#Transformers x y/n

[kandy-sticks-zaza-blogs]

What if....

I make Y/N,Dion and Sentinel as a trio?

Y/N would be a reincarnation of Transformers animated who died in a different timeline.

Dion would be a reincarnation of G1 Dion.

Sentinel would be a reincarnation of Transformers One Sentinel.

They would be a prideful trio everyone hate except Y/N and they are reincarnated as a punishment that goddamn Primus wouldn't let you rest in your afterlife.

I swear I feel like I wanna write a fanfic about them.

You met eachother when the Decepticon begins the war you felt connected with the two civilians realising that they are reincarnated like you.

When Optimus save you three from the war giving you shelter he began assign you to team up with the bozos as you three complained.

Oh boy these two having a trauma in their past life in another alternative universe seeing Optimus. Sentinel regret looking down on Orion Pax and got killed by Megatron and Dion cried about his death that he got shot Infront of his old best friend.

You died for being prideful doing the revenge for Blurr then got killed by Megatron as you three faced off the trauma together.

Well the teamwork didn't go well you three are always arguing and making fun of eachother.

Sentinel would love showing off,Dion is doing his job while you too busy watching cartoons alot.

Sentinel:Geez I hope you die soon Y/N.

You:YOU ARE MY BEST FRIENDS!!IF YOU DYING YOU DYING WITH ME,AIN'T NO CHOICE!!

[mehiwilldoitlater]

Its me!...part 2 of the Sunstreaker fic?

I think your works are great 2!

Have a great day/night and dont overwork yourself!

"I must say! I'm quite happy to know that you decided to follow us! I never believed that you were the kind of mech that enjoys a good day in the sun; he'll, I never believed that you even like the sun. Which is absurd is in your name, right?! In any case, we've never had such a solo time like this, right? I would love to show you my favorite places, like "

"Blue?"

"Yes?"

"Shut up."

And so the young Datsun fell into an awkward silence.

How much he hated this situation, and it was just your own fault! 

Why didbyou had to mention that blabbering idiot, especially since you were so eager to get a ride with him!

Well, technically, you asked Sunstreaker first, and he responded that he had no intention to get his interior ruined by any of your fleshy substances. You just shrugged off and went inside Bluestreak. Was he just so easy to leave like that?! Or you just were too patient with him and accepted his request...

Whatever was the main reason, the only thing Sunstreaker was sure was that that day was just wasted, with you two dorks attending to...what was that again?

The small white tents were easily spotted in the green of the park that you were approaching. Smell of candies and fries, laughter, and the eating of some old music from grammophones around...

A second-hand market...great.

"Hey, y/n, "he didn't even try to hide how bored he was." "Explai to me how can you find this stuff interesting."

"Well," you started, "it's just...neat, i guess?" I like old and vintage staff; they have some kind of charm on them."

"Like Ratchet!" You laugh at the Datsun naive comparison of the Medic with some old radios.

Sun streaker observed with a side eye the two of you. Beside how stupid and boring the jokes between you two were, he didn't understand the small bond you shared with his comrade.

He couldn't understand how you did it; keep it up with all of his talking! Not only that, you were kind enough to remind him of the main subject and get him back on track. Your compassion over that bot was commendable, yes, but of everybody, why him?!

He really wanted to accept Hound even with all that earthy loving staff, but that almost like Prowl copy wlaking around was a mystery to him!

" Sun! Are you coming or what?"

And while he was regretting every aspect of this day, he heard your voice calling his half-said name while you and that other idiot were reaching the market.

"It's Sunstreaker! Not sun!" He screamed while reaching both of you!

"It's your name!" Laughed Bluestreak.

"Yeah, I want it all in one phrase."

"Ok, ok, as you wish!"

The place was quite big, and, by the looks on the faces of people, unfatered by Bluestreak turning into a giant robot, it seemed that you two had been usual customers around. A few sellers even greeted him, showing him a few of their newly found vintage products, and he even remembered a few of their names.

Now, that's explained the pile of junk that he had started to pile up in his quarter.

Sunstreaker, on the other hand, felt uneasy around all of these humans. He always claimed to be fleshy-tolerant; he knew that, despite their so many flaws, they could make a few good staffers and there, yet what he felt was different. He felt... out of place. And not only about the market; it was what was between you and Bluestreak. 

He knew that you and the machine were closed; you loved to spend time with the young one, acting more like an older sibling to him, and Sunstreaker Just couldn't grasp half of what you both shared. 

Not like that wasn't his fault somehow...

You did give him so many chances to get closer, and he just dumped them all down without thinking twice, yet you were still friendly and nice to him. He didn't know if you were just stupid or too nice for your own good. 

"Hey Sunstreaker!" Your voice took him back to the real world. "We can go to the arts area if you like! It's not far; I bet you can find something that you like!"

"You don't have to do that if you don't want that."

"Nonsense!" you laughed it off. "We're here together, right? It's a chance to explore that area too!"

"Like in the videogames!"

"YEAH!"

He snickered but tried to hide it immediately. That was a joke that he could understand.

///

He needed to admit it; the area was packed with interesting works and hidden gems. Many of the ones that were working there were artists themselves or re-sellers that somehow ended up there for one motif or another. In many cases, they were artists that no one ever gave them a chance, idiots that could not recognize talent even if smacked with it, or ones that did in fact find some good species and decide to put themselves in the market, less full of pompous conosseures.

He had found himself a few times stopping by, admiring a few of the paintings in some of the small stands, many of them watched by some elderly people that arrowed their eyes once he approached them. Unlike the other vendors, they weren't that used to seeing a giant robot roaming around.

"Find anything of your liking?"

You approached him, watching the same portrait of some geometric forms made with different colors on a black-pitch canvas.

"...I guess..."

"We can ask the price if you want!"

"You couldn't accept it anyway..."

"It can be a future present; who knows!"

He looked at you again, feeling that strange grasp on his spark like the previous day. He tried again to draw you away from him, and you were still there. He cleared his throat, like if there was anything to clear, keep on watching the paintings...even if now it was more like a distraction from his thoughts than something else.

No one was ever able to get him, only his brother. Sideswipe, his Spark Brother, the One with whom he shared not only a life but his Spark itself, was the only mech that he genuinely appreciated. He knew how to get him; he knew that he could speak to him; if no one could, he was the only one.

And then you came in the picture. Sideswipe was good with you, but he was good with everyone. To let him get along with you was natural, and, since his nature, Sideswipe was the main reason why at the beginning you were able to have some time with Sunstreaker, despite his unsoffarable nature.

But then you started to be nice to him, even on your own. You weren't like his brother; you were...softer, brighter.

You were the second person in the universe that didn't turn away even after he treated you poorly.

"You've been awfully quiet," you spoke, checking a small canvas with a few flowers in it. "Something in your mind?"

You were in his mind.

"...nothing serious..."

"...You sure?" You raised your eyebrow, noticing that he had been checking the same paintings for minutes now.

"...well-"

"Y/N! Come here quick!!!"

Bluestreak called back to you, pointing something in the next stand. You suddenly left the canvas, running towards your friends.

Sunstreaker felt...irritated. 

Bluestreak could have every day with them...

Right?

///

You checked the clock again, then started to look around. How hard is it to lose two big chucky robots around?! Well, easily you guessed, since both of them were gone almost an hour ago, but it seemed a little urgent. You didn't actually catch what was happening at the moment; what you knew was that, at some point, you noticed Sunstreaker getting closer to Bluestreak, told him something, and then they both started to walk away. You noticed Bluestreaker making a few gestures to you, like telling you that he was coming back, but that was all.

Now you were there, waiting, hoping that they didn't dump you there.

You started to consider taking the bus to get back home when you noticed certain yellow cars coming closer. Despite noticing that one of the two was back, it seemed strange nonetheless since Blue was the one missing now.

"Hey, it's all okay? You disappeared all of a sudden!"

"Yeah," he said, in a strangely calm and relaxed tone. "There was an issue at the base; they needed him like...pronto."

"Oh gosh! I shouldn't have asked him to accompany if he was that busy today."

"No, no, it was a sudden thing; he said he's sorry that he had to leave like this."

Well, it seemed legit—even if it was quite odd from Blue to just leave you there without a proper farewell to the next days. And, with all the respect of the bot, it was strange that Sunstreaker didn't get the chance to run away from you both, even if it meant more work for him... But, besides the oddity, there was literally no explanation for why Sun should have lied to you. For what purpose then?

You learned that Sun was someone quite difficult to read, even for you, but if he decided to stay, then why question him? 

"Allright, shall we go?"

"Uh?" You looked at him a little buzzed, while he was already pointing to some more stands, specifically one that sold some statues.

"You wanted to see this market; if I leave you alone, I won't hear the end from Bluestreak."

That was...surprising. He, the One that had never accepted one of your invitations, never had hanged around with you or the other, and never partecipated in any of the earthly activities together, had just agreed to stay longer there.

"You know that you don't have tò, right?"

"Yes, you're right."

And with that, he kept on going, while you started to follow him.

///

It was...a nice day! It surprised you..and himself. 

You had a few minutes of embarrassing silence, awkward moments of not taking jokes, and some more miscommunication, but something came out of it.

He finally started to get out of his shell, making some jokes that were both yours, and you learned some more things about him—as him of you.

He seemed more relaxed than ever, satisfied for something even—maybe for the objects that he was able to get that day—that were quite a few, where he even had found the money you'll never know.

You never noticed, maybe because he had done it on such rare occasions, but his laugh was completely opposite from the one that Sideswipe tended to do. While Sideswipe laughed like a thunder, it was strong, warm, and contagious in some sense. Sunstreaker laugh instead was like made of crystals, soft as a whisper and low as a baritone. Sometimes it was hard to perceive it, but it became clear when you managed to notice the small grin on his face when he had just stopped laughing or thinking about something hilarious.

"You need to tell me how you convinced them to take everything at my place!" You exclaimed, sitting while he was riding you back home, some small smooth jazz on his radio.

"I'm persuasive; what can I say?"

You hummed a little, still checking the list that showed how much you, especially him, had bought, while you held your smaller purses in your backpack.

"You know," you broke the silence. "I was that sure that, after Blue had to leave, you would have left me there on my own... I'm happy that you didn't!"

"Oh?" He had an interest in his voice, like waiting for a result. "Why is that?"

"Because you opened up a little with me! I love it—this day, I mean, a lot! We should do it again!"

"Well... technically Ratchet told you to help me to bond... so I guess it's not such a bad idea..I have a few places that I would love to visit."

You accepted the offer right away; almost all of them were art-related, but they seemed reachable even for you. He had explained that, since you really had some sort of kick for art, to help you grow your expertise. It seemed like a genuine motive, so in the end accepting was an immediate reaction.

He dropped you home, not after having a long talk for a few minutes near the sidewalk, just chatting about what you needed to do in the next few days, your future visits, some programs made with other bots, and some usual stuff.

He left only after you had entered your house, showing a gentle side that it was quite unexpected by him.

During the ride back at the base, SunStreaker wasn't nervous about what was going to happen; he was just bothered because the worst-case scenario was a long talk with Prime about his behavior...And maybe a silent treatment from Bluestreak that sounded far too good for his own likely. No, the worst thing in his head wasn't some kind of punishment; it was that the first voice he had heard after turning on his radio was the snickering voice of his twin.

"How did your date go, Sunny?"

"No comments...and it wasn't a date!"

"Ah! And why did you make up an emergency call for Blue then?!"

"He bothered me."

"Ummm, my guesses are that you wanted to stay alone with a certain human, imma, right?"

The long silence, followed by a burst of laughter, was an enough answer.

@prowler-prowlz

[still-not-over-transformers]

hi! could you do i mirage x fem bot where she's kinda got the build of a mech and is super self conscious about it. and when noah and elena meet her they think she's a mech and she gets upset and they've got no clue whats going on but mirage does and he comforts her? sorry if this doesn't make sense 🫶

Just the Way You Are

ROTB Mirage x Femme Autobot Reader

Warnings: None

Word Count: 1300

You had heard much about the Autobots’ human allies. As you waited patiently inside a warehouse which was the current hideout for Optimus Prime and the Autobots, you couldn’t help but feel excited. You had never directly interacted with humans during your short time on Earth, and you were looking forward to finally meeting them. Shortly after the Transwarp key had sent its beacon into the cosmos, you had followed its signal in your ship to Earth. This is where you would come to join up with the Autobots and make this planet your temporary new home. 

As for your new comrades, you found them to be welcoming but you got along with some better than others. Of course you regarded Optimus with the utmost respect, but he wasn’t much for conversation and you didn’t want to risk embarrassing yourself in front of him. Arcee was informative and kind; Bumblebee was quirky and fun; but Mirage definitely made you feel far more comfortable. Actually, he made you laugh quite a bit, and despite Mirage’s antics often butting heads with Optimus, you couldn’t help but want to spend more time with him. Besides, he was highly in-tune with human culture and close friends with their human companions. 

Your thoughts were interrupted as you heard the familiar rev of Mirage’s engine, causing you to transform from your vehicle mode into your Cybertronian form. In usual Mirage-fashion, the mech peeled into the warehouse in his Porsche vehicle mode before halting to a sudden stop. You couldn’t help but roll your optics slightly, thinking to yourself Always with the dramatic entrance. 

As Mirage parked, both the driver’s side and passenger doors opened, allowing two humans to emerge. Once his cab was empty, Mirage transformed from his vehicle mode and stretched his limbs. As he glanced around, Mirage’s optics focused on you, “Hey, Y/N! Ready to meet my friends?” His tone was upbeat and full of excitement as he beamed with eagerness. You took a few steps forward before focusing your gaze towards the two small human figures standing before you. “I’m glad to meet your acquaintance. I am Y/N,” you lower your frame slightly, trying to decrease the height difference as much as you can. 

Mirage steps in to introduce everyone, “Y/N, this is my boi, Noah, and the badass Elena.” Both Noah and Elena smile up at you, with Noah stepping forward to address you, “Y/N, it’s an honor to meet you. It’s great to have another Autobot on the team. Maybe Mirage, you, and me can head out on the town afterwards. Just the three of us guys hanging out.” Before you can fully process Noah’s words, Elena chimes in, “It’s nice to have you joining us, Y/N. Hopefully Mirage and Noah don’t rub off on you too much. Honestly, we don’t need too many boys misbehaving after all.” 

You pause briefly, taking in what you just heard, Do they think I’m a… mech? You tried to keep your thoughts to yourself, attempting to force your emotions to the back of your mind. As much as you tried, you couldn’t stop the surge of emotions that would ultimately bubble to the surface. You were aware that your frame build wasn’t as feminine as a bot such as Arcee. That you were built thicker and more muscular than the average femme on Cybertron, a fact that had plagued you even before the war, as many a mech would make a jab at your more masculine appearance and voice. It all would become too much, and your body language betrayed your thoughts and feelings. 

Noah and Elena watched you in confusion, unsure of what was bothering you. Noah stepped forward to speak, “Hey, Y/N, are you okay? Was it something we said?” 

Unable to contain your emotions any longer, you turned suddenly and glared down at 

Noah and Elena. “Yes it was something you said! It’s something that everyone, human or Cybertronian, apparently has to point out!” Your words came out in a tone of both anger and agony. You would swiftly turn away and transform into your alt mode, before driving out of the warehouse, your destination: anywhere but here. 

Both Noah and Elena are left speechless and with a sense of guilt, although they had no idea why. Mirage looked down at the two of them and gestured to Noah, “Hey, don’t worry about it. I’ve got this.” He quickly shuffled away from them both, transforming into his vehicle mode then driving off in pursuit of Y/N. After a short drive, Mirage follows your trail to a secluded and abandoned lighthouse on the edge of the bay. Mirage had been here before and knew this was usually where you went to relax or calm down after a hard day. Mirage transformed from his vehicle mode and walked around the exterior of the lighthouse, finding you sitting down, your back leaned against the building. He notices your dour demeanor and softly speaks, “Hey… Y/N, are you feeling alright?”

Although you weren’t expecting Mirage to follow you after your outburst, you weren’t surprised as he was Mirage after all. You kept your gaze averted from Mirage, “...I could be better…”

 Mirage tries to keep a positive attitude and sits beside you, scooching closer to you, “I’m really sorry for Noah and Elena… I promise you they didn’t mean to offend you. Even humans can make mistakes and I’ll let them know what’s up.” His optics are locked onto you, his expression soft but clearly full of concern. 

“I’m sorry if I overreacted, but… it’s not just them, it’s just… everything and it’s hard not to be affected by it.” Your entire life you had to struggle with your appearance and how so many Cybertronians mistook your gender. You always tried to ignore and deny how this made you feel, but there was only so much you could handle. Despite having known him for a short time, Mirage had always tried to make you feel better in his own quirky way. You always laughed at his jokes and you were always down to join him on patrols or occasionally risk a lecture from Prime after breaking curfew. Primus forbid anyone should know you had developed a crush on him, although you never thought you had a chance with someone like him. 

Sensing your distress, Mirage shifts towards you and places a servo on your shoulder. “Y/N, I’m gonna be honest with you. You’re cute as hell and I think you are one of the finest femmes in the universe.” He flashes a brief smirk before his expression changes to be softer and more vulnerable. Mirage begins to go off on details about your personality and how he finds your mannerisms absolutely adorable. But this mech isn’t done yet. “Don’t get me started on how a chick who could bench me is beyond hot as slag. And don’t get me started on what’s ‘feminine.’ Cause what even defines that? Tall, short, skinny, built, thick, all the same to me.” He fires off a shameless wink towards you before clearing his throat and re-focusing, “Look, Y/N, I’m sorry I haven’t told you sooner, but I really like you. As in… ‘like you’ like you. But… I understand if you don’t feel the sam–”

Before Mirage can finish his sentence, you wrap your arms around him and pull him close, planting a soft kiss on his cheek. Catching yourself, you quickly pull away embarrassed, “...I-i’m sorry…! I don’t know what came over me—” You are in-turn surprised as Mirage brings you close once more and kisses you, 

As his lips slowly pull away, Mirage smirks to you, “I one-million percent feel the same.” 

END

[blackgirlfandomwriter]

Sneaking Out Shortcanon (Bayverse Ironhide)

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~ Being a 22-year-old college student that still lived with their parents was annoying, to say the least

~ Even though you're an adult, your parents still follow the "My house, My rules" saying.

~ Meaning your curfew..... was 10 o'clock 😐

~ At first Ironhide had to beg and bribe you to sneak out with him

~ Literally 🤣

~ To his benefit, you eventually gave in 

"Come on Y/N, what could your parents really do? Ground you?"

"Fine, fine I'm coming"

~ When you first snuck out it was nothing more than a long drive accompanied by a loving conversation 

~ He literally just needed your presence that night 🥺

~ After this, sneaking out became more frequent for you

~ Ironhide even started taking you back to base with him

~ Not to mention, sneaking back in was way easier than you thought

~ No motion sensors or alarms!?!? Oh yeah, you were all set 🤣

[it-happened-one-fic]

Gems - Fortress Maximus

Author Notes: Last fic for today, but I wanted to get the fics I hadn't written for my usual fandoms posted today as a sort of treat for myself. Don't worry, as of next week it'll be back to the usually scheduled fics. I wrote this while listening to "Meet Me in The Wood" by Lord Huron. Reader is human and gender-neutral, I hope you enjoy

Type: Fluff/ platonic or romantic (whichever you prefer)/ gender neutral reader

Word count: 1983

I watched as the familiar but heartbreaking presence of Fortress Maximus passed me by. Finding him on Garrus-9 had both been a relief and a nightmare in the making. 

What Overlord had done was beyond wrong and Max had scars that would last him for a lifetime. That, added to the fact that he’d snapped, hurt Rung, and thus had himself deemed dangerous was more than enough to worsen his view on both life and himself.

 I hadn’t met him till after he’d been found, but even I could tell that what was left now was a mere husk of the mech who’d kept track of all the inmates of Garrus-9. 

I found myself trotting out the door, following the enormous mech that typically avoided me. I was small compared to most Cybertronians to say the least, but compared to him I was downright miniscule. But, despite that, he always seemed to know where I was. Except for this time.

Currently he was so deep in his thoughts and memories that he was oblivious to my presence.

 I couldn’t blame him, though. Receiving news of Overlord was likely beyond horrifying for the gigantic fellow. 

I had to run full-tilt to have any hope of catching up to him before he made it to his berth-room where he would doubtless stew on his trauma and newfound info on Overlord.

 I couldn’t say that Max would seek vengeance. He wasn’t the type to sneak away and go off on a revenge-driven mission. Instead, he was the type to withdraw from all social contact and beat himself up over things that were anything but his fault.

And that was something I couldn’t stand. I hadn’t known Max long, but I could tell he was a gentle soul who avoided me for fear of hurting me. 

Despite Rodimus’s hypothesis that Max was afraid of humans, something told me that he wasn’t. I’d seen his discreet glances and hidden smiles that were directed specifically at me. 

No one else on this ship was as close to the floor as I was, so who else could it be directed at?

I was panting by the time I’d gotten close enough to hope that he would hear my call. Loud to my ears, but probably close to a whisper for him considering the raw distance between me and his helm, “MAX!”

He turned, despite all odds, and his optics immediately landed on me. He looked exhausted, with his expression holding the kind of fatigue that went beyond weariness and delved straight into his innermost core.

What was worse was that he’d looked that way for days. Even Rung had confided in me during lunch that he was very concerned for his patient/friend. 

Max was worse than he’d ever been and something told me it was more than just lack of sleep.

“Max are you…” I struggled to come right out and question his well-being. 

Max didn’t like for others to worry about him. In fact, he avoided attention as much as he could. 

But right now he just stared down at me. Tried but as patient as ever. Making me feel ridiculous for struggling to ask him a very, very simple question.

I sighed, inhaling before coming right out and asking exactly what I’d come to ask, “Are you alright?” 

He blinked at me, having the audacity to look surprised at my concern. Were it anyone else I might have been irritated. But this was Max. He probably didn’t think anyone, much less the lone human on this ship, cared.

“You look exhausted and… Well, I know something is wrong.” 

He snorted, surprising me with the cynical sound, “Isn’t something always wrong around here?” He straightened, optics scanning the hallway like he was making sure no one else was around.

I mean��� He wasn’t wrong. This crew had run into one issue after another. “Well, yeah. But this is sort of worse than usual, isn’t it?”

His optics flicked back down to me, a sort of hollowness to his gaze as he uttered two words, “Is it?”

I almost cringed at his question. Because it was definitely worse than usual. Max was never like this.

 “Max… You haven’t been acting right these past few days and I… I’m worried,” I faltered slightly, hardly knowing what to say but also desperate to do something for this gigantic, but uniquely gentle mech.

There was a flatness to his tone when he answered, “I haven’t been ‘right’ since I woke up back on Garrus-9.” 

This time I did cringe. His words were likely true, and it was to be expected. No one could have come out that unchanged.

But at my reaction, the mech’s expression softened slightly and he shook his head, “I’m sorry. It’s not your fault and you’re being very kind. You have been very kind this entire time.”

He sighed, rubbing at his neck awkwardly before gesturing to the door, “Would you like to come in?” 

I barely hid my surprise at his offer. 

Max had been shy at best since coming here and my best attempts at befriending him were usually met with polite refusals. Him inviting me into his berth-room could only mean one thing. He really was upset this time. Upset enough that he couldn’t turn away offers of assistance.

I nodded though, following him into the dark room that soon flickered with cold blue light as the sensors registered our presence. His room was surprisingly bare, there was little in the way of personal items. In fact, if I were to be blunt, it seemed cold and impersonal.

“So… What is this all about Max?” He turned slightly, meeting my eyes with a guarded look. He sighed though, seemingly surrendering to the fact that I was here now, and lowered his servo for me to clamber onto.

He was unfailingly gentle when he held me. In many ways, he seemed to be terrified that he would hurt me even though I knew just from his actions that he’d sooner injure himself. He took slow steps, careful not to jostle me as we moved across the room.

He barely tilted his servo, letting me slide off and onto his berth which he sat down on next to me. “I’ve been thinking about everything that’s happened.”

I nodded at his answer as I settled in for a long talk with him, “Everything that has happened since coming here or…?” I trailed off, not quite willing to bring up that period of his life.

ButI was spared as he glanced sideways at me, knowing exactly what I meant, “Both.”

I hummed, out of my element but determined to try and help Max sort through his current troubles. If I could get him started talking then hopefully Rung could step in and finish up during their appointments. 

“Did the recent…” I paused, searching for the word. Overlord showing up in our basement was bad enough, now he was loose and seemed to still have an obsession with the mech next to me, “The recent information start all of this?”

Max merely snorted and shook his head, “No. This has been coming on for a while. I suppose I’m lost. I don’t know who I am anymore and I can’t go back to the way I was…. Not now.”

That was… A lot more than I had expected. Max was usually so quiet, I’d never thought he’d actually open up. Much less to me.

I hesitantly reached out, cautiously brushing my hand against his servo that rested next to me and he looked down. He wasn’t surprised, just tired looking.

 I offered a weak smile as I did my best to offer advice and comfort, “Change is natural. Everyone goes through change.”

He smiled at me wryly, “You sound like Rung.”

 I snorted despite myself at his words, “Is that a good thing?”

His smile fell and he looked off to the side, “Well… I kind of wanted to talk to you.” I stilled at his words, realizing exactly how stupid I’d been to try and behave like Rung. If he wanted to talk to his therapist he could have. But he hadn’t. He’d invited me into his berth room to talk to me.

I shifted awkwardly, looking away, unsure as to why he would want to talk to me but resolving to do just that and let him talk to me. Because even if it was awkward I could do that for him at the very least.

If I wanted him to tell me about his scars I’d have to share mine. 

“I… uh. I lost track of myself too at one point after coming here.” I was tense as his head swiveled so he could stare at me with wide optics. I couldn’t bring myself to look back at him, instead opting to lift my shoulder in a self-conscious half-shrug. 

“I guess that when I came aboard I hadn’t realized how much my home had been a part of me….” I could feel his silent stare, prodding me to continue so I did, feeling more and more awkward the second.

“Being away from Earth has been difficult and when….” I inhaled, encouraging myself to keep going, “Well… when you lose track of yourself it can’t help but be hard.”

I shook my head, because hard wasn’t the right word. I looked up at him, finally meeting his gaze, “In fact, it's beyond hard. It feels impossible sometimes. You learn things you don’t like about yourself and you want to change but stay the same all at once.”

I felt myself quail slightly under the weight of his stare, “At least… That’s how it’s been for me.” 

His gaze softened and he nodded, “It is.” 

Silence fell after his answer, and I really didn’t know what else to say. I could only hope he’d take the opening I’d given him to talk about his troubles.

He looked away, venting loudly as if he were preparing, “I don’t know if I’m a coward, weak, or a fool.” He looked back towards, sympathetic sadness lingering in his optics, “But I do know I’m not as brave as I thought.”

I felt myself smile slightly, a somber expression, but the best reassurance I could muster in this oddly raw moment. “I think you’re brave. You’ve lasted far longer than I would have under some pretty impossible pressure.”

I hesitated in the face of his slight smile, not sure if I could or should continue. Perhaps my current thoughts would sound stupid. But I forged onwards anyways, keeping a smile on my face as I continued, “You know, back on Earth they say diamonds are formed under pressure and that we see new parts of ourselves when things are at their worst. Maybe that’s what’s happening to us.”

He smiled, a little bigger and a little brighter this time. It made me wonder what he was like before he’d seen hell and came back out. Fire-forged, but scarred and wounded. “Maybe.”

I smiled back at him, feeling a little bit more genuine with this smile before looking away and allowing myself a quiet exhale. 

I was relieved that he seemed to feel a bit better and mortified that I’d shared what made me feel so shallow. I wasn’t the only one away from home after all….

“For what it’s worth,” His words dragged my startled attention back to him. I’d thought he was done…

“I think you’ll make one of the loveliest of all the gems Earth has ever made.'' I blinked up at him and he looked away, coughing slightly into his servo.

 I felt myself smile and nudged his other servo again, immediately gaining his attention, “Thanks Max. But I’m supposed to be comforting you.”

He grinned, a truly genuine one this time, “No reason I can’t do the same for you.”

[homeybadger]

This You?

Pairing(s): Ratchet x ex-Decepticon!reader (platonic), Tony Stark x ex-Decepticon!reader (platonic)

Warnings: violence, reader uses weapons, injuries/blood, reader is a bit agressive

Notes: I'm so sorry if I completely butcher these characters/world. Italics are the reader's thoughts, and *** is a time skip. The reader is a Pretender, a bot that can look like a human

One could argue that you had never looked more like a true Decepticon than this very moment.

The red glow of your eyes reflected off the metallic surface of your outstretched weapon as you stalked forward. Instinctually your face twisted itself into a sneer as the human before you desperately crawled backwards, scrambling over shards of broken glass in a fruitless attempt to reach non-existent safety.

"Not so pleasant, now is it?"

The words left your mouth in all but a feral growl as you effortlessly slammed him against the side of an upturned vehicle. The human's fearful cry of pain fell of deaf ears as you grabbed his hair and yanked forward. You drug him by the scalp for a few steps, eager to make your friend's attacker suffer, and in one swift motion you angled him to properly aim your weapon directly in his face.

"Apparently, this is the only language you actually understand."

Before you had the chance to fire, to exact revenge for your fallen friend, a familiar groan broke your concentration. Your gaze instinctually shot towards the quiet noise, eyes widening as the figure moved.

Thank the Allspark, he's alive!

The human, still captured in your grasp, shoved against your arm- wiping thin trails of his blood against your form. You simply watched him blabber garbled and desperate pleads, righteous fury and pure relief warring in your gut.

How dare they do something like this? To him, of all bots?

The downed form in the distance twitched, and you sighed. From the reflection of the human's tears, you briefly noticed the glow of your eyes switch from red to blue.

"I'll let you live, for now. You come back and I'll finish the job."

Although the threat came out weaker than you intended, the human nodded rapidly in agreement. Carelessly, you dropped him to the ground- waiting long enough to ensure the man was actually leaving before rushing towards the fallen bot.

As you sprinted towards him, he finally noticed your existence. Weakly, the Autobot attempted to drag himself away, eyes narrowing in a suspicious glare. You skid to a halt, raising your arms in an attempt to display your intentions.

I can't waste any time. He needs help, fast.

"What... do you... want from me?"

His words came out in-between harsh coughs that jostled his severely damaged form. Your eyes tracked a stream of Energon leaking slowly from the corner of his mouth, its path down his green paint disrupted by the gaping hole in his side. You fought the urge to glance at your shoulder, to remind yourself of the allegiance you left behind you. Instead, you took another few steps forward.

"I'm just here to help Ratchet. You know me, remember?"

Groaning, Ratchet hauled himself up into a sitting position, shooting you a harsh glare as you moved closer to assist. You could practically hear Starscream's insults taunting you, calling you useless among other things.

"We can't be out in the open like this. We're both being hunted now."

Ratchet paused his movements and you took the opportunity to transform into a hopefully more recognizable form. The same form you'd donned when Megatron revealed your prior allegiance to the Autobots. The same form who'd looked into Ratchet's eyes as Optimus shunned you from the Autobot base, despite your attempted explanations.

While Starscream called it primitive, you found it incredibly useful to pass as a human on this planet.

Ratchet's eyes instantly widened in recognition, before another cough wracked through his body. This time, however, he allowed you to stable him before he could slump forward.

You noticed how his brows furrowed in concern at your now tinier form supporting the weight of his significantly larger one.

"I'm still just as strong Ratchet, don't worry. Now, let's get you out of here."

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You'd been absentmindedly pushing bits of a meal around your plate when a stranger slid into your secluded booth at the diner. You both were quiet for a moment as you studied him- styled goatee and casual suit sticking out like a sore thumb. You sighed, passively rolling your eyes in annoyance.

"Listen, bud. I've had quite the night, so if you're looking to bother someone please move on."

The figure across from you chuckled, tugging his shades off to reveal bright brown eyes. They were gleaming in either amusement or a threat, or an awkward combination of the two.

"This you?"

His phone slid across the tabletop, stopping when it's edge bumped your knuckles. On screen was a recording of your previous work, utilizing your vehicle form to attack Ratchet's assaulters from above.

"How did you-"

"Look, I'm just wanting to know how you got one of my suits."

[call-me-blip]

Ethereal- Chapter 2

TFP Optimus X Reader

After Y/n and her team move further into the desert, they finally uncover just what they were searching for...but things don't always go to plan and you just never know who's around.

(plz read notes at the end of this chapter for any clarifications you may need, also, I had to split this chapter up because it would be like 10,000 words, so chapter 3 (basically chapter 2.5 i dunno what to call it yet) may be up later or tomorrow, and chapter 4 (or chapter 3, again i dunno yet ) wil be out later this week

Wordcount- 4797

Warnings- depictions of violence

In the heart of the unforgiving desert, Y/n, Eira, Ash, and Cassius pressed onward with a resolve that seemed to defy the very elements themselves. The harsh desert winds swept around them, as if nature itself sought to deter their journey. Yet, Y/n clutched the enigmatic compass tightly in her hand, its cryptic symbols and ancient Greek inscription serving as their guide through the tempestuous desert.

'ΑΝΑΖΗΤΗΣΤΕ ΤΙ ΕΙΝΑΙ ΑΥΤΟ ΠΟΥ ΕΠΙΘΥΜΕΙΤΕ ΝΑ ΕΧΕΤΕ'—

"Seek what it is that you desire to possess."

As they ventured deeper into this desolate expanse, the desert unveiled its stark and haunting beauty. The shifting sand dunes, moulded and shaped by the relentless wind, resembled an undulating sea frozen in time. Each dune's peak caught the soft moonlight, casting them in an otherworldly silver glow, as if they were waves suspended in a celestial dance.

The wind, which had carved the land with patience and persistence, had also created towering cliffs of sandstone that now stood like ancient sentinels, their intricate layers a testament to the geological history spanning countless aeons. It was as if the desert itself whispered secrets of time and change to those who dared to listen.

Amidst the starkness, the air carried a surprisingly delicate scent – the faint, sweet aroma of desert flowers. These resilient blooms, hidden within the arid landscape, provided a fragrant oasis amidst the barren expanse. The juxtaposition of this subtle, natural perfume against the harsh backdrop of the desert created an eerie but captivating atmosphere.

With each step they took, the desert revealed more of its enigmatic allure, drawing the group further into its timeless embrace.

Scaling the towering dunes as the relentless wind battered their exposed skin, Cassius couldn't help but voice his growing concerns amidst the swirling tempest. His words were nearly lost in the cacophony of nature's fury. "Did this blasted windstorm just appear outta nowhere? Are we entirely sure we're heading in the right direction?"

Eira, her red hair dancing wildly in the relentless gusts, turned to face Cassius, her expression a mix of determination and confidence. Her voice, although strained by the winds, held resolute assurance. "The compass hasn't led us astray yet, Cassius. We've come too far to turn back now."

Amidst the harsh beauty of the desert, marred only by the relentless howl of the wind, Ash, ever audacious, leaned closer to Y/n. His words, though whispered, seemed to blend seamlessly with the wind's lament, his tone teasing and flirtatious. "Y'know, Y/n, I've always loved a woman who can focus on a task. It makes her all the more beautiful in the moonlight."

Y/n, her gaze locked on the ever-important compass, responded with a hint of exasperation as she placed a finger to Ash's lips, silencing his playful banter. Her voice was firm, filled with unwavering determination. "Ash, now is not the time for compliments or distractions."

Cassius, ever the eternal optimist, couldn't resist adding his own perspective with a touch of humor. "Yeah, Ash, let's save the compliments for when we're not in the middle of a sandstorm, huh?"

As if in response to their perseverance, the desert storm gradually relinquished its relentless grip, revealing their path forward. The wind's fury abated, unveiling an otherworldly realm before them. Towering rocky cliffs, weathered by countless years of exposure to the elements, stood sentinel-like against the shifting sands. Mysterious caverns pocked the landscape, their dark openings resembling gateways to a forgotten world.

Lowering the compass, Y/n surveyed their surroundings. The cavern's entrance loomed before them like a portal to an ancient realm. She felt a profound sense of purpose, as if guided by forces beyond her understanding. The compass, seemingly attuned to Y/n's intent, swirled with a faint, ethereal light. Its needle twitched erratically before settling on a direction. Y/n noticed the needle turn slightly towards a cavern to the right, its glow intensifying for a brief moment before dissipating into the night. Her voice held a quiet but resolute assurance. "This is it, whatever beast is here is hidden in this cavern, I guess."

Ash, seemingly undaunted by the elements, grinned playfully. "Lead the way, fearless leader. I'm right behind you."

Rolling her eyes in response to his ever-present playfulness, Y/n couldn't help but smile. "Just stick close, Ash. These caverns hold mysteries we can't even begin to imagine."

With their resolve unwavering, the small group ventured deeper into the labyrinthine cliffs and caves, transitioning from the desert's fury to this ancient, rocky sanctuary. The air grew cooler, carrying an aura of the unknown, as if they'd stepped into a realm untouched by time itself.

As they delved further into the cavern's depths, the silence weighed heavily on them, each footstep echoing like a heartbeat in this ancient sanctuary. Ash, seemingly undeterred by their surroundings, couldn't resist breaking the silence. His voice, while playful, held a hint of admiration. "Y/n, your take-charge attitude..."

Y/n interrupted, her tone gently admonishing, attempting to maintain focus amidst the eerie ambiance. "Ash, please, let's concentrate on why we're here."

Cassius, the ever-logical voice of reason, agreed with a nod. "She's right, Ash. We don't know what lies ahead."

Eira, her curiosity unabated, couldn't help but chime in. Her voice held a sense of wonder. "But that's what makes this thrilling, doesn't it? The mystery of the unknown."

With each step, the cavern beckoned, its darkness concealing secrets and possibilities beyond their imagination. The group ventured deeper into the labyrinthine passages, the rocky walls seeming to close in around them. The narrow corridors led them into a profound sense of isolation, and they navigated through tight squeezes and winding tunnels, each twist and turn shrouding them further in the enigmatic embrace of the cavern's depths.

Deep within the labyrinthine passages, their exploration led them to an astonishing discovery—a vast underground chamber that seemed to exist in a world of its own. This subterranean sanctuary bathed in an eerie azure glow, and the source of this mystical illumination was a multitude of blue, bioluminescent crystals that adorned the cavern's walls. These mesmerizing gems appeared to pulse with an otherworldly energy, casting enchanting shadows that danced gracefully across the chamber's expansive walls.

The allure of these crystals was undeniable, their unnatural radiance drawing the group towards them like moths to a flame. Eira, her fiery hair dancing wildly in the eerie azure glow, couldn't help but voice her amazement at the crystals. "These gems... they're like something out of a fairy tale, ain't they?"

Cassius, the analytical thinker of the group, couldn't help but feel a growing sense of unease. "But why are they glowing with such intensity? It's as if they have a purpose beyond mere aesthetics."

Ash, usually the playful one, now wore an expression tinged with caution as he eyed the radiant gems with suspicion. "I hate to be the buzzkill, but does anyone else find it strange that they're putting on this light show just for us? Something feels off."

Y/n, always attuned to her instincts, shifted her focus away from the entrancing crystals. She sensed it—the subtle shift in the shadows, a presence lurking beyond their sight. Her silver eyes scanned the chamber, and her voice carried a newfound urgency. "Listen up, everyone. We've got company, and it's not here to share the view. Keep your senses sharp."

In this surreal chamber, the group found themselves teetering on the precipice between mesmerising beauty and imminent peril, where the mystique of the crystals clashed head-on with the encroaching threat that had emerged from the shadows.

As if guided by an unspoken pact etched into their very souls, they reached for their pendants, hanging on chains around their necks, and triggered a transformation that transcended the boundaries of the physical world. In a breathtaking display of power, metal and cloth flowed and weaved across their forms, each unique set manifesting their individual patrons and the extraordinary abilities they possessed.

The stakes had never been higher, and in that pivotal moment, their existence pulsed with an unwavering determination to confront the ominous danger that loomed ever closer. 

Ash couldn't hide his amazement and muttered, "Now, this is what I call an upgrade! Feels great to finally have the occasion to wear this again." He gestured towards his revamped attire with enthusiasm. His clothes had undergone a striking transformation, thick fabric woven from deep forest greens covered his form, while thick carved oak covered his chest and other vulnerable areas, such as his knees, groyne area, and forearms. Crystal-edged amethyst daggers, gleaming with an enchanting emerald sheen, were now tucked into his belt that wrapped snugly around his waist, resembling ivy clinging to his form.On his waist, a mystical flute, carved from an ancient, enchanted wood, hung with intricate symbols of branches and leaves etched into its surface. It resonated with the very soul of nature, allowing Ash to summon its magic through melodious tunes. Its notes could heal, manipulate, and even mesmerise, making it a versatile tool in his quest to protect and nurture the natural world. An intricately carved wooden headpiece obscured his face, while the top split into two curved peaks resembling ram horns, emphasizing his connection with the untamed wilderness. Only his eyes were visible, and they now intensified in vibrancy, resembling glowing pools of a green lagoon.

Eira's attire radiated swiftness, agility, and grace. Her azure armour, reminiscent of a clear sky, bore intricate golden sigils that seemed to ripple with the fluidity of the fastest winds.

Secured gracefully at her sides were twin blades, their hilts crafted in the likeness of wings, poised to carry her with the elegance of a soaring bird. Her feet were adorned with sandals featuring delicate, wing-like extensions, paying homage to her patron deity's gift of unbridled speed and grace.A diaphanous hood, woven with the finest ethereal threads, hid her face with an alluring air. Through this silken shroud, only the cerulean glimmer of her eyes could be discerned, like twin sapphires gleaming amidst the starlit night. Her eyes had undergone a transformation, shifting from their once deep blue hue to a vibrant cerulean, mirroring the boundless skies and adding an extra layer of allure to her agile and enigmatic presence.

Cassius, the master of the forge and champion of the flames, adorned himself in an extraordinary suit of armour, a testament to his prowess as a weaponsmith and wielder of fire. His metal vest was crafted from a rare and enchanted metal known as Embersteel, which bore the fiery hues of smouldering embers and volcanic fury.The chestplate of his armour featured intricate etchings and motifs, reminiscent of the swirling patterns found within the heart of a blazing furnace. These markings told stories of his legendary craftsmanship and his mastery over the art of war.The raven haired man’s gauntlets were no ordinary pieces of hand protection; they were his weapons themselves, works of art that pulsed with inner heat. Fashioned to resemble the blazing heart of a volcano, these gauntlets allowed him to channel the fury of a forge into his strikes. Each punch carried the explosive force of a volcanic eruption.

His helmet was a masterpiece of intimidation and function. Crafted in the likeness of a fearsome blacksmith's visage, it concealed Cassius's face behind a mask of determination and strength. From within, his once brown eyes now gleamed like amber gems, reflecting the molten fires of his inner power.

Y/n stood as a formidable force, her attire a harmonious blend of shadows and moonlight. Her obsidian and silver armour bore intricate, ever-changing patterns that seemed to dance with grace. Each piece was a work of art, a testament to her mastery. This armour was more than just protection; it was a statement of her power Atop her head rested a captivating headpiece adorned with moonstones that gleamed with an ethereal light. The headpiece was veiled in the finest, darkest lace, a shroud that concealed most of her features but allowed a glimpse of her enigmatic eyes. Her gaze was a mesmerising cycle of colours, shifting between a radiant silver gleam, reminiscent of moonlight on water, and a regal, captivating purple that spoke of raw, untamed power.Behind that veil, her eyes burned with an intensity that could bewitch anyone who dared to meet her gaze. They were a window to her soul, revealing the intricate interplay of her emotions and magic. Her eyes, like the ever-changing phases of the moon, were a testament to her mastery over both herself and the mystical forces that swirled around her.

But what truly set her apart were her hands. Covered in an array of intricate, magical markings, they were tools of both creation and destruction. Her nails, once human, had transformed into long, razor-sharp, metallic claws that possessed a certain otherworldly elegance. They could cut with precision or rend flesh from bone, a testament to her mastery over both magic and the physical world. Y/n was not merely a force to be reckoned with; she was a living embodiment of otherworldly glamour and power. Her presence exuded an aura of mystique and allure, and her every movement was a mesmerising dance that left those who witnessed it spellbound.

Within the cavern's shrouded embrace, Y/n's sharp gaze cut through the encroaching darkness, dissecting every detail with unwavering resolve. An eerie magenta mist, reminiscent of the malevolent aura they'd once encountered in Greece, began to unfurl, obscuring the boundaries of their reality. In the midst of this spectral haze, the creature's predatory eyes blazed with a baleful crimson.

"MOVE" Y/n's voice, filled with urgency and unwavering authority, cut through the thickening tension like a bolt of lightning. Their survival depended on their ability to disperse, to escape the looming grasp of the ferocious beast that materialised from the shadows, now bathed in the eerie light of the cavern's glowing crystals.

 Now, bathed in the eerie embrace of spectral light, the creature stood unveiled before them, the very same monster that took Olympus’ mightiest hero 30 days to defeat.. The Nemean lion, in all of its  devilish and deranged spectre. Its once-golden eyes had been consumed by malevolent crimson, burning like an infernal fire at the heart of this abyssal terror.

Towering at a colossal fifteen feet, it casted a looming shadow that defied nature's laws—an embodiment of primal, unyielding might. Cloaked in obsidian resilience, its sinewy physique was adorned with fur that clung tenaciously, but now matted and tangled, a symbol of its indomitable pride succumbing to the abyss.

Wickedly sharp claws gleamed with an intent as cruel as it was deadly, orchestrating a symphony of menace and destruction with every strike. The creature, now wholly demonic and out for blood, unleashed a deafening roar, a harbinger of unrelenting violence that sent shivers through the group.

As the tremors of anxiety coursed through their veins, Y/n's voice, a lifeline amidst the encroaching pandemonium, resounded once more, "Scatter and don’t stop moving! We can't let it focus on a single target!"

With a deafening roar that shook the very foundation of the cavern, the beast unleashed its fury, swatting and pouncing at each individual with deadly precision. Panic and desperation reigned as they struggled to evade its relentless assault.

Amidst the frenzy, Ash, fueled by a mixture of fear and bravado, couldn't resist a quip. He taunted the creature with a sly grin, shouting, "Here kitty kitty!" He darted out of harm's way just in time, causing the beast to smash against the rocky walls in futile rage, as if the lion had taken personal offence to his jest.

Cassius, completely frustrated and searching for a solution, turned to Ash with a mix of exasperation and hope. "Ash, anything you can do with that flute of yours? Maybe play it a lullaby?"

Ash, with a smirk, raised the flute to his lips but seemed to hit all the wrong notes, creating a cacophony that could wake the dead. He muttered to himself, "Guess it's more of a 'wake the beast' tune." His humour shone through even in the direst of situations, as the Lion, clearly not appreciating his musical talents, roared in irritation and launched itself once more in a fury.

Amid the chaos, the Nemean Lion, now a twisted and deranged version of its former self, turned its savage gaze toward Eira. Her fiery red hair swirled like a tempest as she ascended from the ground, propelled by the divine wings on her sandals. She wielded her twin blades with skill and determination, each strike aimed at the lion's crimson eyes, but it seemed like trying to scratch an impenetrable fortress.

Frustration laced her voice as she yelled to her companions, "I can't even scratch its hide! We need a plan, fast!"

Cassius, his voice trembling with a glimmer of hope, shouted to Y/n, "Can't you do something? It's a lion, it’s one of your creatures !"

Y/n responded with a hint of exasperation, "Cassius, I've already tried. This creature was never created by Hecate. There's no reasoning with it, i’ve already tried reaching into its’ mind. It's gone through the same transformation as the other beasts in Greece. Our only options are to send it back through the archway or... well, you know."

As tensions rose on the battlefield, Y/n's frustration grew as she struggled to make Cassius understand the futility of taming this monstrous foe. But their conversation abruptly ended as the Nemean Lion, a nightmarish force of fury, hurtled menacingly toward them.

Cassius, resolute in his determination, readied a colossal fist to strike the creature's grotesque face. Yet Y/n, in an act of unparalleled heroism, shielded her raven-haired companion. Her arms thrust forward, and with a voice that echoed with primal power, she roared, "Aspida!"

 The h/c haired woman’s incantation materialised in a flash, conjuring a colossal, translucent silver barrier just in the nick of time. The monstrous beast crashed into the ethereal shield, claws and teeth slashing viciously. Y/n grunted, struggling under the immense strain of the creature's relentless assault, her resolve unwavering. With a primal scream, she summoned every ounce of her strength, pushing the shield forward and forcing the beast to stagger back.

Without missing a beat, Y/n shouted another ancient incantation, "Fotia!" A torrent of scorching waves surged forth, colliding with the still-grounded lion. The creature howled and thrashed in agony as the spell seemed to momentarily disoriented it, but its formidable exterior remained unscathed.

Amidst this chaotic dance of magic and might, the group communicated with frantic urgency:

Ash, deftly evading the lion's lunges, called out to Eira, "Eira, keep trying to blind it! Target those eyes!"

Eira, a blur of divine swiftness, replied, "I'm giving it all I've got, Ash, but it's like striking stone!"

Cassius, his fiery aura blazing brightly, urgently declared, "We're running out of time! Y/n, any ideas?"

Y/n, beads of sweat forming on her brow as she upheld the shield and continued the onslaught, grunted in response, "We need to find a way to weaken it further! Keep hitting it with everything you've got!"

As Ash, Eira, and Cassius synchronized their attacks in a desperate bid against the Nemean Lion, the cavern echoed with the symphony of divine power clashing with malevolence. Their concerted effort was a dazzling display of unity and determination.

Yet, the beast was far from docile. With a thunderous roar, it unleashed a shockwave of sheer force, sending them tumbling through the air like leaves in a tempest. Ash, Eira, and Cassius rolled with the impact, their onslaught disrupted but their spirits undeterred. They quickly regained their footing, poised to re engage in the relentless fray.

Amidst the swirling chaos, Y/n's voice cut through the tumult, now laden with newfound determination. "I've got a plan! Just keep that monster occupied!"

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As Arcee, Bumblebee, and Bulkhead cautiously approached the cavern's mouth, they found themselves thrust into a nightmarish symphony of chaos. The air reverberated with desperate shouts and screams, blending with the ominous clash of weaponry and the thunderous roars that echoed from within. Flickering lights danced ominously at the entrance, casting eerie, pulsating shadows that seemed to whisper malevolent intent. There was no denying it; this wasn't a mere anomaly or sensor glitch. Something extraordinary—and perilous—was unfolding in the depths.

Yet, it wasn't just the chaotic sounds that piqued Arcee's interest. As a seasoned scout and an expert in reconnaissance, she activated her field scanner, delving deeper into the cavern's enigmatic heart. The readings on her heads-up display (HUD) unveiled a startling revelation - it wasn't merely four unusual life signatures, but five, and each emitted an escalating surge of power.

Amidst the frenetic scene within the cavern, Bulkhead couldn't resist a quip, "Well, sounds like a real party in there."

Bumblebee, his agreeable nature conveyed through a series of beeps and whirls, joined in the jest.

However, Arcee's keen sensors perceived something beyond the cacophony. Her sharp optics scrutinized the cavern's interior, revealing more than she had initially expected. She interjected, her voice tinged with uncertainty, "Hold on, guys. It's not just four life signatures in there anymore. There are five. Something's amiss."

The revelation sent a ripple of intrigue and unease through their com-link conversation. Optimus Prime, their steadfast leader, issued a directive. "Arcee, we must gain a clear understanding of what's transpiring inside that cavern. I'll groundbridge myself to your coordinates. We cannot disregard the potential threat lurking within."

Ratchet, the ever-cautious medic, expressed his reservations, "My designated duties are with the humans, Optimus. But if this situation escalates—"

Optimus raised his servo in a gesture of understanding, interjecting as a look of mutual understanding passed between them, "I comprehend your concerns, Ratchet. However, with an imminent threat looming, it's prudent to have you on standby for a swift extraction, in case we find ourselves caught in a crossfire and need to remove ourselves."

Ratchet hummed in understanding and nodded, his attention returning to the mass of data displayed on his screen. He mused aloud, "These readings are unlike anything I've ever seen."

Meanwhile, not far from the two towering mechanical giants, Miko squirmed with anticipation on her seat on the couch. A mischievous grin overtook her features as she protested her exclusion, never one to shy away from excitement. "I want to go!"

Raf and Jack, acting as the voices of reason, attempted to convince her otherwise. "Miko, we don't know what's happening in there. It could be too dangerous."

But Miko, driven by curiosity and an unquenchable thirst for adventure, remained undeterred. "I want to see what kind of battle this is."

As Arcee prepared to acknowledge Optimus's plan, a sudden shift in the cavern's shadows caught her attention. Before she could react, a powerful beast launched itself at her, colliding with force and sending her crashing to the ground. Ferocious snarls punctuated by biting and clawing attacks resounded against her sleek metal frame.

Bumblebee and Bulkhead, alarmed and determined, shouted her name through the com-link as they rushed to confront the lion-like creature. Their voices echoed with urgency, "Arcee!"

Optimus and Ratchet, their concern palpable, called out in tandem as the com-link abruptly cut off, leaving them in a tense and anxious silence. The last sounds they heard were a series of grunts and growls.

Amidst the  desert, Bulkhead and Bumblebee sprang into action, their towering frames moving with unwavering determination as they advanced on the relentless beast. The cavern's depths were aglow with the dazzling bursts of energy from Bulkhead's gauntlets and the electrifying brilliance of Bumblebee's stingers. With every discharge, the rocky walls bore witness to the ferocity of their assault.

"Ratchet, ready the groundbridge, NOW!" The command came from the red and blue mech, urgency lacing his voice.

Yet, the beast, in the face of this unrelenting onslaught, exhibited an unyielding resolve. With primal instinct, it lunged ferociously towards Bumblebee, its jaws snapping with malevolent intent. But just as it was about to strike, the cavern echoed with a chorus of determined footfalls, a rhythmic cadence of determination. Accompanied by the reverberation of these steps was a commanding voice, rich and resonant, speaking in a language foreign to all those present. "FOTIA!" she declared, her voice carrying an otherworldly authority that seemed to shape the very air.

In the blink of an eye, the cave's abyss responded to her summons. From the heart of darkness, an eruption of searing waves surged forth—a radiant tempest of energy. The sheer force of this celestial onslaught struck the beast with the weight of an ancient god's fury, propelling it backward, a pitiful creature flung nearly a hundred feet through the cavern's depths. The roars of agony and frustration reverberated, and the menacing aura that once enveloped it was momentarily quelled.

Recovering from her collision with the creature, Arcee regained her footing, joining Bulkhead and Bumblebee in taking a resolute stance. Their collective attention shifted from the now-retreating adversary to the cavern's entrance. Emerging from the depths of darkness, four enigmatic figures came into view. These mysterious beings were adorned in suits of armor that defied conventional understanding—an intricate blend of ancient aesthetics. With weapons held poised for action, they exude an air of solemnity and readiness.

As Ash and Y/n emerged from the cavern, their eyes beheld a sight that defied belief. Ash, his curiosity reaching its zenith, couldn't resist quipping, "So your brilliant plan was to just drag this monster's ass outside, huh?"

Y/n responded with a hint of amusement, "Well, the roof was about to come down on us. What did you expect us to do, become cave pancakes?"

However, as they scanned the surrounding desert landscape, their gazes were drawn to an even more bewildering spectacle. Ash, unable to contain his intrigue, directed his inquiry to the mysterious mechanical beings whose blue optics regarded them with equal inquisitiveness. "Well, hello there. But what in the heck are you guys?"

The Autobots, their towering forms glistening like titans amidst the desert heat, instinctively readied their formidable weaponry. Suspicion lingered in their narrowed optics. The figure shrouded in black and silver armour, the apparent leader, raised a commanding hand, and her voice, firm and unwavering, bore an air of unquestionable authority that compelled even the Autobots to momentarily hesitate.

"Stand down," she ordered, her tone unyielding. "Our business is not with you."

With a cautious glance toward the towering Autobots, she refocused her attention on the beast, which, despite being back on all fours, still appeared dazed from the previous onslaught. Wasting no time, Y/n quietly muttered another incantation under her breath, weaving a spell that would link her mind with those of her companions standing alongside her.

"Syndesmos..."

As the spell took hold, she felt a unique connection forming between herself and the four others by her side. With haste, she conveyed her thoughts, ensuring that the towering mechanical beings wouldn't overhear her intentions.

"Listen closely," she transmitted through the shared mental space. "We confront this creature right here and now. We won't abandon our mission just because an unexpected variable has entered the equation. However, those colossal beings seem to possess consciousness and souls—I think. They're not just remote-controlled machines. Be cautious with our real names; we know nothing about their affiliations or motives."

A chorus of agreements resonated within the mental link, underscoring their collective determination. With that, Y/n severed the connection by invoking another spell.

"Aposyndeo..."

As the ethereal connection dissolved, the beast, now recovering its wits, crouched once more on all fours. Y/n prepared to cast another ethereal barrier, her strategy leaning heavily on harnessing her team's supernatural powers rather than relying solely on conventional weaponry. Just as she was about to recite the incantation, a dramatic turn of events unfolded.

A swirling vortex of radiant light and verdant energy erupted amidst the desert's darkness. Through this luminous portal emerged a colossal, blue and red semi-truck, hurtling forth with unstoppable force. In a thunderous collision, it struck the beast, sending the massive creature into a chaotic tumble.

Y/n's eyes widened in sheer disbelief at this unforeseen intervention. Beside her, Ash, with his characteristic audacity, couldn't resist commenting on the extraordinary spectacle. "Well, I'll be damned. That's something you don't witness every day."

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Hi hello! please like this and follow for more upfates but just for clarification about y/ns spells and what they meand and a side note

I will NOT be stcking closely to ancient greek mythology, it will be tweaked here and there to serve the purpose of this story, also all incantations and "ancient greek" are highly butchered but i did what i could.

some carification on y/ns spells in this chapter

Aspida- a spell that y/n is able to cast that forms a protective barrier, made of suurounding light, she can accomidate for any size and when use effectvley, can also be used as a battering ram.

Fotia- a spell that summons fire and is launched at high speeds, and almost never missess

Syndesmos- a spell that is able to connect and speak into the minds of people without using verbal communication

Aposyndeo- a spell that breaks the syndesmos enchantment

Anyways i will try and get this next chapter up as soon as i can, love you all and the big man and you will meet in the next chapter... as well as introductions. FINALLY.

Love, Blip x

[starheart-blog]

To @universallyturtlepeanut

If i was in Transformers Y/N Things...

[cheschesterpossum]

When your bf is a giant sentient robot Warlord and you can get away with anything/j

[magicalbunbun]

Y/n prime and starscream? More like pink diamond and pearl.

The one time starscream was the most loyal to his lord.

[transformersxreader]

A d-16/Megatron x (Y/n) animatic 💕✨💕

[gardens-light]

Opposites Attract

Unlike his friend, D16 often kept his head down and followed protocol. Going through his usual routine one cycle after another, only stepping out of his normality whenever Orion Pax needed to be pulled out of trouble. Yet... he'd be lying, if he ever said his optics never occasionally drifted towards the one thing he's wanted. You. The High Guard that had stolen his spark, who's beauty could only be compared to the sparkling towers of Iacon. Something he could never touch and never to keep. For he accepted the fact you both were from different worlds. Something that not even one of the 'great plans' of Orion Pax could change... right...?

Content: D16/Megatron TFO x F/Cybertronian Reader. Fluff.

Toiling away under the flickering lights and constant hum of machinery. The cavernous walls of the mine glittered with the veins of energon, their iridescent glow faintly illuminating the surroundings.

As the others grinded away at the seams of energon, Orion Pax's gaze flickered up at D16, noticing the distracted expression upon his faceplate.

"Hey D. You ok?"

Startled and snapping out of his daze, D16 briefly looked over his shoulder. "Huh? Oh- yeah, yeah. I'm fine." he replied dismissively, casually returning his blank gaze back to the task at hand.

"You know I've got your back. Right...?"

"I know, I know you do, Orion. It's just... it's nothing. Really."

Orion lowered his tools, placing a hand on D16's shoulder as his movements became a bit more forceful, as if he was trying to take out his frustration on the cave walls.

Stiffening under his friend's touch, finally taking a moment of pause as he met Orion's concerned gaze.

"It's just... it's stupid. I honestly don't know why I'm even bothered by it." A heavy sigh escaped D16's lips, dropping his tools and leaning against the rocky wall behind him. "I... bumped into someone this morning before shift. It was a little thing really, but the simple shock of it... the shock of realizing who it was... I-I've never seen her in person before, only from the holos, but... Primus, Orion. She was... perfect!"

"Don't give me that look." He groaned, seeing the faint smile tugging on Orion's faceplate. "It's not like I have a chance with her. There's no universe where she'd be slightest bit of interested in some lowly mech like me-"

"C'mon D... don't be like that-"

"Why shouldn't I? It's the truth and you know it." D16 pushed himself off the wall and resumed his work. Wielding his tools with more force than necessary. The sharp ringing of metal against stone echoed throughout the cavern.

"Because there's gotta be more to life than just... this!" Orion protested, gesturing to their surroundings. "Don't you want to try and be more than what we're 'supposed' to be?-"

"What else are we supposed to be, then?!" D16 scowled, swinging his tool once more, causing a shower of sparks to fly up. The glow of the energon-flecked rock reflected off the planes of his face, casting deep shadows under his optics. For a brief moment, the harsh environment seemed to aged his otherwise youthful features. "We're miners! Built for this! Just because you have grand dreams and aspirations, doesn't mean the rest of us do!"

Orion flinched, pausing for moment before finding his voice again. "You're... not seriously gonna just admire this femme from afar...? I-I've seen the way you look at her. You adore her!-"

"It doesn't matter, Orion. She's far beyond me. I'm... just a simple miner, and she's a High Guard. There's no point in even entertaining the thought that I could ever... be with her."

"Why not? Who says you couldn't? You're just as good as any mech!-"

"Oh yeah! I'm sure she'd be enthralled by my rugged charm and the coal dust that's constantly clinging to my frame!" D16 bitterly laughed, his voice dripping with sarcasm. "I bet she'd swoon over the grease stains on my servos. And of course, the highlight! My endless stories of energon extraction- it just gets the femmes going every time! Clearly!"

Grinding away at the cavern wall, using the repetitive motion of his tools against the stone to distract him from the thoughts spinning through his processor. The dull ache in D16's servos felt like a welcomed relief compared to the turmoil in his spark. A small thorn of guilt pricked at his circuits, as he caught Orion's somber expression within the corner of his optic.

Both fell into a tense silence, the only sound of steady rhythmic clang of metal on stone dragging out till the end of their long shift.

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Eventually the twelfth hour came to an end, D16 and Orion headed to the nearest exit along with their fellow miners. Grimy from the day's work, their servos stained and joins sore from exertion. D16 stretches lazily, trying to work out the kinks in his wiring, rolling his neck and shoulders as he walked beside Orion.

Raising an optic ridge, following his friend's gaze. D16's spark practically stutters when he spots you not far in the distance. A sweet smile framing your lips, as you spoke to another High Guard, your polished form standing out against the dingy backdrop of the mining station. D16's spark pulsed within it's chamber, sending zaps of electricity throughout his circuits, as if you're a magnet drawing him in. As you turned away from your fellow High Guard, the silver miner quickly avoided eye contact, secretly hoping you didn't notice him as he stared at the floor.

Hiding his mischievous smile, Orion slowed his pace a little. His gaze stubley peering up at you every so often, as the gap between you and his friend gradually closes. Secretly positioning himself slightly behind you, Orion quickly pushed you into D16.

His optics widen as you came crashing down on top of him, your sudden weight causing him to lose balance and fall onto his back with a surprised 'oof.'

"H-Hey! Watch where you're..." oh... Primus...

Subtle warmth slowly raised beneath his faceplates, as passers by raised an optic ridge at your... rather compromising position. Your tall yet slender frame caging D16 beneath you, while his servos hovered awkwardly above your waist.

"Ow..."

A jolt of electricity shot through him, a gasp slipping past his lips as your weight shifted onto his legs, straddling his lap. His servos itched towards your thighs, his amber optics watching the grime and dirt rub off onto your otherwise flawless paintwork. Quickly glancing up at you with an apologetic expression, as your optics flickered open.

"By the AllSpark! Are you ok?" your melody tone was filled with concern, as your soft gaze met his. "I-I honestly don't know what happened."

Taking a moment to collect himself, D16's servos involuntary slowly slid up and down your thighs. "I'm... I'm fine. No harm done... are you alright?"

A subtle heat rose to your faceplates, making them warm to the touch, as your optics flickered down at your thighs. Feeling the miner's calloused servos subconsciously caress your sooth metal.

Following your shy gaze, embarrassment flushed across D16's features. Quickly pulling his servos away and scrambling to sit up properly, his chassis brushing against yours. His optics nervously darting around, attempting to avoid your gaze while his spark wildly pulsed within its chamber.

Both raising onto your peds, and after a brief moment of hesitation. The miner's gaze slowly trailed up your form, as you brushed off the coal dust and grime.

"Primus... s-sorry about that." A pang of guilt struck his inner-circuits, while D16 fussed over you. His spark skipping a beat as you gave him a sweet smile. The warmth of your body made his processor go all fuzzy, not being able to string a single thought.

"Thank you-"

"D! There you are! I've been looking for you." Orion's cheerful voice interrupted. Pulling his usual warm smile, ignoring his friend's annoyed glare as Orion wrapped an arm around D16's shoulders. "Please forgive my clumsy friend, ma'am. If you'll allow it, he'd would like to properly apologize for this whole inconvenience. Perhaps over some energon? His treat, of course."

What?! D16's optics widened, as his glare narrowed onto his friend. For sparks sake, Orion! Now isn't the time to conjure up one of your 'master plans!'

You held up your servos. "Oh... that's very sweet. But he doesn't-"

"Nonsense. He insists. Right, buddy?"

Not wanting to bring anymore attention, than Orion already did. D16 slowly nodded, as an irritated huff escaped him.

His optics flickered towards you, as your sweet chuckles came to his audio receivers. Clearly finding somewhat some form of amusement, as the miner obviously looked like he wanted to be anywhere but here.

"Very well... if he insists. U-Um... when?"

"How about this evening?" Orion's smile widened, clapping a hand upon D16's shoulder, who subtly cringed under his friend's touch. "D knows a great energon bar down the way, The Cranked Gear. Very laid-back atmosphere, perfect for a casual... meeting."

The warmth beneath D16's plates rose, as he caught a glimpse of your sweet smile. Your soft gaze roaming over his frame, "sounds great. See you later... D."

"What. The. Fragg was that?!" the silver miner snapped once you were out of earshot. A mixture of disbelief and frustration etched into his faceplates, "you set me up!"

"Hey... I was just trying to help." Orion held up his servos in surrender. "Plus, it proves you have a chance with her-"

"Are you kidding me? There's no chance!" D16 threw his servos up in exasperation, his inner-circuits coiling with tension. "She's a High Guard. I'm a cogless miner-bot. We're practically from different worlds! What am I supposed to do? Just sit there and make a fool of myself?"

A weak smile came to Orion, shrugging as he tried to give D16 some form of reassurance. "From... what I've heard. You kinda just... sit there and talk when you're on a date."

"Gee, thanks for the helpful advice." D16 frowned, his tone dripping in sarcasm. "I'll just sit there and chat about the weather and my thrilling work in energon extraction." A low groan escaped his lips, while pinching the bridge of his nose. "I don't know why or how I let you talk me into things, y'know..." This is gonna be a disaster.

Later That Evening

Rocking upon his heels, shifting nervously from pede to pede. A subtle hopeful expression etched upon his features, as D16 glanced around for you.

No sign of her yet...

Taking a deep breath, trying to steady his spark and nerves. While his processor ran through potential conversation topics, attempting to prepare something interesting to say. A sigh escaping his lips, as D16 looked down at himself, suddenly hyper-aware of his frame. His rough, dull plating starkly stood out against the sleek finish of the other mechs in the vicinity.

Hopefully... she's not too put off by my rough exterior-

"Good evening... hopefully you haven't been waiting long."

Your soft tone snapped him out of his thoughts, his wide eyed stare roaming over your newly polished figure. "No! Uh, I mean... no. I just got here... you look..."

"What...?" you quickly looked down at yourself. Examining particular spots over your frame, "do I still have coal dust on me or something?"

"No! No! You look good. Great, even. Better than great!" fragging idiot. "Um... shall we...?"

Giving him a brief smile, you followed D16's lead into the bar. Sunken ceiling lights lit the area with a warm, gentle hue. The atmosphere bustling with chatter and laughter. Making your way through the clutter of tables and chairs, D16 could practically feel the surprised and confused expressions of the patrons, as they took in your presence.

He knew that the pair of you must make quite the duo, a miner and a High Guard. While guiding the way through the bar, his optics narrowed onto the nearest bots, silently daring them to say something. Leading you to a more secluded booth in the far corner, the lights became slightly more dim, creating more intimate feel. While the patrons chatter reduced to lulled muffle.

Your smile slightly widened, as D16 pulled out a seat for you. Politely waiting til you were settled before taking a seat opposite you.

"So... uh... how was your day?" his voice was uncharacteristically low, while his digits anxiously fidgeted wit the edge of the table. Seriously? That's the best you can come up with? Come on!

"Um... alright. Nothing out of the ordinary."

The awkward tension slowly eased into the space between you, as D16's processor scrambled for a new topic.

"That's good... My shift down in the mines was pretty normal. Just the... usual amount of ore. No issues with the equipment- well, one drill malfunctioned. But we fixed it quick enough."

D16's spark nervously pulsed through his wires, as you flashed him a weak smile. Replying with a simple nod, "oh... um, sounds... eventful? Would you... like to order some energon?"

"Yeah, yeah. Sure. I, uh, should probably warn you though. The stuff they serve here isn't exactly the most refined. It's... got a kind of a bite to it."

After answering with shrug, D16 took the cue to approach the nearby bar. The bartender passed him the drinks with a knowing glance, only to be greeted with the miner's glare in return. Knowing full well that the whole bar was undoubtedly watching him, make his way back to you.

Settling himself back into his seat, carefully sliding your drink towards you. As he took a sip from his own, the smooth taste a momentary distraction from the awkward tension.

Noticing your half-hearted smile, a pang of guilt thumped within his spark. This a complete fragging diseater! Why can't I say anything? I can practically feel this whole thing already crashing and burning in front of me!-

"What's... that on your shoulder?"

"Huh?" D16 followed your gaze, briefly noticing you pausing from your drink. A subtle warmth radiated beneath his faceplates as embarrassment swept through his frame. "Oh, uh, that's just... a sticker. My friend, Orion put it there a while ago, and I... forgot to remove it-"

"Oh no. Don't remove it." The tone of your voice peaked a little, as your gaze softened. Admiring the sticker's holographic shine. "It looks good on you. You should see my stasis pod in my private quarters."

A shy smile lit up his features, as D16's spark fluttered within it's chamber. "Y-You... you think so? I, uh... I appreciate that. And... what's on your stasis pod?"

"My favorite, Solus Prime. But I promise it's only a small sticker."

"Ah, a Solus fan, eh?" a small chuckle escaped his lips. Optics shining with a glimmer of amusement. "Not too shabby. Can't blame you, she was a badass warrior. And... only a small sticker, you say?"

Holding up your servo, almost pinching the air between your thumb and index digit. "This small. Nothing too crazy."

"Oh, phew." A light laugh escaped his lips, as D16 mockly wiped an invisible bead of condensation upon his forehelm. "I was worried you had her face on a full sized wall mural. But just a little sticker? That's much more reasonable."

Your sweet chuckles rung through the air between the pair of you, like a sweet melody. Lifting the awkwardness that lingered before, finally giving him the chance to actually feel connected with you.

Feeling a bit more emboldened, D16 continued. "Seriously. Solus is a solid choice. But I'd have to go with Megatronus, personally."

Raising an optic ridge, while tilting your helm to the side. "What draws to you him?"

Leaning back in his seat, a look of admiration sparkled within his optics. "Well, apart from being the most fearsome warrior in Cybertron's history. He was also a brilliant strategist! He could take on any opponent and come out on top! Plus, he's just... so incredibly powerful. Unstoppable really! I guess I've... always looked up to him for that kind of strength."

A small smile teased the corner of your lips, trying to hide it behind your cup. "That's very true. I gotta admit that he's a total badass."

"Oh. He's definitely a badass! I remember reading tales about his battles against the Quintessons, and let me tell you. They're the stuff of legend! He could take on an entire army by himself and come out with nothing but a scratch."

"Careful." Your teasing tone purred. "Your fanboy is showing."

The warmth beneath his faceplates grow even more, as embarrassment crept back into his frame. Clearing his vocal processor, attempting to return to his usual demeanor while his spark skipped a beat. "What? I'm just stating facts."

Taking the last sip from your drink, your soft gaze trailed down his chassis. D16 subconsciously shifts his body, covering his cogless chamber. His spark pulsing more, avoiding your gaze while taking another mouthful of his drink.

A lull ache pulsed throughout your frame, guilt jabbing your at your spark. "Forgive me... I-I shouldn't have starred-"

"It's... It's fine." The lull ache within you begun to painfully prick at your spark, as D16's words held a more rougher edge than he intended. "You were just curious. I don't blame you."

A subtle blanket of awkward silence slowly crept back into the air, as hesitation temporarily stole your words. A flicker of surprise flashed within D16's optics, as his soft gaze noticed your servo edging closer to him across the table. Breath almost got stuck in his vents as he met your optics, the colour shining with genuine curiosity and a hint of compassion.

The question swirling within your processor, softly escaped your lips in just above a whisper. "Can I...?"

Answering with a simple nod. D16 flinched slightly as you touched his cogless chamber, as if bracing himself for judgement or ridicule. Yet your expression remained soft, a hint of... affection? Flickering within your optics. As your digits gently traced the otter rim of his circular chamber, a strange sense of comfort washed over him. The gesture surprisingly tender, as he found himself relaxing under your touch.

"It's... It's a pretty pathetic sight... isn't it?"

Another prang of guilt pulsed throughout your inner-circuits, as you picked up the subtle shame hiding within D16's words. "What? No! No, of course not. Just... different..."

"Different? That's one way to put it." D16's tone held a bitter edge, while a scoff escaped him. "I mean... look at me. A cogless miner bot. I'm a pathetic excuse for a Cybertronian."

Great... Hanging his head low, a heavy sigh escaped him. Why did you steer the conversation in that direction? You idiot!-

Crunch!

Snap!

D16's optics widened as he witnessed you tear away a small section of your forearm. His puzzled gaze flickering to the soft smile upon your lips, your optics shining with kindness as an idea crossed your processor.

"Wait! What are you doing?-"

Your soft smile, sweetened as you leaned back in your seat. Purposely positioning yourself just out of his reach, while you worked on the scrap piece of metal. Only taking a few moments to flatten it, using the table's edge to smooth and round off the edges, before holding up the now makeshift disk for inspection.

"I... know it's not real." D16's spark fluttered within his chassis, as his wide optics met your loving gaze. His breath hitching as you reached across the table, placing the makeshift disk into his empty cog chamber. "But maybe... a part of me could be... your 'cog?'"

Staring down at the makeshift 'cog' which now rested in the chamber, a hopeful pulse beat through your inner circuits as your spark skipped.

For a moment, he couldn't find the words to express the swirling emotions within his spark. Surprise, gratitude, affection... They all crashed together in a wonderful mess.

"I-I... I don't know what to say. This is..." D16 slowly placed a servo over his cog chamber, feeling the shape of his new 'cog' inside.

The act itself wasn't just incredibly kind but... surprisingly intimate. The fact that you would willingly give up a part of yourself for him. To make him feel more... complete.

I-I... would never believed... never have imagined...

H-Have I... overstepped somehow? You nervously swallowed a lump in your vocal processor. Was it too much?

But the invisible tug upon the corners of his lips, was enough to slowly calm your racing spark. For he couldn't help but stare at you in quiet awe, as D16's processor still reel from your act. He gently reached a servo across the table, resting it atop your own. A silent gesture of gratitude and affection, while his optics met yours.

"Th-This... was unexpected- wonderful! Thoughtful! But just... unexpected..." he lowly spoke. "How could I ever thank you?"

"Well..." your sweet smile turned slightly flirty, as your thumb caressed D16's knuckles. "Maybe... you could demonstrate your strength to me? I... heard miners are strong."

D16's faceplates heats up at your flirtatious tone, a rush of nervous excitement tingles pulsed throughout his frame.

"O-Oh..." his amber optics glanced around the bar, making sure nobody was eavesdropping as he returned your smile. "And... how would you like me to demonstrate that? Perhaps somewhere more... private?"

Butterflies entangled your wires, as D16's servo took yours in a slightly tighter grip. "Where did you have in mind?"

His breath hitched a little, feeling you checking him out. The touch of your servo beneath his sent a shiver through his circuits. Gradual confidence filled his spark, as he leaned in a bit further, his voice dropping to a low, sultry tone. "I know a secluded spot not too far from here. It'll give us all the privacy we need for a... rigorous demonstration."

"Sounds perfect."

D16 gives you a sly smile, his frame buzzing with anticipation as you softly bit your bottom lip. Sliding out of the booth, his optics meeting yours. Extending a servo out to you, a silent offer to follow him. "This way gorgeous."

[still-not-over-transformers]

Current Works in Progress as of (09/17/23)

1. TFA Swindle x GN Human Reader (sfw, deal-making, unforeseen benefits/consequences)

2. TFP Starscream x Female Autobot Reader (nsfw, Forbidden romance)

3. ROTB Mirage x Fem Human Reader (New Year’s Party, Drunken Flirting)

4. ROTB Mirage x Fem Autobot Reader (Insecure reader, self conscious of body, misgendered, comfort, sfw, fluff, confidence BOOST)

5. TFP Starscream x Female Human Reader Headcanon (English as a second language, sfw, fluff, slight language barrier)

6. Unknown Continuity Poly Optimus Prime x Female Human Reader x Megatron (sfw, fluff, reader with ADHD)

7. TFP Starscream x Female Human Reader (nsfw, reader is dominant, fluff during aftercare

[kandy-sticks-zaza-blogs]

Y/N becoming a Prime when the Matrix chose them like a magnet

Y/N:WHAT DID YOU DO TO ME?!!

Optimus Prime:WHAT DID YOU MEAN WHAT I DO TO YOU?!

Y/N:I DIDN'T KNOW BEING A PRIME WAS CONTAGIOUS!!!

Hot Rod:OK!OK!OK! EVERYONE JUST CALM DOWN!! Do you wanna tell us how you did that?

Y/N: I didn't do anything,All I did was PICK up the Matrix and then WHOOSH, I'm in a TIARA!

[yandere-wishes]

Hi!!

I have a question... what do you think sentinels prime punshiments would look like? :3 what would be the worst one?

｡˚ ❀ ˚｡ He's so evil and sadistic...so why do I love him so much?!?!

𝄞 Real Men by Mitski

❀ The Icon of Iacon

❀ He loves the rogue sparks that fly inches from his face as he burns or rather "engraves" you. Sentinel uses his torch to engrave his name (Or rather a pretty cursive signature) somewhere on his darling's chassis. Similar to what he did to Megatron. He'll trail his digits over the resplendent scar later on. Making sure he feels every dip and curve of his name across her armor. Every shiver and shutter that runs ramped through his beloved darling's frame.

❀ Sentinel Prime isn't a gentle bot. He prefers to not see himself as barbaric just determined, steadfast. That's why he plucks the tires from his darling's body, not because he's cruel but because he'll do anything to keep her by his side. Although it's hard to find an excuse for how he relishes in the warm energon that coats his digits as he thrusts them into her open lacerations. Hard to find the right words when he's trailing open-mouthed kisses between gaping iron and savoring her ethereal taste as he eagerly licks her gushing wounds. Not cruel, no immoral...just in love.

❀ Her alt mode is rendered utterly useless. Pretty shiny thing that can't move. It leaves his darling ruined emotionally. She can't bear the state she's in. The grotesque useless thing she now has to transform into...

❀ So Sentinel rips out her T-cog. He does it to preserve her mental state, he swears. Does it so she won't have to turn into the form she's come to despise so wholeheartedly...And maybe if he's allowed a moment of selfishness he'll confuse in hushed tone whispers that he may have also done it to prevent her from running away.

❀ Although the procedure entirely depends on how his darling behaves. If she's sweet and docile, only ever trying to escape from his golden grasp. Then he'll take pity on her and permit her to remain unconscious through the whole thing, he's only doing this for her after all, he doesn't want her to suffer but it's necessary to keep her safe. Things are always "necessary" with him.

❀ However if his darling is feisty headstrong and constantly putting up a fight, a constant threat, metallic rose throne at his side, daring even to try and harm him. Then he'll definitely rip her T-cog straight from her chest, making sure she feels each wire snap, the grotesque unnatural expansion of her metallic chest. The rigorous pop of your diodes. The gory crunch of circuits snapping, forced to release the precious organ. He wants her withering in the pain. Looking into his optics and finally understanding that he owns her.

❀ The thing about a bot like Sentinel is that they can so easily look in a mirror and only see justice and golden paragons. Blood-soaked rhyme and reason that always ends with them draped in innocence relishing in the thing they want most. Bots like Sentinel, bots whose deific power ripples through every vein of a planet. Can never be painted as monsters, as wretched. They have too much authority and excuses to be anything but wholly perfect.

❀ You'd been so used to internal pain. The righteous crack of sparks, blunt anxiety cascading through your circuits. Maybe it's cause there isn't much that can harm a Cybertronian, not much that dents and rips celestial steel. But with him, everything is outwards. The churn of a nervous stomach is nothing compared to the rippling agony of a broken leg. Sentinel rips the pain from your metallic viscera, baths you in your own ichor, bedaubs you in pain as he calls you his "sweet little lover".

❀ "I hope Primus sends you straight to Unicron!" You can't help but scream between tears and traumatized sobs. You straighten your spine, knees folded to your chest. Your energon pools beneath you, pouring from his latest mauling. Open-ended wires spark as they make contact with your blue essence.

❀ Sentinel only chuckles, sky-hued optics playfully darting to the ground. 'Dear Primus, I don't believe in you'... but all he offers his darling is a sweet sugar-laced smile and a saccharine peck on the cheek.

❀ Sentinel will never admit it, it's hard to show such benignity when you rule an entire planet, but maybe -just maybe- at the end of the cycle his favorite misery to besiege upon you, is when he grips your chin or cheek and tugs you towards his lips. Savouring your ethereal taste. When he guides your servos to his chassis, pulling you closer till both are one. When he can just hold and kiss you. Just be with you. A romantic scene framed eternally by Cyerbtron's setting sun.

❀ If you close your optics, you can almost pretend to be in love...

[yasashii-leaf]

•Bumblebee has reached an age where he tries to imitate the older merformers

• Windblade she is adorable all humans find her cute, she is in the top 5 merformers consider universally cute among humans

• Sun and Side the twin brothers, twins are rare among Merformers, they also tend to be inseparable

• Drift Ratchet's romantic partner!