That's what his delusions tell him.

He knows this isn't the right way to protect you or keep you happy or even maintain your friendship...

Megatron feels deep down he still hasn't changed much from before... even with your help...

Still, he pleads for you to stay.

He still believes you can make him a better Autobot...

Just don't leave him... maybe you can still change him! ... maybe....

[ask-a-bot]

Sorry, Megs, I’m siding with everyone else with this one. Let.👏🏼 Them.👏🏼Help.👏🏼 You!

It takes more strength to accept help than to go it alone. So allow me to challenge you. Do you, Megatron, leader of the Decepticons, have that kind of strength?

I understand you’re upset, Prime, I remember you mentioning that your talk with Ironhide about the whole Prowl/Hasbro left you very upset and confused. Are you ready to talk about what you learned?

Snf.

Hey, Megs. We're on your side here. I know it's hard not to instinctively act like a dying cat and go away to die or recover alone, but you're not a cat. You're my best friend and I want you to get better.

I know. My apologies.

Nothing to apologise for. Rest now.

How did you get through to him like that?

Megatron is reasonable when you meet him where he's at.

So much for being reasonable... Megatron, stay in berth.

Don't give me that defiant look! Stay where you are.

It's for your own good.

I have been prisoner here since I awoke, Prime. I would like, if you will only give me permission, to... uh... stretch my legs. Wash.

OP, I really don't think it's too much to ask...

No, it isn't. My apologies, Megatron. I hadn't realised you'd not moved at all yet. Let me help you; your infections might make you feel a bit... a little dizzy. Wait here, Kup. Please.

Thank you. What is all this about Ironhide?

Really want to hear about that now?

Why not? Might as well have a distraction, while you are assisting me.

Well... OK.

I found out that Ironhide has been covering for Jazz, who was covering for Prowl.

We've found our security breach.

Prowl sold false information to Hasbro about a number of things: our physiology and needs: he said we don't get hungry, thirsty, sick or tired – and we don't rust. We feel pain and you enjoy hurting people for fun.

How nice...

There's a lot more, but I'm gonna wait outside until you want me. We'll talk more later.

Thank you.

[pzdragon666]

Operation: Fix friendship

-DramaKing makes a new chat-

-DramaKing names New Chat to Operation: Fix Friendship-

-DramaKing added 5 participants-

-DramaKing online-

-CommanderHighheels online-

-Itsybitsyspider online-

-Steve online-

DramaKing: This is getting out of hand

CommanderHighheels: I know. It's been an entire week

Itsybitsyspider: I heard Megatron spoke with Illusion earlier today because of their break-up

Steve: They can't stop being friends!!! We need them

CommanderHighheels: I know but that argument from a week ago was brutal

Steve: yh, I could hear it from the other side of the ship

DramaKing: But the conditions they left each other in...

CommanderHighheels: I'm impressed Soundwave made sure she wouldn't lay a scratch on Shockwave

Itsybitsyspider: it shows how far the quiet kid loves the nerd

-ScienceShock online-

ScienceShock: What is going on here?

Itsybitsyspider: about time you're here

Steve: how's Soundwave?

ScienceShock: He's still recovering mentally

ScienceShock: Illusion will pay for this

CommanderHighheels: leave her out of this! She was mad

ScienceShock: Illogical. Who in the right mind would call Soundwave a freak?

CommanderHighheels: that's the lightest insult she ever gave to Soundwave. You should of seen the insults in the arena

Steve: you watched their fights?

CommanderHighheels: yh, I mean, how would I have met them?

Steve: cool

Itsybitsyspider: back to the mission. Shockwave, we need your help

ScienceShock: for?

Steve: Fix Soundwave's and Illusion's friendship

ScienceShock: pass

CommanderHighheels: DUDE! it's the only way Soundwave won't be upset anymore

ScienceShock: and what if she hurts him again?

Steve: she won't if she's really sorry

ScienceShock: hmmmm, logical

CommanderHighheels: good

In another private group chat:

-Buckethelm online-

Buckethelm: ILLUSION!!!

-CannibalHolocaust online-

CannibalHolocaust: w h a t ?

Buckethelm: have you talked to Soundwave yet?

CannibalHolocaust: no and probably never again

Buckethelm: I wish Prime was here to talk with you about this

CannibalHolocaust: you can add him

Buckethelm: oh

-Primeboi added-

-Primeboi online-

Primeboi: uh-

Buckethelm: Fix her

Primeboi: um why?

CannibalHolocaust: First 3 seconds, you haven't escalated to an argument yet

Buckethelm: don't jinx it

Primeboi: I need to know why is Illusion upset? I can see it radiating off her texts

CannibalHolocaust: You haven't lost your touch. I am upset

Buckethelm: she had a fight with Soundwave

Primeboi: physical or mentally?

Buckethelm: both

Primeboi: May I ask why?

CannibalHolocaust: he betrayed me

Primeboi: ?

Buckethelm: he's dating Shockwave

Primeboi: oh! Good for him

CannibalHolocaust: NO KTS NOT!!! SOUNDWAVE SAID HEVHATED HIM AND NOW HES DATING UIM!!! WHO THW FUCK DOES TYAT!? RYATS BULLSHIT!!!!

Primeboi: Illusion calm down. I can't even read your text for typing too fast

CannibalHolocaust: he said he's always hated Shockwave for his stupidity in following logic and now I find out they interfaced!!!

Primeboi: They can change their minds Illusion

Buckethelm: he's right. Like me and Prime

CannibalHolocaust: You both were brothers then enemies, and now brothers again

Buckethelm: see?

CannibalHolocaust: You guys suck

-CannibalHolocaust offline-

Buckethelm: she'll cool off eventually

Primeboi: I hope soon

-Primeboi offline-

-Buckethelm offline-

Illusion throws her small phone across the room as she sighs heavily

Illusion: 《HAZARD!!!》

Hazard appears from her nap as she looks up towards her mom- i mean master

Hazard: [What now? You're never usually pissy unless]

Illusion: 《Shut up and get me rust sticks》

Hazard: [can I have some?]

Illusion: 《no》

Hazard: [....]

Illusion: 《fine》

Hazard leaves and heads straight to the mess hall. She attempts to reach for the shelves by stacking empty energon cubes on top of each other.

Rumble: look who's trying to get some rust sticks

Frenzy: The little threat

Hazard turns her helm and glares at the twins.

Hazard: [FRAG OFF! my master is upset at yours!]

Frenzy: and ours is with yours

Rumble: you should get her to apologize to our pops

Hazard: [shove it down your tanks! I'm no messenger]

Hazard obtains the rust sticks but quickly starts to wobble of the stack of cubes.

Hazard: [Frag-]

Hazard falls on top of Rumble as the rust sticks fall in Frenzy's hand.

Frenzy: thanks. Cmon Rumble let's give them to pops

Hazard: [give it to me]

Rumble: no

Hazard: [..........]

-on the other side of the ship-

Soundwave is currently wrapped in blankets as he watches the monitor. Shockwave looks away from his phone and looks towards him.

Shockwave: Soundwave. It's illogical that you stay upset like this for a week. Everyone is worried.

Soundwave: /lies/

Soundwave buries himself in the blankets as Shockwave sigh heavily.

Soundwave: /where are the twins? I want my rust sticks/

Shockwave: I'm sure they're on their way-

Steve: SOUNDWAVE!!!!

Steve is currently catching his breath as both Shockwave and Soundwave stare at him. They hear loud noises coming from the other side of the ship.

Shockwave: what's going on out there?

Steve: the minicons...

Steve falls to the ground, exhausted

Soundwave: /what about the twins?/

Steve: They're trying to kill Hazard

Shockwave and Soundwave both look at each other before quickly bolting towards the door.

Soundwave: /MY KIDS!!!/

They'll be fine. Enjoy this post.

@chamm0y @mr-playlist @breakitoutwildbreak

Part 1

Part 2

Part 3

[autobot-ratchet]

MTMTE 14-16

MTMTE 14

oh boy time to start the arc that still to this day holds a spot in the top five pieces of media that have made me ugly cry lmfAO

Overlord's out here killing people before he's even born

wow Chromedome really just let his whole entire guard down while fucking around in Overlord's head, tells him his name first thing. Like. Why would you even allow him to know you're in there, let alone start telling him everything you're doing??? Like, yeah, yeah, I'm yelling at the horror movie protagonist on my screen to not go into the spooky cabin in the woods but wow. Could not be me lmfAO “I'm your fairy godmother don't worry about it”

still incredibly funny that Megatron's stupid bucket helmet is removable. Is that the case for literally anyone else??? Like sure some characters have removable visors and/or facemasks but like. The whole helm??? why

“Megatron's alive?” aaaaaaaand there it is. You just had to tell him shit........

“Why am I even telling you this?” “Because in here it's difficult to keep your thoughts to yourself.” I guess that's as good an excuse as any, he literally could not have stopped himself from telling him shit lmAO alright, fair. Then Chromedome's fault lies in doing this shit without any backup

god. If I remember correctly, this conversation that Chromedome erases from Prowl's mind ended up being a remnant of an arc that got scrapped, so it ultimately didn't lead to anything or get resolved, but. Man it sure is something lmAO I wish it could've ended up leading to something bc it's so good

So Drift was the only one who knew about Rodimus's involvement with the Overlord project. As far as Chromedome and Brainstorm knew, only they, Drift, and the duobots were involved. And Prowl of course, but he's not on the ship lmAO man, Drift really did everything he could to make this quest to find the knights work, he didn't even want to do any of this Overlord shit in the first place, but he took on practically leading the project so Rodimus could focus on the quest... Anything to find the knights........

MTMTE 15

oh Pipes........

love how the meta-bomb is so easy to write off as a one-off joke, especially considering the much more important shit that's about to go down, but it ends up being its own fucking arc way later

god I love how Ratchet gets a shot off on Overlord, right in the eye, get his ass

“Your faith, your sword, and your friend. We do this together.” grIPS THE ARMS OF MY CHAIR........

urgfhfdj the implication that Overlord pinned Drift's legs to the floor with his own swords and Drift ended up ripping them off and crawling his way over to make him stop hurting Ratchet........

oh get his ass Fort Max, you deserve it

oof, Rewind having to hear Drift and Chromedome talk openly about how they've been fucking around with Overlord the whole time... he's so shocked........

on the one hand, god the entire sequence of Chromedome ejecting Overlord's cell and blowing it up so Rewind would die before Overlord could kill him fucking ruins me but also I can't stop thinking about that post that was like “what if Rewind was winning in there”

I FORGOT ABOUT THE XES OVER EVERYONE WHO DIED IN THIS ISSUE FUCK........ lowkey thinking about danganronpa-style death portraits

MTMTE 16

ooh, all the past Magnuses that we don't yet know are different people and how they all bit it... I honestly always loved how MTMTE made Ultra Magnus a title and set of armor that many different people have worn. Like, for as much as I love Magnus in this comic, it's really Minimus specifically that I love lmAO I wonder if we'll ever see him in any Transformers media ever again

poor Tailgate going through his first huge loss, especially while everyone else is so used to things like this that he feels like he's the only one who's properly upset. I have been on both sides of this lmAO fuck

oh Chromedome is so not okay, god hsfdjkasl he's acting so normal that it is glaringly obvious that he is burning alive inside

and Rodimus is also not okay, oof, buddy, Rung, you gotta stop lmAO granted the assessment that Rodimus would've liked to be the hero isn't far-fetched, and it might even be partially true but. Something Tells Me that's not quite the case in this particular instance. He was actually being completely honest when he said he was angry because he failed the crew. He failed by ever giving in to Prowl and putting Overlord on the ship

ooouuohouUOUOUUUGGHGF BRAINSTORM CLUTCHING THE BREIFCASE DURING THE FUNERAL........ HE'S THINKING ABOUT IT................

“You might want to speak to Drift, though; I think he's got an urge to name names” yEAH HIS OWN... GOD.........

oh Chromedome... and the fact that Brainstorm has had to watch him wipe his memories out of grief over and over again gOD this issue is so good lmfAO I am in so much pain this rules

Brainstorm is right though, you can't try to make yourself forget lost loved ones, I can't tell you how many times I've tried to avoid thinking too hard about someone for up to a year, sometimes more than a year after I've lost them because I just can't handle how much it hurts. But that moment when you can recall happy memories without it feeling like a punch to the gut anymore? With it making you feel happy, even, for ever having met them in the first place? Would not trade that for anything. The pain is just. Unfortunately a necessary part of the path to getting there, there's just no avoiding it

urghgfh and there goes Drift taking the fall for the whole Overlord project. He really believes in the quest to find the knights more than anything, he's willing to take as many hits as he has to to keep Rodimus on the path to finding them... as long as it makes Cybertron a better place, it doesn't matter what happens to him........

like, I've always seen people talk about Drift putting up with all of Rodimus's bs just because he admires him, and I'm not gonna deny that he does, he definitely thinks Rodimus is a pretty cool guy, but so much more than that, his vision told him that Rodimus was going to find the Knights of Cybertron and that they were going to restore the planet and make things better than they've ever been. More than ANYTHING, Drift has done everything he has done not because he admires Rodimus too much to say no to him, but because he truly believes Rodimus is integral to the restoration of Cybertron. He believes that succeeding in this quest will make it so that no one on Cybertron will ever have to go through anything he's gone through ever again. That's what it's always been about for him, even from the beginning, even for Deadlock. Aaaaa I gotta stop or I'll do an entire character analysis on Drift right here and I gotta save that for when I read the miniseries lmAO

oh fuck it's time for Rewind's final message oh lord oh jesus here we go

gooooOOOOD THE PART SHOWING DRIFT'S EXILE... RATCHET BEING THE ONLY ONE TO BE KIND TO HIM IN THAT MOMENT, EVEN IN FRONT OF ALL THE OTHERS... THIS SPECIFIC PART OF REWIND'S MESSAGE PLAYING OVER THIS SPECIFIC MOMENT AAAUUUGH FUCK

“You deserve to be happy... You're a better person now- stubborn and frustrating but wonderful!” this bit is fucking laser-etched into my brain forever it's so fucking perfect, this part is everything

dfshkgdfk fuck... for a second I actually deluded myself into thinking I wouldn't cry at the part of the message where Rewind tells Chromedome he loves him and Chromedome puts the needles away lmfAO even after all this time, it still hits just as hard

ah right, then we're hit with “by the way Tailgate's dying” lmfAO I vividly remember not taking this well during my first readthrough, Tailgate and Rewind were my favorites and I was not ready to lose them both one right after the other

[drill-teeth-art]

How do you make character personalities not accidentally mix or seem so alike?

Ooo character writing question. Alright.

I'll tell you what works for me in differentiating characters. Under the cut because this got long XD

So, you can actually have characters who have the same list of basic virtues and flaws that are very different. I'll show how I do it for an example.

With how I write my Starscream and my Hook, they are both... Virtues: Loyal (bear with me on this one), Charismatic, Intelligent Flaws: Short tempered, Avoidant, Prideful

One of the keys to making them distinct form each other is the details of where their virtues shine the most and where their flaws cause them (and other characters often times) the most trouble.

Starscream is loyal to the Decepticons. The cause and safety of the Decepticons is what drives it, not leading individuals. It will do what it thinks is best for the Decepticons. Sometimes that means trying to boot out Megatron from leadership, and sometimes that means being the last to leave the battlefield to make sure everyone got away safely, even if it itself remains in danger. Starscream is avoidant but not of letting others know how it feels. It will rise up to the challenge of being vulnerable about its feelings with others (often with harsher language that it should), but it struggles to do things on its own. It avoids larger responsibilities that rely purely on it to succeed or to fail.

Hook is loyal to the Constructicons. The individual members of the team mean everything to him. As painful as it would be, he would let the team disband if it meant the Cybertronians who mean so much to him would get to be happy. They don't disband in the story, but it's good to note how far the character's ideals stretch. He makes big choices first and foremost for them. Hook is not avoidant of doing things on his own. He will face opponents that outmatch him and tasks no one thinks he can do. He is confident in his skills. But he is often unwilling to be vulnerable, to let others know he is upset, hurt, or afraid. When push comes to shove, he'll tell the Constructicons how he feels in private moments. But to him, almost no one else is allowed to see him that way if he can help it.

So basically, the best way for me in making characters stand out from each other despite being similar in summary is to ask myself. How far does this virtue go for this character? How low does this flaw make this character sink? Why do they have this virtue and for what or who? Why do they have this flaw and when is it most harmful?

The answers can really be simple and you can change them the more you write characters. Writing is rewriting.

You can also give your characters specific motifs, mannerisms, and interests to set them apart.

Mixmaster and Frenzy in my story share a lot of personality characteristics. Purposefully enigmatic, jovial yet holding thoughts more unsavory underneath, completely true about their intentions and feelings with only a handful of Cybertronians. And I differentiate them in the way stated but also with motifs. Frenzy has recurring motifs of darkness and skipping audio. Mixmaster has motifs around masks and nectar. And they have different interests and ways they're described moving that are important for their characterization too.

So essentially you'll want to flesh out character virtues and flaws, motifs, mannerisms, and interests. And that will help them stand out from each other more!

[arceespinkgun]

vynxwave I feel the same about the Combiners' characters' characterization... I guess they're just here for epic fight scenes? I've said similarly about Starscream. Personally I'm not really a fan of Megatron victimizing Starscream (imo it's always been meritless anywhere it's appeared in, to say the least); so I also don't particularly like Starscream's evil primarily being caused by Megatron essentially corrupting him (the mini pale bg panels in #14 show his progression from being unwilling to enjoying it)... but like you said it ultimately ties into what's happening with Optimus — #14 showed the compelling mental force with a green-yellow bg with lines, and in #16 that comes up similarly when Optimus is struggling with it (I'm so excited to see wherever this with Optimus leads). I love Skybound's Elita-1 she's super great and I'm excited to see where she and her team will go from here. Also the spark Cliffjumper has in the canister is really interesting, being salvaged from what remained of his friends' sparks. I think it's a cool concept and I'm curious as to *what* it'll produce (like, will it be normal—its own person?). I'm also excited to see where Thundercracker's arc goes. I kinda hope he flips sides bc I think that'd be cool, with there not being much left for him with the Decepticons now, but I wouldn't bet on it. I never could've predicted this why was Astrotrain had a grudge against Megatron, but I think it's interesting bc why would Megatron do that? Would that character have been a Decepticon? and of course "who???" (I'm hoping it's not an OC too) I hope Ultra Magnus returns soon bc I wanna see him... I'm wondering where he'll go I think this is by far one of my favorite TF art styles, it makes me wanna learn how to ink xD

@vynxwave I second all of this!!! Even if it's serving a larger theme, I really don't like the thought of Starscream not having subjectivity when it comes to his evil actions? It actually makes me kind of uncomfortable to see that stripped away from him... Megatron victimizes and traumatizes many people but I think it's almost always so "meritless" when Starscream is shown to be victimized like this because it like, consumes his character and also Megatron's character, as if part of Starscream's core identity is victimhood and Megatron is targeting him (beyond Decepticon-y retaliation for assassination attempts or something) intentionally as his outlet for anger and violence, and I feel it doesn't do justice to either character. I'd get hate for it, but I think in terms of just characterization, looking past the larger theme Skybound might have, that Earthspark let Starscream be his own person and portrayed him far more effectively. When it comes to Optimus in Skybound, I'm also really curious about his arc, and I feel he escapes the issues I see in Starscream's story because Optimus and characters like Elita-1 make it clear that this is a return to a way Optimus was in the past that he's tried to move on from.

...I actually kind of hope what happens with Cliffjumper's plan is something deeply upsetting and tragic, in which the new person created is in a state akin to Dinobot II or Rampage in Beast Wars!

I have so many questions about Astrotrain!!! His situation in this comic is by far the weirdest and most intriguing IMO lol I have the exact same questions you have when it comes to his love interest and Megatron... if I had to guess, Astrotrain's and Thundercracker's stories seem to be kinda parallel, so maybe Megatron made the call to kill his partner for resources or something...? But I really have no clue. Everything about Astrotrain here baffles me. He was locked-up in the Nemesis, wants to kill Megatron who killed his "love," has no desire to hurt the lifeforms on Earth... and yet still considers the Decepticon movement for the "greater good...?" Plus, all the twists on other characters seem heavily based in G1 or their bios and stuff, but I can't think of anything in which he had any of these traits??? And I can't think of any character who has a preexisting (normally) positive close association with him other than Blitzwing.

More detailed thoughts on the current arc of the Skybound comics (spoilers for up to the most current issue, #16) in which I give some more insight into why I'm still kinda ambivalent about certain parts:

Starting with the negatives to get them out of the way (they're not super serious or anything but I think they're why I'm not sure how I feel yet).

The characters who are part of the Combiners are not really characterized at all, and when they are it seems very odd. The Combaticons as big Starscream fans is really strange to see, especially when I remember their G1 debut. Mostly, the Constructicons and Combaticons feel like they're fulfilling rank-filling roles.

It's too vague right now to know what exactly happened between Starscream and Megatron in the past, but if Megatron was compelling or mind-controlling Starscream, I think that doesn't really do Starscream a lot of justice. However (and this is a big however) I believe this plotline is probably symbolic and ties into what's going on with Optimus. This series seems to be exploring the harsh realities of war and its corrupting influences, so even if I'm not sure about how one particular character is written, it may serve the greater narrative.

Arcee's crisis in #16 didn't make sense to me? She didn't jeopardize anything at all, that was only Optimus's (wrong) interpretation... and he went and killed Shockwave anyway! It just seemed odd to me to see her be comforted by Optimus when it almost feels a little hypocritical.

The thing I still find most frustrating is, unsurprisingly, how Jazz is written in this series. He barely feels like a real person with depth even now. Although nothing is like, contradicting his G1 characterization, the fact that Jazz was one of the most prominent and fleshed-out of all the transformers is making me feel like he's not being utilized very well. He always had lots of interesting things to say in the cartoon but I don't feel like that's happening here.

Now onto the positive things!

I continue to adore what DWJ's doing with Elita-1. We get to see her now as a leader of a team, a trait I've been waiting for, and I was surprised by and enjoy her friendship with Warpath! I never would've thought of something like that, but I guess it makes sense. They've been portrayed as Cybertronian resistance fighters before. Her smile while he's getting repaired was so sweet.

In a similar vein, I love seeing characters who have always been around but rarely focused on getting much more attention and care in the narrative. Bluestreak's ruthlessness was great to see focused on and maybe this series will do something more with the fact that his backstory is like Cliffjumper's in this series. I was really excited to see Trailbreaker, a character with a ton of potential, get to shine a little too! I really hope he goes on to be a major character.

Astrotrain is also a highlight for me, and I was pretty surprised to hear he wants revenge against Megatron because... Megatron killed his love interest? This is a surprising and confusing turn I never would've thought of, but I guess this is how Astrotrain would act if such a thing happened, and I'm wracking my brain trying to guess what the backstory is there. I think I'd prefer if this was about a pre-existing character and not an OC, because I found Starscream's backstory about a dead OC friend kinda weak TBH.

I'm super excited to see further fallout of Thundercracker feeling so betrayed and I was happy that this finally happened.

Megatron using Laserbeak as his eyes is really cool and I doubt DWJ would do this, but it would kind of be nice if Megatron was just blind for the whole series.

I'm really eager to see how this comic approaches the deep-seating transformer cultural issue of creating new life to be soldiers thing now that its reared its ugly head, and if Cliffjumper might have some kind of crisis later on if he feels guilt over his choices.

The art is just incredible and continues to be!

For now, I think I'm waiting to see if all this comes together like the end of the last arc worked so well.

[sunshineandcybertronians]

Make Your Choice - Megatron x reader x Starscream (TFP)

Word count: 2,621 Warnings: angst, conflicting feelings, major character death A/n:  Finished this in one day 9/21/19 at 11:01 PM (holy heck, that was a long time ago). I read pages 140-144 in Transformers Exodus. I never thought I’d write something that’s even slightly Megatron x reader, but here I am. But this oneshot turned out good.

"Where is he?" You searched the dark corridor of Nemesis for a friend.

As a Decepticon you served under Megatron, and Starscream at times. You were lucky enough to be close to both of them. Although Decepticons would never admit to having friends, you called them this secretly.

You were kind to everyone, even those you didn't know. It hurt you to think of anyone in pain. The majority of the Decepticons knew this, and it was miraculously pardoned thus you were given tasks that required no violence. Perhaps it was your soft words and consideration that made this so, finding a soft spot in the seemingly merciless Megatron. Starscream also respected this when he was in control for about three years.

It was very possible someone would question why you were a Decepticon with your nature being closer to an Autobot. This had occurred to you before, but you hoped to change the Decepticons. If everyone who was good left the Decepticons, there would be no chance of changing it to good in the future. Plus, most of your friends were on that side.

You looked through a doorway, he wasn't there either. "Where are you, Starscream?" You whispered to yourself. Well, you said friend earlier, but recently your feelings for him were becoming a little... different.

Since you finished some work sooner than you presumed, you now had free time that you intended to spend it with Starscream. Upon coming to a T in the halls, you paused to think of a plan. Snapping your fingers, you rushed in the direction of the medbay, to not waste another second of your time. Maybe Knockout knew where he was. Out of everyone he was the second closest to the second in command. While jogging, you remembered when you first started to develop feely for him.

Despite the fact you were kind-sparked, this didn't mean that you were not immune to frustration. At the point of time Megatron had just left on his journey through space, Starscream attacked a vehicon because he was dissatisfied with their lack of progress. For no good reason, out of anger.

"Hey!" You had barked at him, startling both him and the vehicons. "Don't do that. They did nothing to you."

He examined you with his red optics. A snarl and an un-amused expression decorated his faceplate as his tilted his helm back. Releasing the vehicon whilst shoving him away, he shifted his attention to you. He approached you, in attempt to intimidate you.

Your held your ground.

"And I believe you should be reminded of your place. You are a subordinate, who doesn't even have the fuel tank to draw energon. You don't tell me what to do."

"No! You listen!" When his servos flinched, you stepped forward to grab them to prevent him from attacking you. You shoved your faceplate near his, with barely any space apart. "They're on the same side as you. Don't hurt people for no reason. It's not nice." After your anger faded, you realized how close your face was. Energon rushed through you.

He smirked, which didn't help your flustered look. "Are you blushing, little femme?"

"No!" You stepped away.

You thought a little more and decided you wanted to clear something up before you left. "But you are a good leader. You just need to avoid letting your anger get the best of you. If you make emotional decisions, you might mess up your chance to succeed, like I know you can."

Shock filled his expression, his optics widening and eyebrows lifting at the thought you actually believed in him. He quickly regained his senses. "You mean like you did just now?" He showed teeth while displaying the irony.

You pursed your lips and averted your gaze to the ground. "Yes. Just like that," you mumbled.

And strangely enough, after that you had become very good friends with him and would have many conversations with him. Knockout would occasionally tease you for it.

Another example was before leaving Cybertron, when Megatron first learned of Dark Energon (unbeknownst to you and Megatron at the time, Starscream already knew of it long before and was attempting to learn more). He privately admitted to you, something you found shocking at the time, that he knew it was unwise to use the Dark Energon due to its unknown and most likely dangerous properties. Yet he felt it necessary to end the war. He, the gladiator, was tired of fighting. It nearly melted your spark and made you want to hug him in order to make him feel better. Then he said that maybe he would finally defeat the "treacherous Optimus Prime," which then caused you to want to call him an idiot since you knew Optimus never betrayed Megatron.

You had mixed emotions like that. If you wanted someone to be the best version of themselves and to be their friend, their flaws and evil mistakes made you upset for that same reason. This mostly fell under your emotions about Megatron or Starscream.

Your thoughts were put to an end when you reached your destination. Without missing a beat, you opened the door and marched right in.

"(Y/n)! Did you need repairs?" Knockout picked up one of the tools he was organizing.

"Hey, Knockout! No. I was wondering if you knew where Starscream was," you explained.

He chuckled, his finish reflecting what little light there was in the room. "Of course you came here to ask where your boyfriend was."

You stiffened. "He's not my boyfriend, we're just friends."

"You could've fooled me." The mech lifted his optic ridge, clearly not convinced.

"Do you know where he is?" You cut to the point again, wanting to leave the awkward conversation.

"I may," he answered wistfully, "but you may have to give me some more buffing solution as payment."

"But I just gave you some yesterday. In fact, I think you almost always get it from me, and I never ask for anything in return. By the time I get you more I'll have to go back to work."

"Just joking. He's heading to the energon supplies to check inventory." Knockout didn't even give you a glance as he picked up a buffer in the corner and spun the correct pad onto it. "Make sure you remember to propose to him."

"Knockout," you drew out his name in annoyance, almost out the door.

"Just kidding."

You rolled your eyes, mentally forgave him, and bolted to the direction of the energon stock. The clanging of your pedes hitting the floor slowed and came to a halt when the entrance was just on your right.

"Starscream?" You stuck your helm in and searched. Finally, your optics locked onto the thin seeker, with sharp features and expressive wings. He looked to you with surprise, his long digit hovering over the control panel that contained information on how much energon there was, how much was used in the previous month, and the chart of how much energon was found compared to other points throughout time on Earth.

"(Y/n)? Aren't you supposed to be organizing files right now?" He inquired.

"I was done early." You hopped into the room as the door slid closed behind you. It was now dark, except for the illumination from the energon. The way it dimly shown on him and cast shadows on the edges of his figure made him look even more attractive. You shifted and swatted away the thoughts in your head.

"So, what are you up to?"

"Nothing much," he groaned, waving his servo. "I was simply accessing the inventory to find if we had enough and needed to lower rations."

"Hmm. From what I read in reports, it's getting harder to find energon, but we found a good stock recently."

"Yes. I saw that on the chart." He nodded to the glowing screen.

Before you could stop yourself, you began admiring his wings. Then your gaze shifted to a part that wasn't quite as smooth as the rest.

"What's that scratch on your wing?" You exclaimed when you finally noticed it.

He bit his lip, looked to it, and shrugged. "I flew too low and my wing got clipped by a tree."

Studying the scrapes, you delicately traced your fingers on it. He winced in pain and reached to shove it away, but stopped when you flinched away on your own after seeing his reaction.

Letting, your servo fall softly onto the undamaged surface. His wings relaxed in please and a smile crept onto his face. You gently rubbed the spot below it and held his jaw with your other servo. He seemed to melt at your touch and closed his optics. His arms snaked their way around your waist.

His optics flickered open again and stared at you with an emotion you had never seen present in them before... love. Without thinking or even considering the consequences of it, you began to close the distance between your lips and his. However you were cut off when light filled the room coming from the door.

You both turned your heads to see who it was. The expectation was that it was just a vehicon, however it was anyone but a simple minion. It was Megatron himself.

You both stepped back. What was he doing there? He was probably either looking for you or Starscream. You passed some vehicons on the way, so he could have definitely inquired where you were from them, if you were indeed the one he was seeking to find.

When he noticed you and Starscream together, and not just that, but that you were having... erm, a moment, his face twisted from a hurt shocked to anger.

"What have we here?" He marched in, servos behind his back. The door closed, blocking the light once more. You weren't exactly sure why he was so furious, he had never been that mad at you before.

"Well," Starscream stumbled on his words and shrunk back. "You see-"

"Trying to steal yet another thing from me!" He exploded at the seeker. He took the second in command's neck in his hand and held him in the air.

"Megatron! What are you doing?!" It made no sense, why he was just suddenly deciding to kill Starscream. Had he tried to kill him recently? What did he mean 'steal'?

"What are you... Talking... About?" Starscream gasped with his legs dangling.

"(Y/n)," he turned to you. You flinched back, yet noticed how his voice was softer. "Be my sparkmate."

This thoroughly confused you and sent a chill through your frame. "What?! No."

A mix of despair, anger, and desperation showed on his faceplate.

Deciding to elaborate you started carefully, "Why? I thought we were just friends. I thought of us as just friends." You had nothing against him. You cared about him, but never thought of it in a different way. Perhaps you could have explained more, although in your baffled state, you couldn't get out much.

"Those years in space," the leader of the Decepticons began, "it was so lonely I once thought I would lose my mind. The only two things that kept me going and what made me able to live after every near-death experience are my desire to extinguish Optimus and to be with you. You somehow make everything better and chase away darkness and solitude." A blade launched from above his hand and he aimed it for the dangling Cybertronian in his hand. "I want you to always be by my side. Be my sparkmate, or Starscream dies."

You couldn't believe it, well, maybe you could considering how violent he was and how many other times he came close to killing Starscream. The Decepticon leader had even expressed fear you'd leave him for someone else before. Yet, you had assumed that it was platonic and never guessed this would happen.

"Please," you pleaded, "Don't terminate him. I know you have kindness in your spark, and it is not weakness, it is a virtue. Please. Starscream has always been useful to you. For me?" You held your servos together, your sad optics sparkled.

This seemed to make him consider, as he started to reflect your sadness then shook it away. Replaced with anger of how greatly you cared for his second in command that seemed to undermine everything he did. "No. Only if you become my sparkmate."

The seeker decided to take matters into his own servos and aimed the red missile on his arm while distracted. Megatron noticed and tore it and the other off and let then drop to the floor with Starscream wailing in pain.

You shook your head in horror, still in disbelief of what was happening. "Why are you doi-"

"I CAN'T LOSE YOU TO STARSCREAM!" He raised the sword. "And now he won't keep you from me anymore!"

"NO!" You screamed. Panic surged through you. This couldn't happen, you couldn't lose Starscream. You just couldn't. You didn't want him to die. If he were to die, you would never see or talk to him again, and it was something you could never afford.

Without thinking, you lunged forward and converted your servo to a blade. Only focusing on saving Starscream, you slashed at the one threatening his well-being.

Then time slowed. Your optics widened. You stumbled back with energon stained on the sharp edge. Megatron opened his mouth, yet nothing came out as his grip loosened and he fell to the ground. His helm nearly falling off of his body, with almost all severed off. Your mouth hung open watching the glowing blue liquid puddle onto the floor, seeming to form a lake. He gave the saddest look you've ever seen, making you want to scream as he seemed to stare right into your spark, before his scarlet optics flickered and the life faded from them.

Then the gravity of what you did. You stared at the blade, then your dead friend.

"NO! What am I doing? Why did I want to hurt you?!" You screamed. Switching back to your hand, feeling the energon drip into your parts, as you ran forward and held Megatron. You answered your own questioned, "It was to save Starscream, but why did you make me do that?! I didn't wanna hurt you. I'm supposed to be a friend, be nice. I just wanna... wanted to be your friend." You changed the word since Megatron was now no more. You wrapped your armed around him in a hug. Overcome by grief. Then anger resurfaced.

"Stupid head! Why do you have to be like this? Why do you have to be an evil overlord? I wanted to be friends. I care about you!" Then you sank back into sadness.

With a sigh, you attempt to pull yourself together. He was set to the side and you stood up, energon dripping off of you.

This whole time, Starscream, who had crawled away when he was first released, watched you. He really had no idea what to do or how to help you. All he knew was that you probably needed to be left alone at that moment, thus he stood there. Although he was flattered that you, as a pacifist, would kill to save him, he hated that you were unhappy. He waited until a few nanoklicks after you stood in silence.

"All hail Starscream?" He hesitantly questioned, his wings giving a shrug. He clearly didn't want to bother you in such an emotional state, although still desired to know if he'd be leading the Decepticons.

With a small smile creeping to your lips, you nodded while trying to move on from what happened. "Yes. All hail Starscream."

[silkling]

Hi! I remember you said you liked angst. So... Can you write another fanfic on the AU where the rescue bots were found by the Autobots, with the following plot: Blades is forced to repair one of his comrades, who was seriously injured in battle?(either Chase or Heatwave, your choice) 👀

Ooh, I like this idea! Imma do it. I’m going to make it worse though. Just because. Apparently I really like hurting my favorite characters. Go figure, huh? Also, for those who didn’t read the first, this fic is in the same verse as this one.

Also, beware that there will be descriptions of graphic injury, so be wary if that’s something that upsets you.

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The stars were silent. They always were, of course, but during the Ark’s recharge cycle the silence was all-consuming. Blades was in the rec room, sitting in the little viewport alcove that took up a small portion of the wall. They were passing by the same star system where the Sigma had been found by the Autobots, all those stellar cycles ago. 5 vorns or so had passed since then, which felt both like an eternity and like no time at all.

Blades knew Cybertronians lived a long time. In reality, 5 vorns was barely any time at all for one of their kind. But for Blades, who had once only ever known what it was to save lives, the past 5 vorns that he’d spent learning to take them had dragged on and felt almost unbearably long. He hadn’t actually killed yet, but he’d already learned how do so with a blaster, how to do it by hand, and even how to get in close and use a blade. Apparently, he was particularly talented at that last one. Given his name, the Protectobot found it rather ironic.

“Blades? What are you doing up? You do not have any duties this night cycle.”

The motorcycle startled, his engine revving and his processor snapping to attention at the unexpected voice. He hadn’t killed any bot yet, but he’d been in many, many, many battles now, some of which still gave him nightmares. He’d developed battle protocols very quickly after joining the Autobots, and now took being surprised as poorly as most of the others did. His optics sharpened and focused on his unexpected visitor with unnerving intensity, before his sighed and relaxed, tense armor plating loosening once more.

“Chase.” he greeted. “I know. I couldn’t sleep. I was remembering that last battle.”

“Ah.” Here, his friend’s voice softened, and the blue and white bot walked over to join him. He nudged the slimmer youngling aside until there was room in the small alcove for them both, sitting opposite from his friend and letting their pedes entangle. “I understand now.”

And he did. The last battle had been fought on a young planet, one with plentiful energon mines, and where the local species were still primitive. It had been a difficult fight. Blades, like always, had fought on the front lines with Hot Spot, Groove and Streetwise. Chase and Heatwave had been nearby, too. Somehow, they always found themselves fighting near each other. As with most of their battles, Boulder and First Aid had remained behind at the Ark, away from the battle proper. It hadn’t been a very unique battle, at first. Then the Deceptions had unveiled a new weapon. It had destroyed the planet, and every life that called it home had died with it. The Autobots had been too late to realize what was going on. They hadn’t been able to stop it, only flee before they too fell to the new weapon.

Blades had taken it particularly hard. The small motorcycle was a deeply empathetic bot, and it had hurt him to know they they had brought their war to another planet, and that it had resulted in the destruction of that planet and the loss of the lives there. Chase couldn’t blame him. All of Sigma-17 had felt that loss particularly hard. For all they had become soldiers after being awoken from stasis, all four younglings were still Rescue Bots at spark.

“We will simply have to stop Megatron next time and destroy his weapon before he can ever use it again.” Chase said after a moment of silence. He knew Blades wouldn’t be reassured by useless platitudes.

“Yeah.” His voice was quiet, distant. “Yeah.” he repeated, sounding a little more present as his optics hardened. “We will. He can’t do that again.”

Blades turned to meet his friend’s gaze, chin lifting. “We won’t let him do that again.”

Chase smiled, nodding. “No, we will not.” he agreed.

Blades relaxed completely then, sighing and shifting until he could lean into Chase’s chest. “Thank you, Chase.” he whispered.

“Of course.” he said, his arms coming around to press the smaller bot to his chest. “I will always be there to support you, when you have need of it. I am your Amica, after all.”

That was another thing that had changed in the past few vorns. Blades and Chase had always been fairly close, since they found they balanced each other out quiet nicely. Even before stasis, they’d been close friends. Blades appreciated Chase’s calm, peaceful logic and found it helped bring him him back from some of his nervous breakdowns, and Chase found Blades’s natural easy-going and sociable demeanor soothing and helpful at understanding situations which normally gave him pause. It had only taken them a couple vorns after coming out of stasis to formally perform the ritus and become Amica Endura.

Blades laughed, his hands raising to curl across the arms pressed to his chestplate. “Yeah, you are. And I’m yours. You can always count on me, Chase.”

A small smiled tugged at his lips, and he turned his gaze to the stars outside the viewport, in his chest, his spark pulsed, warm and fond with affection and belonging. He knew that Blades was feeling the same right now, both younglings basking in the quiet peace and comfort of each others’ presence.

“I know.”

Outside the Ark, the vast expanse of space stretched on. The billions of stars shone brightly, and life moved ever forward. Time ticked on, and though this moment was calm and soft, there would be many moments to come that would not be. What the future held exactly, only Primus knew. All his children could do now was hold on and ride out the storms to come.

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When it finally happened, Blades would later reflect that he was surprised it had taken as long as it had. But then again, First Aid and Ratchet would probably have done their best to keep it from happening, to make sure his own emotional turmoil wouldn’t cause him to falter. They couldn’t stall it forever though, because this was War and at the end of it all that only meant he would have been forced into a situation like this eventually.

The orn had stared out like most other orns. The only difference has been that the Ark had landed on a planet that apparently was fairly rich in energon. The planet was also largely uninhabited, save some plant life, so they wouldn’t have to worry too much about harming the local inhabitants. Everything had been going well. They’d managed to collect energon, enough to halfway fill one of the storage hangars, and had been in the process of mining more when the Decepticon attacked.

Blades still wasn’t sure where they’d come from. Maybe they’d landed the Nemesis on the other side in the planet and travelled the rest of the way themselves. Maybe the Nemesis was still above them all, and the ‘Cons had just made planet fall on their own in order to attack. Either way, Megatron and his soldiers had showed up, and once again a battle had begun. Blades hadn’t been near his team or his brothers when the attack had begun, so he hadn’t been able to join them for the fight. That had made him nervous, but he’d fought anyway, shooting at any Decepticons who got close and using the terrain as cover.

It hadn’t been long before there’d been a call for medical attention, and Blades had reacted on instinct. He’d sprung from behind the large stone he was hiding behind, following the call until he came across Cliffjumper and Arcee. The other two-wheeler was unconscious, a shot leaking energon from her neck. Blades had been quick to get Cliffjumper’s help to drag her behind another nearby outcropping, and he’d settled down to begin triage care. As soon as he’d been assured of her survival, he’d swiftly ordered the red mech to bring her to the med-bay. Usually, he didn’t have the rank to order other bots around, but he’d found that all the Autobots would tend to do what he told them when it came to medical matters.

He’d turned to rejoin the battle when Sunstreaker had dragged his twin around the outcropping, dropping Sideswipe with a snarled demand to fix him. Blades hadn’t taken offense. They were split spark twins. They shared a spark bond with each other, like he did with his brothers. It wasn’t the same exact type of bond, but it was close enough that he understood the panic. He’d fixed the severed fuel lines, patched up the sparking wires, and welded the gashes in red armor before telling Sunstreaker to get his brother out of the battlefield. Sideswipe wouldn’t be able to fight further with his wounds, even though Blades had managed to repair the damage completely. He’d need to recover.

It had seemed that, after that, the Autobots must have figured out that the outcropping was where emergency triage was being done. They’d probably passed the information along their comm. system while Blades had been working on Arcee. After the Twins, Blades had found himself busy with many bots. Most had only surface level wounds, injuries that needed a quick patch so they could rejoin the fight. Others needed a full field repair and a retreat, like Sideswipe had. Blaster had been dragged to him by his Cassettes in critical condition, and Blades had had to quickly patch the life threatening damage, then order Ironhide, who’d come in to get a leaking fuel line patched, to take the host mech to Ratchet and First Aid immediately.

Once he’d done that and turned to his next field patient, he’d caught sight of blue and white armor. His processor was deep in its rescue and medical protocols, so much so he initially tuned out all his surroundings. It wasn’t until something in the back of his mind whispered that the shade of blue was familiar that he paused, taking in the full extent of the damage. It was bad. The bot’s chest was the worst off. It looked like they’d been hit point blank with an explosion. The metal armor of the chestplate was melted and twisted, with large areas gone altogether. Blades could see into their chest and realized that even their internals were damaged. The fuel pump was dented and had been pierced with a shard of blue armor, there were several sparking wires and spurting lines, and worst of all, the bot’s spark chamber was caved in and cracked. The motorcycle could see the weak glow of the bot’s spark. That wasn’t even all the damage. The poor bot was missing a leg, and it looked like one of their arms had been practically shredded. Even beyond that, most of the bot’s frame was dented or damaged in some way. Blades could barely pick out the paint job under all the damage.

Even so, his processor started screaming louder as he realized that, despite all that, the colors and patterns of that paint were familiar. Blades froze, his spark almost spasming with dawning horror, and he turned his gaze up to the bot’s face. As soon as he locked onto the slack face, saw the darkened optics that he knew should be a glowing amber, he couldn’t hold back the agonized keen as his medical protocols stuttered.

It was Chase.

His next vent came out in a harsh whine, and he couldn’t take his optics off the slack face of his Amica. Blades almost jumped when a hand landed on his shoulder, and he looked up to see Jazz looking at him with a grim expression. The Third in Command nodded his helm at the prone form of his teammate.

“I know it’s tough’.” he said. “But ya gotta take care o’ him. If he don’t get the care he needs now, he ain’t gonna survive the trip to old’ Ratch. He needs you, mechlin’, so don’t spiral now.”

Blades stared at him for a sparkbeat, and then jolted as if he’d been physically shocked. He turned back to Chase, trying to ignore that it was his Amica who was wounded and dying in front of him, and got to work. He took in the damage once more, fingertips transforming into the tools he needed, and with a hard vent he forced his emotional processes to mute themselves in his processor, letting medical response protocols rise to the surface uninterrupted. Abruptly, his previously distraught EM field went blank and numb, making the bots around him wince with the suddenness if it.

Jazz stepped back, a flicker of regret in his visored optics. He recognized what Blades had done. He’d shut down his emotional response core. It wasn’t something the average bot could do, and he suspected the youngling only knew how to because of his medical training. The only other bot he’d seen do that was Prowl, and the Praxian had to do it if he wanted to come up with his tactics without crippling himself emotionally. Luckily, the emotional core could be brought back online later, but he knew it was never a pleasant process for the bot who had done so to come out of the emotional numbness. He only regretted that Blades had found it necessary to do so in the first place. No youngling should have to do something so drastic. It wasn’t right.

In front of Jazz and the other Autobots who were gathered behind the outcropping for minor repair, Blades worked on. He ignored the sounds of weapons fire and destruction beyond the small safe haven he was huddled in, focusing only on the task in front of him. He had to make sure Chase survived. He had to.

Failure wasn’t an option.

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The rest of the orn passed in a haze. Blades was aware of things distantly, but wasn’t processing anything emotionally. He knew Jazz took Chase off to the Ark as soon as he’d ensured his friend wouldn’t die in the next few groons, until Ratchet or First Aid could get to him. After that, things happened quickly. He’d patched up the other bots around his outcropping who’d only needed minor repair, but he’d had no major patients after that. And then Megatron was calling a retreat, and Ironhide had come to guide Blades back to the Ark. None of the older bots seemed upset at the two-wheeler’s numb demeanor. He was in shock. He knew it. They knew it. They didn’t hold it against him.

Once he had been safely delivered to the starship, Ironhide had gone off. Blades wasn’t paying attention to where he’d gone. Maybe some of the others were gathering the last of the energon. Maybe everyone was preparing for take off. He wasn’t fully aware, wasn’t fully processing his surroundings. He drifted along in a haze, until he found himself in front of the medbay doors. That was when his focus sharpened. Usually after a battle, he’d join Ratchet and his brother in the medbay and do his part to help. He needed to go in.

The only thing making him hesitate was Chase. His Amica was in there. He’d done all he could on the battlefield, but had it been enough? Could he face it again?

He would have to. He stiffened his spinal strut and steeled his resolve, then stepped forward and the doors opened. He stepped into the medbay, his optics roving over the occupied berths, until they landed on a trio of berths by the far wall. On one, there was a familiar blue and white frame. Chase. On the second, a red mech lay prone and limp. Heatwave. On the third, a bulky green bot was resting on his side, unconscious and unaware. Boulder.

No.

Blades’s spark screamed in agony. He could see some of the damage from here, but he couldn’t see it all. Heatwave’s lower half looked like it had been crushed under something extremely heavy. The metal armor was dented and almost flattened. Blades could also see that the red mech’s optics were blackened and shattered, if if they’d been hit by a blaster bolt. Boulder wasn’t much better off. His entire back was a melted, twisted mess. Blades could see his spinal strut poking out of the ruined armor. There was so much energon. All three of his teammates were covered in it. It almost looked like they’d decided to incorporate pink into their paint jobs.

An agonized keen tore its way free from his vocalizer, and and medical protocols he had been ready to engage fell away under the onslaught of emotional anguish. He didn’t notice how First Aid had gasped and pressed a hand to his chest plates the second he’d noticed Sigma-17’s damaged states. He didn’t hear his brother call out to him in concern as he keened. He didn’t see Ratchet curse and begin to turn towards him, looking both irritated and worried.

He did, however, feel the hands that clasped his shoulders, the chest that pressed up against his back. He startled, drawing in a rasping gasp, and then he felt a soft warmth wrap around his spark. He knew that presence.

“Streetwise.” he whimpered, twisting to stare up at his oldest brother with wide, over-bright optics.

“Hey, Blades.” Streetwise gave him a small smile. “Let’s go, yeah?”

“B-But I have to stay. I need-“

“Ratchet and ‘Aid can handle it. This was an easy battle. They handled a lot worse than this before you came along.” he cut it. “You won’t be of any use in the state you’re in, Blades. Besides, I’m fairly sure it goes against medical code to come in and treat patients when you’re covered in filth from outside.” he said sternly.

Blades made to protest, but the soothing pulse in his spark from First Aid distracted him enough that Streetwise was able to guide him out of the medbay. He started gently ushering his brother towards the communal washracks, making sure Blades didn’t run into anyone in his shocked state.

“Streetwise, I gotta go back. They need me, I-I can’t-“

“None of that now. You did plenty today. Blades, let them handle it. Your well-being matters too. Right now, that’s actually all I care about. Your team will be fine. Have faith in Ratchet and ‘Aid, yeah?”

Blades whimpered, but he didn’t have the chance to argue further because that was when they came upon the washracks. Hot Spot was there, and he grimaced when he saw the state of his brother, but he forced a smile a moment later and reached out to rub Blades’s audial fins in a way he knew the smaller bot liked. The finial under his fingers quivered faintly, and Hot Spot wrapped a hand around Blades’s wrist to tug him into the washracks. He’d managed to get the others out earlier, and they’d been fairly understanding when he’d explained that Blades was in shock and needed a proper cleaning.

“Come on, bitty Blades.” The largest Protectobot whispered. “Let’s get you cleaned up, yeah? You’re covered in energon, that can’t feel good.”

Blades went stiff at his brother’s words, looking down at his frame and noticing for the first time that his armor was covered in energon. Chase’s energon. A pained whine was pulled from his vocalizer, and Hot Spot winced when he realized he’d said the wrong thing.

Streetwise shot the bigger bot an unimpressed look, but both knew that talking to Blades now would be useless. The smallest Protectobot, though not by too much, had always been prone to worry and panic. Blades was an anxious bot, it was just part of who he was. It meant that sometimes, his worry overcame him and he spiraled. His brothers could always tell when that happened, because his spark pulsed almost frantically and they could sense the overwhelming panic through the bond. When Blades got like this, he lost awareness of his surroundings. They’d long since learned that the best way to soothe him was to use the bond and send comfort and safety along it, to wrap their brother’s spark in feelings of love and reassurance and peace, and pull him out of his panic that way. Thankfully, Blades didn’t spiral often. He was overly nervous, sure, but he’d never let it stop him from doing what was needed of him, and he’d learned to not let it control him. That didn’t mean his emotions didn’t get the better of him sometimes, though.

Hot Spot gently tugged them all over to one of the cubicles, where he’d already grabbed the items they needed. With all three of them in there, it was a little crowded, but they could make it work. The spray of solvent was turned on, and Blades barely twitched as it hit his frame. Neither Streetwise nor Hot Spot were bothered as their younger brother remained silent. They worked together to clean up the mess that was Blades, using wash rags to wipe away the dirt and energon, and then smaller brushes to get in between the armor plating and into the transformation seams. It took some time, especially with Blades so unresponsive, but eventually they had him fully cleaned and dried, and were tugging him back towards their berthroom.

Blades himself was still in a daze. The energon was gone from his armor, and that certainly helped, but he couldn’t stop thinking of his teammates in such dire condition in the medbay. He couldn’t get the image of Chase’s broken frame on the battlefield out of his processor.

Blades was a gentle spark, perhaps even more so than his easy-going flyer brother. Groove was a pacifist, and Blades was deeply empathetic and his brothers knew that he felt things on an emotional level far more keenly than they were really able to grasp. The rest of the Protectobots had been able to adapt to the War, especially since their introduction to it had been more gradual. But Blades, who had always hated seeing anyone hurt, to the point he’d taken any extra classes he could at the Rescue Academy just to be able to help as many others as he could? The War was hard on him. He’d adapt, in time, but with how sudden his introduction to it had been it would be a while yet before the violence stopped making him so upset.

The trio eventually arrived at their berthroom, and when the door closed behind them Blades felt Streetwise and Hot Spot move away from him. A klik later, he felt another frame press against him, and a pair of arms wrapped tightly around his shoulders. It took only a beat for him to recognize Groove. He whimpered, his fingers twitching and clinging to the copter bot. Blades felt soothing warmth wrap around his spark from the bond, coming from all four of his brothers. Love, warmth, assurance, and peace soaked into his spark, and Blades let out a broken noise as everything from the day crashed into him.

Groove crooned gently, tightening his grip on his younger brother. “Easy, Blades.” he whispered. “We have you. We won’t let you fall, yeah? Just let it out.” he soothed.

Blades shuddered, then sobbed and clung tighter to his brother. He felt Streetwise press up against his back, and Hot Spot’s arms came to way around them all. The four of them stood there for a while, Blades sobbing and gasping as all his panic and worry rushed through him at once. He hadn’t been able to really process it, before. That was the danger of muting ones emotional core, as he had done earlier. It meant that he’d need to handle the emotions he’d blocked off all at once instead of steadily and as they came. So, he was forced to stay in his brothers’ hold, letting them keep him from falling as everything crashed into him. For many breems, he wept into Groove’s shoulder, his own shoulders shaking with the force of what he was feeling.

But, finally, his cries petered out, and then he was just venting harshly, shaking faintly in the aftermath of it all. He felt Hot Spot smooth a hand down his side, then come back up to rub his finial before his biggest brother spoke.

“How about we watch some of that old drama we used to like before the War? We still have the whole series downloaded on the old travel holo-pad. I know you missed a lot of the episodes that came out while you were in stasis, bitty Blades.” he said.

Blades reset his vocalizer, wincing at his staticky and rough his voice was even after doing so. “You have the whole series of But a Chance?”

Streetwise hummed. “You bet we do. We kept downloading the new episodes that came out after…” he paused, trailing off. Blades knew what he was talking about. “Well, we kept downloading the new ones. Never watched them, though. Not beyond the ones that came out before them Purge.”

“Didn’t feel right. Not without you there to make all your little comments.” Hot Spot quipped.

Blades huffed a weak sound of amusement. “You still watched some without me, though.”

“Awe, only a couple, bitty Blades.” Hot Spot smiled. “Not too many. So? What do you say?”

Blades gave another huff. “Yeah.” he agreed,

“Good, because I’ve already got it set up.” Groove said cheerfully.

“Presumptuous.” Streetwise teased.

“Shut it. You’re the one who told me to prepare for a Blades Cheer Up Night.” Groove snipped back.

“We all knew it was time for a Blades Cheer Up Night. Why are you sparklings arguing?” Hot Spot asked playfully.

“I’m older than you.” Streetwise said, frowning.

“Only by half a breem.” Hot Spot sang.

“And I’m not a sparkling!” Groove protested.

“Hush, little brother.” the two older Protectobots said at the same time.

Blades giggled weakly. “Yeah, hush. The big bots are talking.” he rasped.

Groove turned an offended look on him. “We’re all older than you. And bigger.” he sniffed.

“I’m prettier though.”

There were noises of outrage around him, and Blades felt his lips quirk up. Even as Hot Spot tweaked his finial in retaliation, he just felt his smile relax a little more. His spark was still heavy with grief and fear, but already it felt warmer and lighter. He didn’t protest as Streetwise eventually got the other two to simmer down, pushing them all towards the large berth. At the head of the berth, the holo-pad was set up on a small desk. As soon as all four brothers were settled, Groove started the episode Blades remembered having left off on, and they settled down to watch.

Things were peaceful, for a while. They got another episode in, and Blades couldn’t help himself then as he watched the characters go about on screen.

“I’m sorry, Clearview did what now? That’s stupid. She’s stupid. Why would she even do that?”

“Well,” Groove purred. “It could be because she’s actually-“

“No!” Blades hissed, drawing back a pede and planting it firmly in his brother’s hip, sending the flyer tumbling off the berth. “No spoilers!”

Groove cackled, but crawled back onto the berth and flopped on top of his younger brother. “Okay, okay. Have it your way.”

“You two are being far too loud for anyone else to enjoy to show.” Streetwise said blandly.

“Blame Groove.” Blades sniffed. “He started it.”

“You’re the one who kicked me!” Groove squawked, outraged.

“I will not be spoiled! Bots who spoil the show for other bots recharge on the couch, remember? That’s the rule!”

“Well, we don’t have a couch.” Groove said smugly. “So there.”

“We have a floor, don’t we?”

“I’m not recharging on the floor!”

“You are if I make you!”

“Try it!”

“Fine!” Blades huffed, and proceeded to launch himself at his brother.

Groove yelped, not expecting Blades to actually go through with it, and the two wrestled on the berth before their elder brothers pulled them apart. Streetwise grabbed Groove and rolled on top of him, while Hot Spot dragged Blades into his lap and wrapped the motorcycle in his arms.

“Hush.” he admonished. “It’s show time now, not wrestle like feral sparklings time.”

“We’re not sparklings!” Groove and Blades protested in unison.

“Then stop acting like it. Now shut up and watch.” Streetwise said, though they could all hear the grin in his voice.

There were grumbling protests, but the two younger bots obeyed and went still. After another couple episodes, they were released to drape across each other. Time wore on, and the Ark slipped into it’s nightly recharge cycle. By this time, Blades’s brothers were in recharge themselves, curled around and on top of each other while Blades himself continued to watch the drama. He was waiting, after all.

Another groon passed, and the door to their berthroom opened. First Aid trudged in, exhaustion hanging from his frame. He went straight for the berth, tipping right into it and not even bothering to get his legs in. Blades huffed a laugh, gently tugging his younger brother up into the berth. He reached out to turn off the holo-pad, then refocused on First Aid as the youngest Protectobot cuddled firmly into his side. He knew his brother was tired. Pit, he could feel the depths of First Aid’s exhaustion over the bond. But he had to know.

“‘Aid? Are they…?”

“They’re fine.” First Aid mumbled. “They’ll make a full recovery. You don’t have to worry, Blades.”

All at once, the last of the fear and worry left him, and Blades released all tension in his frame with a heavy vent. “Thank you.” he whispered.

First Aid hummed softly. “‘Course. They took care of you when we couldn’t. I won’t let you lose your team if I can help it, Blades. ‘Specially not your Amica.” he mumbled, his words slurring towards the end.

Blades smiled, his arms wrapping around the little medic as First Aid nuzzled into his embrace. “Yeah.” he murmured. They really had taken care of him. “Recharge, ‘Aid. You need it.”

“You too.”

“I will.” Blades agreed. “Goodnight, little brother.”

“‘Night.” First Aid made a sleepy, content churring noise. “Love you…”

Blades blinked, then tightened his grip around him. “Yeah.” he whispered. “Love you too.”

He watched his youngest brother drift off into recharge, then offlined his optics ans let himself drift off as well. Just before he fell unconscious, he felt Groove roll on top of them both, and Hot Spot’s arms coming around all three of them. From the other side of the largest Protectobot, Streetwise’s hand came to rest on Blades’s head, his thumb twitching against his finial.

Comfortable and warm, his frame and spark both surrounded by the peace and love of his brothers, Blades drifted off into recharge, his rest easy and quiet with the reassurance that his Amica and his team would recover. His spark was warm with the sheer joy, adoration, and contentment that pulsed all along the bond, and his rest was easy and undisturbed.

Beyond the walls of the Ark, the stars were silent.

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And here it is! What did y’all think? For those who don’t remember, the Purge that Streetwise mentioned was the massacre of the Rescue Bots.

Also, poor Blades. He has it rough. At least he’s not alone, right?

Let me know how you liked that! If you want more of this verse, I might expand on it after I take care of more prompts. (Or you could request a specific scenario yourself.)

Until next time, folks!

[silent-stalker]

// Soundbee, Whirlwave and Megaprowl drabbles for the heart, loosely based around some nonsense and songs from their playlist

@theslagmaker @wcrkerbee

Whirlwave - based on me and @polyhexianchicken rambling about these dorks and very loosely based on the songs Bad For You and Whataya Want From Me from the Whirlwave playlist

This had to be a dream. A wild, wonderful fever dream that will only end with him waking up. It had to be. Whirl couldn't feel the same about him, he couldn't be standing there and saying what Soundwave had daydreamed about every day standing at his work station.

But he was.

And the claw gently grasping his arm is warm, and its solid, and its there and Whirl feels and sounds so real - this isn't a dream.

"And I - I know I'm not what you want and it's ok if you just wanna stay friends but I like you, you're, I mean, Soundwave you're amazing and wonderful and I just, want to be with you so much. I know I'm risking our friendship telling you this but I...I can't keep going on without telling you this and I know -"

He talks too much, Soundwave thinks. The dark mech tilted his head, and a datacable uncoils to gently cup Whirl's head, forcing the taller mech to come to a screeching halt with his rambling and look at him.

There's a moment of silence, nothing but a quiet, hesitant clicking from Soundwave and heavy, near-panicked venting from Whirl.

"I can't give you everything you want, and you deserve better. You deserve so much more than what I can offer, what I am offerin' and -"

"Soundwave: doesn't want more; doesn't want anyone else." Soundwave shook his head, gingerly laying thin digits over Whirl's chest; the blue idiot had bent until he was level with the much smaller spymaster, so this, this he could do. He could whisper what he wanted, push his tangled mess of emotions onto Whirl with nonsensical patterns brushed over blue plating and the nudge of thoughts against a chaotic mind.

"But..."

"WANT TO BE WITH YOU" is played back to Whirl, in his own voice, distorted and with an added white noise of warmth and affection. It makes him balk, obviously unused to Soundwave's other way of communicating (he liked talking to Whirl too much to divert to something so impersonal) but his grip on the dark mech's arms tightens.

"Whirl: is all I want; right here, right now. You: are enough for me; always."

That yellow optic that he adored so much turned up into a crescent of delight, and Soundwave vaguely thinks that his scar hurts from how wide his smile becomes - he doesn't care, though.

For the first time in a long while, he is content to stay still, forehelm to forehelm with this stupid, leggy lovesick idiot.

Soundbee - based loosely on first meetings in the dark, secret things that can't be shared and promises that can't be kept, and the song Arms (newly added to the Soundbee playlist)

"So this is what you hide under that visor?" Bumblebee whirrs, voice soft and hushed, awed that the spindly mech he'd been laying with trusted him to this level. Trusted him enough to remove that dark visor, to show him a face very few had gotten to see.

He shifted, raising his hand - and Soundwave flinches, not out of distrust but out of instinct, out of experience, and a mortified apology is quickly spat out by the Decepticon, violet optics dark with some unreadable emotion. Too many have reacted with violence to this secret, is the quiet, silent thought in Bumblebee's head. By the way those optics look away from him, corners of that mouth turning down, he's right.

"I'm not like that. I would never hurt you, not now, not ever again." The yellow mech promises, cupping that dark, strange face. Soundwaves hisses softly, but he makes no move to pul away as his partner ghosts a thumb over the scar that bisects his mouth.

He turned his head into Bumblebee's hand, optics falling shut, and he presses a soft, chaste kiss to the palm of the scout's hand, a rush of emotions - promises - running through his EM field.

And they lay like that, Soundwave curled around the yellow mech, thin digits gently stroking over his doorwings, and eventually, the scout is brave enough to kiss him (those sharp, wicked teeth made him hesitant at first). And for a while, tucked away under blankets, hidden in the cool darkness of the spymaster's quarters, that is all that happens.

Well, and their cake burns.

But neither are very upset about that. Before Bumblebee leaves that night, Soundwave makes the remark "you feel like home to me" in the only language they both understand, soft and crooning and ended with a kiss that makes the scout wish he could stay longer.

Megaprowl - actually taking this from the last prompt @/theslagmaker sent me, about Prowl and Megatron being a cop/criminal duo that ends up falling into a forbidden relationship (also based on the song Undisclosed Desires from their playlist)

The alleys behind this distract are too small for his alt mode, so Prowl has resorted to running through them, following an all too familiar silhouette just out of his reach. His pedes slip over the broken ground here, but he doesn't stop. He's the authority around here. He can't let himself stop, can't let this criminal get away from him this time.

The alleyway breaks open into an empty street lined with closed shops, and Prowl can see now, the face of the mech he's chasing.

Megatron, the front of a rebellion that had been stewing in the slums of Kaon for a very long time. A mech that had committed murders, started riots and marches. An admittedly handsome mech. He turned, standing underneath the light of a flickering streetlight, hands on his hips.

Prowl thinks he looks very ruggish here. Even standing alone, the grey mech cut a intimidating figure, looking very much like the mech that was pulling Cybertron apart by the seams.

"You're never going to catch me, we both know it." Megatron taunted him, backing up and away from the light. Prowl meant to follow, to chase after him, but there's a screech and an alarm, and the cop has to leap back to avoid being hit by some mech zooming past at illegal speeds. The colors that blur by are familiar, but his attention is already back on Megatron.

Or, it would be, but the mech is gone.

Prowl would return to the office, defeated and dirty and cold. His fellow officers are delighted that he managed to find and dismantle yet another one of 'that ruthless criminal's headquarters, and his superior slaps him on the back and tells him to keep at it.

That he'll capture that glitch one day, and put him away forever.

He goes home, tired and disappointed. However, as soon as he opened the door, he is met with the deep baritone of his lover humming from the kitchen, the smell of a well spiced meal heavy in the air.

"How was work?" Calls out that voice, and Prowl just makes a disgusted sound.

"That bad, huh?" There's a chuckle from the kitchen, and the sound of glasses clinking. Drowning that out, however, is the slam of a door and the loud pitter patter of small pedes running towards the front door.

The little sparkling leaps for Prowl, and he catches him in his arms. Instantly, his mood brightens and he kissed Pursuit's forehelm, and then his cheeks and chin, making the tiny black and white giggle and duck his head, itty bitty doorwings fluttering like crazy, obviously delighted to get so much attention from his Carrier.

"Someone's happy to see you." Comes rumbling from the kitchen entrance, and Prowl looked up to see a familiar, ruggishly handsome face. Megatron smiled at his lover, and gestured towards the dinner table.

"I made dinner, you must be hungry after all that running around, love."

"Ha, you would know, wouldn't you? Did you pick Pursuit up from school?"

"Soundwave did, I was a bit busy faking a headquarters for you to catch, remember?" Megatron leaned in for a kiss, putting a hand over Pursuit's helm to block his son's line of sight. "He adores Pursuit, so he was practically delighted that I asked him to babysit."

Prowl hummed into the kiss, doorwings twitching upwards and outwards to showcase his delight. "Hm, good. Next time, don't make me chase you down the filthiest alleyway, though. I need a bath."

"I'll join you."

"Sire, Carrier, eewww, I don' wanna hear that!"

Both mechs burst out laughing, and Prowl squished his sparkling against his chest, peppering his tiny helm with kisses before letting the wriggling sparkling go. Watching him run into the kitchen, asking for the spiced energon this time, Megatron put a hand on his lover's back.

"Come on, lets go, before he tips the bowl over again and he needs a bath."

[petitelepus]

His Beloved And More, Part 5

Thanks to Brainstorm’s brilliant plan you’re tucked away in his habsuite. Nothing can go wrong... Or can they?

WARNING! There is major character death in this chapter and blood and gore. I do not recommend this chapter for those with sensitive mind.

Mechs were sad by your disappearance and many came to give Brainstorm their consoles. The scientist acted through them, thanking everyone but never letting them lose hope of seeing you again. They would all get to see you again and he would be a hero. Some mechs got uneasy by his positivity, but many of his friends dared to keep the hope up, even if it was just a facade for Brainstorm’s sake.

Their travels continued on and Brainstorm kept doing his usual job in the lab with Perceptor, but in his free time he would lock himself into his habsuite behind heavy steel doors and take you out on display as he would work on the cure for your humanity and sometimes shower your tank with his love.

Then the fated day came that the alarms went off in the laboratory. Perceptor and Brainstorm were right there reading damage reports when the grim news came, but there was not one bad new but two. The scientists quickly commed Ultra Magnus.

’Perceptor, what happened? The ship stopped moving forward and is twisting on its side.’ Ultra Magnus asked the former Wrecker scientist.

’I’m well aware of this Ultra Magnus. It appears that engine 2 has been sabotaged. I’m going there with Nightbeat and Nautica right now to see what is going on.’

’Good, let us know immediately what you find there.’

’There are more news.’ Perceptor added, sounding almost regretful for informing that.

’And they’re?’

’Grave. We lost contact with liaison’s capsule.’

’…I’m afraid I don’t understand. What do you mean Perceptor?’

’I regret telling you this, but I’m afraid that capsule has wandered far off its direction, but most likely, it has been eliminated by an outside force.’

’I see…’ Ultra Magnus grew quiet. ’Does Brainstorm know about this?’

’Yes. He’s rather upset now so I would recommend letting him think this through.’

’I understand. Find out what’s wrong with the engine and I’ll inform Rodimus and Megatron about her fate. We need to have a conversation about how to approach this to crew…’

’I understand.’

As Perceptor and his little team ventured to the engine room, Ultra Magnus approached his captains, and Brainstorm made his way to his habsuite. He seemed almost too happy, no one could tell what news he had just received.

Even if the news were fake, only he knew it and only he knew you were alive and well in his habsuite. He gained weird looks since he couldn’t contain some of his giggles of excitement. He couldn’t wait to see you and tell you how well his plan has worked!

Brainstorm entered his room and locked the door behind himself before approaching your safe. He hit the code in and your lovely calm face greeted as your tank emerged from the wall. Brainstorm smiled behind his mask at the sight of you and rested his forehead against the tank's cool glass as he looked at you.

”The plan worked my love…! Everything is going just as I planned! We’re so close to our goal…!” Brainstorm kept looking at you until this uneasy feeling settled to his tanks. Something was wrong. He took a look at your monitors that showed him your heart rate, brain waves, and everything else that was essential to keeping you alive. That’s when his spark froze.

Every monitor showed a straight line. Your heart monitor, brain line, lines everywhere!

”No, no, NO!”

How was it possible!? Was there something wrong with machinery that was supposed to keep you alive?! Brainstorm quickly yanked your tank aside to get a look at the machines he had planted inside the wall to support your body. What he saw made him see red.

A creature as big as the largest dog on Earth, with a disgusting tangled fur, along three-way split tail and horrible teeth was chewing on all the cables and tubes of his machinery, digging through metal and grounding it in its teeth before swallowing.

The little alien must have been the source of the failed engine and it had somehow ventured to Brainstorm’s habsuite and inside his wall where you rested. The biggest tube that had been completely destroyed just happened to be one pumping oxygen to your body.

"Get away from her!"

Without a second of doubt, Brainstorm snatched the alien to his hand in crushing grip and threw it across his habsuite, away from his machinery. There was a sickening squishy sound and crush, but the flier didn’t pay any attention to them. He quickly opened your tank and pulled you out, laying your limp body on the floor as he tried to resurrect you.

He tried everything he knew, pumping your chest carefully with the tips of his servos, patting your back, blowing air to your mouth, and giving you a little electricity to start your heart again…! But after struggling with your cold body for fifteen minutes everything turned grey in his optics. The only color he could see was your blue lips and he was taken over by an urgent need to kiss you. You two never really kissed, but you wouldn’t mind one kiss, would you?

With his mask off, Brainstorm gently kissed you, your cool unmoving lips pressing against his warm soft metal lips. He kept kissing you in sad hopes that you would magically wake up as all the princesses did in your favorite movies at Earth Movie Nights, but no matter how much he showered you in his love you wouldn’t wake up.

Brainstorm stopped kissing you and just stared at your body. There was a bing in his commlink, telling him someone was trying to contact him, but he ignored it. His plans and your shared future together…! All ruined by an uncounted accident.

No, Brainstorm wouldn’t let you disappear, he wouldn’t lose you. But… He just lost you…

'Brainstorm…? Why are you sad?'

Was that...? Your voice!

Brainstorm looked at you with his optics widening in joy, already expecting your eyes to slowly blink open and look at him with life in your eyes… but there you laid, unmoving and cold. But it was your voice that he heard, laced with worry over your loved one aka him. Brainstorm held his helm and curled over himself.

”I- it happened again…! First Quark and now you! Why I lose everyone I care about!?” He cried out loud. ”I really tried this time, I really did! I tried my hardest and it wasn't enough!”

'But Brainstorm, you haven’t lost me. I’ll always be with you because I love you.'

Your voice was gentle and it sounded like you were smiling at him like during those times when you just held him in your lap and stroked his helm so peacefully and lovingly.

”It’s not enough! I want to see you smile, I want to kiss you and hold you! I can’t love you this way like I want to!” He cried in despair, but you didn't disappear.

'Then do what you must to bring me back. You’re a brilliant scientist, aren’t you? I know if there is anyone who can do it it’s you.'

Yes, you were right…! There was still hope…! You weren’t gone yet! Your heart may not have been pumping, but you could still be saved! Brainstorm didn’t know much about humans, but his latest experiments could be essentials to return you to your glory!

First, he had to save you! The thing that made you. Your brains!

Brainstorm giggled, quickly jumping to his pedes and running to his little instrument cabinet! He picked up a thing or two, humming a happy tune as he made his way back to you. The scientist put all the little saws, drills, and containers around you and picked up a specially big and sharp scalpel, sharp enough to cut through your flesh and bones with ease.

'Will it hurt Brainstorm…?'

You sounded frightened but more worried than anything else.

”It will hurt a little bit, but bear with me my beloved…! It’s all for our future together…!” Brainstorm assured you with a wicked grin as he made the first bloody cut across your forehead.

For the next hour or so, the flier ignored all the attempts of others to contact him for one reason or another, was it the loss of your signal or mysterious alien sabotaging ship. He was too busy saving your relationship and one of the healthy relationship bases was quality time together.

With the last piece of you saved, Brainstorm smiled and looked down at his handwork. There was blood, dark, cold, and sticky, everywhere and all over mech’s hands, but the messy job was worth it because you were now categorized so neatly!

Every single piece of you, organs, limbs, extra blood, all categorized into their very own tanks, bottles, and vials!

'Wow, I had so little blood in me…!'

”I think you’re thinking about that Dexter series’ first season you made us watch. There were far more humans killed in that blood-filled room episode.”

'I always thought 5 liters would look bigger.'

Brainstorm chuckled. You were sometimes so silly. Brainstorm carefully picked your brains he had put to the side and carried them to his secret little lab inside the wall. He would need to collect every single bit of data and memory before your brain cells would lose all the information they hold in them.

He placed your brains on the stand and turned away to activate his machines and take out a handful of long sharp needles that he should definitely not have in his possession.

'What are those for Brainstorm?'

”Brilliant question my sweet spark! These needles are usually used when performing mnemosurgery on mechs for they have a unique feature in them that allows them to work through electricity with Cybertronian brain modules. Seeing that your humans' brains also work with electricity, I’m going to electrocute your brains to keep your brain cells active so they won’t die out too much before I get every essence of you saved to this little chip here on the computer.” Brainstorm explained, briefly motioning to the minimalistic supercomputer on the side while he attached wires to needles.

'Is it going to hurt also…? I don’t like needles…'

”I know you don’t, my darling oilcake, but bear with me…” The scientist grinned, pushing the first needle into your brains. ”There are only 13 needles left…!”

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Fanfic Meme

🏅 What is the fic you’re most proud of?

I think it’s gotta be Starting Over, Starting Right.

Because, whether writing under the guise of shipping or not, I wanted to establish how I write Megatron as a character. Completely stripped of any of his powers, living just with his immortal spark and the weight of his actions, he has to do SOMETHING. He was cleansed and forgiven, made new by Primus, but he knows that means nothing to the people of the universe that his actions hurt so terribly.

He isn’t going to be welcomed back with open arms. People are going to be upset, angry, maybe just uncomfortable in some cases, but he must accept that it’s a consequence. Since Primus wants him to keep living, he needs to do SOMETHING, so I am quite proud of being able to establish that he can, indeed, reflect and try to use the tools he has been given to forge a path forward, whether it ends with him back on Cybertron, or somewhere new, or even as a drifter.

I’m proud of showing that, despite liking him as much as I do, I clearly don’t condone Megs’ wartime actions? It’s stupid I have to say that point-blank, but yeah, I obviously want him to have to work HARD for whatever it is he has moving forward. You don’t get a free pass from society just because your Creator pressed the reset button. Do better.

💕 What is the WIP that you are most excited about?

Hhhh to be honest? Not much right now.

I have my Digimon/TFP crossover in the works, but you have to do so much work to establish OCs that your readers will care about that it’s kind of exhausting. I love the story and my outline for it, but I’m too burnt out right now to try doing much with it.

Just TF-wise, I have a one-shot series I’m dabbling with based on Trilogy Cannonball and his crew, and Thundercracker’s attempts to track them down to find Skywarp the war. It’s a bit more angsty than I’ve written in a long time, but I don’t have an idea for an end point yet, so I’m not touching it much. I’m still excited for whenever I figure it out, tho.