#alpha features

[sergle]

Thank you for not being on the Cesar Millan shit. God, that man is a horrid piece of shit.

oh god,one of those hardcore negative reinforcement dog trainers? actually I just googled him and GODDDDD THIS FUCKING SHIT LMAO. alpha..... also aren't his dogs also reactive? didn't they attack some people

brother come on

[takaraphoenix]

The Clever One

(this is a sneak peek for the Steter fic I'm currently working on, where Stiles realizes in season 1 that Peter's canon behavior toward him is strange, how he never hurts Stiles, never tries to kill him, offers Stiles a choice. He comes to the conclusion that he's Peter's mate. So he sets conditions for Peter, leading to a season 2 rewrite with Alpha Peter. and Alpha Mate Stiles, rebuilding the Hale Pack together.)

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Stiles walked into the broken, burned out husk of the Hale House like he owned the place. Just to be stopped by a hand on his chest and blue eyes flashing at him from Derek’s annoyed face.

“What are you doing here, Stiles,” Derek growled.

“I’m here to talk to your glorious Alpha,” Stiles tilted his head with an uncaring air.

He was not going to let Derek threaten him. Sure, in the past his heart would jump and he would be afraid, even if he still helped Derek out. Right now, Stiles was fully confident in his own safety. Derek narrowed his eyes in irritation, smelling or hearing that Stiles wasn’t intimidated.

“You fought him, in the hospital. You fought him to protect me,” Stiles argued with a frown. “He killed your sister, Derek. Why did you join him?”

“You wouldn’t understand,” Derek was close to snarling.

“Try me,” Stiles threw up his hands. “I understand a lot more than you think.”

This time, Derek did snarl. Just to receive a warning growl from upstairs. A cocky grin spread over Stiles’ lips. He’d known the Alpha was here too. He’d known that as long as Peter was close by, Derek wouldn’t get to do any threatening or bodily harm. The beta ground his teeth and stepped back. Hah. Oh, Stiles was absolutely going to revel in the fact that he now outranked Derek. Alpha Mate beat out the Alpha’s right-hand. His grin turned a note of shit-eating.

“He was in a coma for six years. Slowly healing. Aware of everything around him. You couldn’t understand what that is like for a wolf, especially…” Derek swallowed hard, looking away. “Everyone was dead, me and Laura were gone. He was alone with it all.”

“He went insane,” Stiles nodded. “I feel like we established the insanity part in the hospital. You fought him in the hospital. I want to know what changed since then.”

“He’s still healing,” Derek’s voice dropped even more. “He wasn’t fully healed when he killed Laura, he was… feral. Acting on instincts. Seeking to get better. Becoming Alpha… did that.”

Stiles could hear it. He could hear the despair in Derek’s voice. Stiles closed his eyes and heaved a soft sigh. Asking Derek was useless, Derek desperately wanted to believe this. Because what was the other option? That his only living family had willingly, or even joyfully, murdered Derek’s sister? No. Of course did Derek cling onto the hope that things could get better now.

“Okay,” Stiles sighed. “You can go now, Derek.”

The beta stared at him incredulously. “You don’t tell me what to do, Stiles. Werewolf, human. We established this. Why do you think you can tell me what to do, in my own home.”

With all the confidence he could muster did Stiles raise his head, not cowering, holding Derek’s gaze with a calm pulse. “Because Alpha Mate outranks right-hand.”

And oh this felt good. Stiles smirked cockily. Even as a not werewolf, he could feel the tension in the air. The shocked look on Derek’s face – genuine shock, meaning Derek hadn’t put it together yet and Peter hadn’t told him, oh damn, Derek hadn’t even known. A laugh barked out from upstairs.

“I knew you would figure it out on your own. I didn’t think so soon though,” Peter sounded both amused and nearly fond. “Leave us, Derek.”

Grounding his teeth together, Derek shot his uncle one last look before he headed out. Peter only walked into view at the top of the stairs after they could hear the Camaro roar to life and drive off.

“Tell me that he’s right,” Stiles ordered, crossing his arms over his chest. “Tell me that you are still healing. Getting better. Because, you know, the bit where you mauled one of my best friends-”

“She was all over you,” Peter growled, his eyes flashing red. “You were all over her.”

Stiles swallowed, the cockiness cracking some. Not because the growling and red eyes intimidated him, but because of how much they turned him on. No one had ever been possessive over him. Heck, no one had ever been interested in him. Sure, Lydia had gone to Homecoming with him in the end, but that had been more coercion from Allison and pity than Lydia actually wanting him. Lydia still wanted Jackson. Still loved Jackson. Might always love Jackson.

Peter cleared his throat, all calm and professional again. “I am still healing. The outside heals the fastest, it’s… the inside that needs more time, even with wolf-healing. A large part of me is still very… feral and reduced to base instincts. I attacked her because my inner wolf felt threatened by her, threatened by the way she was making advances on my mate.”

Stiles’ heart jumped a little at that. So he had figured it out, but actually hearing himself referred to as Peter’s mate was something else entirely than figuring it out on his own, for himself. Stiles bit down on his cheek, his arms tightly crossed in front of his chest. Part of him was grateful Peter was still at the top of the stairs. Physical distance between them. This whole conversation was a lot. Though Stiles had come to the realization that he was Peter’s mate, he had not fully come to terms with that fact. He didn’t know what to do with it, or what it could or should or would mean.

“I’m not going to do anything to you,” Peter’s voice was soft, which might be the weirdest part of this entire conversation. “Or with you. Not yet. You’re more child than man, Stiles. But I can already tell why my wolf chose you as my mate. You are clever. Brilliant. Tricky. Manipulative. Cunning. Quick-witted. All the qualities I cherish the most.”

Stiles couldn’t help but flush at that. “Yeah, well, don’t make it sound like that’s your grand gesture there, I am not exactly tripping over myself trying to get into your pants either. You turned my best friend into a werewolf, without his consent – even though you proved that you are capable of asking for it when you asked me if I wanted the bite – and you mauled Lydia. I’m not considering you Prince Charming. And from what my research showed, a werewolf mate-bond is something that strengthens and grows over time. So, I guess, you still have time to prove yourself.”

Peter quirked his lips, looking absolutely amused by him. “Prove myself, mh?”

“Again. Maiming and mauling of people I love,” Stiles narrowed his eyes. “You say you don’t want anything romantic or sexual with me yet, but this mate-bond thing is a life-long bond. At one point, you will. Because you’re the wolf here. You can feel it. So, if you want me to be on the same page by then, you better prove yourself to me.”

The grin on Peter’s lips looked near amazed or excited and Stiles didn’t know what to do with that. It was like the Alpha enjoyed being challenged, enjoyed that Stiles wasn’t just swooning at the prospect of having a soulmate, but gave Peter conditions to earn it. Weird.

“You’ve seen what I’m capable of,” and it was clearly implied here that Peter didn’t just speak of his werewolf abilities but morally, the depth of the things he was willing to do. “So tell me then, what do you think you can demand of me?”

“What I think I can demand of you? Pretty much anything, as long as it’s about me,” Stiles huffed amused, cocking his head. “You can’t hurt me. I mean, physically can’t. And I think that… even emotionally, you couldn’t, not intentionally. Heck, part of me thinks that you turning Scotty was for me, in a twisted, weird way, because your wolf could smell me all over him, thought it would appeal to me if you had my best friend in your pack. And Lydia. You attacked her irrationally, feral and threatened, but when I asked you to let someone come and help her, you agreed. Because you saw how much her condition was getting to me. I think I can ask pretty much anything of you.”

“Manipulative,” Peter pointed out, and he sounded proud and impressed and pleased. “Well, then.”

“You will never lay a hand on anyone I love again,” Stiles eyes were hard and his voice was cold, his body-language conveying how serious he was. “Not my dad, not Scott, not Scott’s mom, not Lydia. Reign your possessive wolf instincts in. She’s not interested in me anyway. If you ever hurt any of them again, I will put a wolfsbane bullet in you myself.”

“Threatening,” Peter smirked. “Cute.”

“I’m not joking,” Stiles frowned annoyed. “I’m the sheriff’s son. I know how to use a gun. And I know where to get wolfsbane bullets from.”

The playfulness left Peter when he realized that Stiles needed to be taken seriously here. “Okay. Noted down. I don’t plan on hurting my pack anyway. Of which Scott is a part of now, whether he likes it or not. And Lydia, well, the cuts were deep so who knows if she will end up joining my pack too. Your father is safe, I promise you that.”

There was still quip and snark in his voice, but that last sentence was spoken with sincerity and Stiles nodded pleased. “No more turning anyone without their consent. Scott hates this, hates being a werewolf, if he’d had a choice he would have said no. I get that a pack of three isn’t going to do you much good, I know you’re going to turn more people, strengthen the pack. But everyone you bite will first be informed of both the good and the bad, they will be given a choice, and that choice is going to be respected by you. The way you gave me a choice, and respected it.”

“I have no problem with that condition,” Peter waved a dismissive hand. “Scott is more trouble than he is gain to me, as is. A beta who doesn’t want to be a werewolf is not an asset to the pack. Betas who are loyal to their Alpha, who will be willing to listen to their inner wolves, will be assets. I only turned him out of instinct, the need to strengthen my pack while not being… mentally there enough to actually think things through. Believe me, I will plan out my pack in the future.”

“Our,” Stiles corrected unflinchingly. “Alpha Mate. Makes this my pack too, doesn’t it?”

The look on Peter’s face was nearly smug with delight. “Our pack.”

[livesincerely]

there’s no escape (i can’t wait) - ch. 1

Also on Ao3. A/B/O. Rated E but this particular chapter isn’t explicit.

Other entries in this series can be found here and here.

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Later, Eddie will think that he knew, somehow, before he actually knew.

He’s finishing up in the locker room, about to head into a 24-hour shift, when a rush of… something sweeps over him. There’s a prickle of anticipation at the nape of his neck, goosebumps sprouting all over his arms, and he glances up, nose twitching, right as Buck comes shuffling in.

“Hey,” Buck greets him in a low, gravelly voice, tossing his duffle down onto the bench. 

On any other day, Eddie would worry that he’d had a bad night. Today, he knows the exact reason for that rough rasp, and it sends a thrill of heat sparking up his spine.

“H-hey,” Eddie manages, blinking rapidly. “Uh, aren’t you supposed to be on leave?”

”Bobby called,” Buck explains, tugging off his t-shirt and rubbing sleepily at his eyes.

There’s a soft, gorgeous flush to his skin—his cheeks, neck, and chest painted a perfect, rosy shade of pink—and as he starts to shrug into his uniform there’s the faintest whiff of something delicious.

Something mouthwatering.

Eddie’s heart stutters traitorously against his ribs, and he forces himself to look away before Buck catches him staring. 

“Whittler’s partner went into labor last night,” Buck continues, oblivious to his plight. “This morning? Whichever, and Ginsburg’s still in Cabo until Tuesday.”

“That sucks,” Eddie says, in what he hopes is a nice, normal tone. “You gonna be okay?” 

“Yeah, I’ll be okay,” Buck assures him. “I was gonna use today to prep and get ahead on laundry, but one last shift won’t kill me. My ruts tend to be pretty tame for the most part, but I’ve got extra blockers and scent neutralizing spray in my bag just in case.”

Tame? There’s not a damn thing tame about Eddie’s sudden urge to plaster himself against Buck’s front and swirl his tongue around the hollow of his throat, but maybe that’s just him.

Mine, his instincts purr. All mine, and that’s his cue to make a strategic retreat.

He jolts to his feet. “Well, let me know if you need anything.”

“Actually,” Buck calls out before he can make it more than a couple steps, sounding a touch sheepish. “Would you mind…?”

And he ducks his chin and tips his head to the side, exposing the long line of his throat.

Eddie’s mouth goes dry. 

“You want me to scent mark you?” he asks, voice tight. 

It probably shouldn’t come as such a surprise. Buck’s about as tactile as they come, and the two of them spend so much time together that they constantly smell at least a little of each other—a fact that definitely doesn’t make Eddie want to preen like a possessive peacock, thank you very much.

But a proper, deliberate scenting, right on the cusp of Buck’s rut? 

That feels different. 

Feels special.

Mine, his hindbrain insists once again.

Naturally, Buck chooses this exact second to finally notice Eddie’s reaction to his… everything. 

“Um, yeah?” he says, brow furrowed and nostrils flaring as he takes him in. “Why, what’s…”

He takes in a deep inhale, then his expression clears all at once.

”Oh. Oh, you… Wait, really?”

Eddie’s cheeks heat. “Shut up.”

“I… Did I know this already?” Buck wonders, a smug sort of delight starting to curl over his lips. But just beneath it there’s a softer, more earnest sort of elation—like he’s just been offered a dream come true on a silver platter. “Because this feels like the sort of thing I should’ve been made aware of. Have you been holding out on me, Edmundo?”

“Shut up,” Eddie huffs again, but there’s no real feeling behind it. He’s too busy fighting a smile, hope lighting him up inside like the best kind of vertigo. “It’s not like I can really keep anything from you when you keep sniffing me out like a fucking bloodhound. If it’s taken you this long to notice, that’s on you.”

“Actually, did you know that an alpha’s olfactory senses can become up to eighty percent stronger in the three days leading up to their rut?” Buck tells him cheerfully. “To help them stay in tune with the needs of their pack, and especially their mate, throughout their cycle.”

Of course, this fun fact does nothing to disguise the fact that he’s closing in on him like a predator on its prey, swaggering towards him with his shoulders rolled back and his thumbs tucked into his belt, the cocky, beautiful bastard.

Eddie holds his ground, lets Buck approach until they’re standing toe to toe, chest to chest.

“Oh, yeah? And what are you picking up from my scent, then, alpha?” he murmurs, meeting the challenge with one of his own. He can almost see the way the word lands, the way Buck’s spine straightens like he’s got something to prove. “Any interesting insights?”

Buck gives him a long, considering look.

“That’s definitely not something I can get into without causing a workplace incident,” he eventually admits.

Oh, fuck.

“Keep looking at me like that and I’m going to cause a workplace incident,” Eddie warns him, swaying closer despite himself.

“To be perfectly honest, Eds, that’s really not much of a deterrent.”

“This is going to be a long fucking shift if you don’t reel it in,” Eddie says with a sigh, fond exasperation and bone-deep desire inextricably twined. “A long, frustrating shift.”

“Or, a very, very short one,” Buck counters, because he’s never found a line he’s not willing to toe.

Eddie flicks him on the nose. 

“Stop it, he orders.

They’re standing close enough together that Eddie can see the way Buck’s pupils dilate, his gaze turning half-lidded and hungry.

“I’ll behave,” he promises, but it sounds more like a threat. Eddie valiantly resists a shiver.

The moment lingers—a static charge that only needs a touch of friction to burst into flame—then slowly dissipates; no, is carefully set aside to be explored later. 

Eddie reaches up to squeeze Buck’s shoulder, then lets his hand trail higher to cup around the back of his neck.

“You still want that scent mark? Or is it going to make things worse?” 

Strong, warm hands land on either side of his waist.

”I want it,” Buck insists, which isn’t really an answer, but Eddie doesn’t have it in him to deny him.

“C’mere,” he murmurs, reeling him in.

Buck melts into the touch like he’d just been waiting for permission, nuzzling in to rub his face against Eddie’s throat. He lets out a quiet, contented noise, wrapping himself around him like he’s planning to make a home in the curve of his neck, his chest rumbling all the while.

Eddie chuffs back automatically, threading his fingers through the curls at the nape of Buck’s neck. He pulls him closer, arching up and tucking his nose into the space behind his ear before he can stop himself. 

He just smells so good: all toasty and golden and a little sweet, like freshly baked sunshine drizzled in honey, with just a slight undertone of sharp-ember-smoke to indicate his approaching rut.

Eddie wants to wallow in that scent, wants to lick the taste of it right out of Buck’s mouth, wants to just bare his teeth and bite, sink his teeth in so deep that no one would dare to doubt his claim—

The bell ringing overhead stops him before he can do anything that might cost him his job, and he’s honestly not sure if he’s relieved or disappointed. There’s still another twenty or so minutes before their shift so this call isn’t their problem, thank god, because Eddie’s brain is too busy chanting Buck, Buck, yes, mine, Buck, alpha, mine, to be responsible for anyone’s health and wellbeing.

They slowly peel apart, both a little dazed.

“How’s that?” Eddie asks, brushing a piece of hair out of his face to give himself something to do with his hands that’s not sticking them down Buck’s pants. “Better?”

”Better,” Buck says. “Thanks, Eds.”

”Don’t mention it,” Eddie says, not really thinking about it, and Buck immediately frowns.

”But, we will, right? Talk about it, I mean,” he asks quietly, taking Eddie’s hand gently in his own and lacing their fingers together. “I know we can’t really get into it right now, but I don’t want this to be one of those things we just… brush past and not talk about. Because I want us. I want you. And I’m tired of pretending like I don’t.”

Eddie hadn’t realized he was still holding onto some tension until the last of it finally bleeds away. Of course they’re on the same page about this, about them. Of course they’re in this together.

Aren’t they always, when it comes to the important things?

”Let’s get through this shift,” Eddie says. “After that, I’m all yours.”

It’s honest. With anyone else, he’d think it was too honest. But he’s not sure there’s any such thing when it comes to Buck.

”I’ll hold you to that,” Buck replies, and he lifts their joined hands to his lips, pressing a kiss first to Eddie’s knuckles, and then to the fluttering pulse point on the inside of his wrist, never once dropping his gaze from his own

Eddie flushes from head to toe.

“You— I told you to stop looking at me like that,” he hisses as he snatches his hand back, distinctly hot under the collar.

Buck just laughs: low and raspy. “I make no promises.”

”Por dios,” Eddie mutters under his breath, begging for strength.

He’s already in completely over his head and there’s no where he’d rather be.

”Later,” he reminds them both.

”Later,” Buck agrees.

[puppetmaster13u]

Teefers

I did a thing. Half for the many ramblings of mine & @golden-buddle that we've done lol, and half for other ideas too lol. So have some teeth (and a teen Bruce lol)

Pups/Kids have the same sort of teeth as other people. Or rather they have the same baby teeth. Probably. Who knows maybe they have two sets of baby teeth and they do end up getting lil baby fangs.

[three-headed-monster]

NOBODY UNDERSTANDS THAT HE DID THIS FOR ME AND ME ALONE

[samanddean76]

Dean is an up-and-coming musician, who along with his brother Sam, has finally started to make waves with their band, The Quarrymen. Little does he know that the perfectly innocent Omega sitting in the front row of The Cavern Club, watching him perform with an enchanting smile, is the True Mate he has been longing for his entire life.

Castiel can hardly believe his luck, when he and Gabriel are invited backstage after the show. Once Gabriel slips away with Sam, Castiel is left alone with the incredibly handsome Alpha who spent the entire show singing every single song to him. But the club is raided before they can cement their bond, and Castiel is forced to flee into the night.

Whisked away by an overprotective mother, Castiel doesn’t know if he will ever see Dean again. He seeks solace in writing his poems, and fervently wishes that one day he will be reunited with the man he loves, not knowing that destiny and fate are working to bring the separated mates back together.

Link to AO3 | Link to Art

This story was created as part of the Destiel Beatles MiniBang and the lovely art was created by @hexentaenzerin and I want to thank them so much for all of their hard work!

[aquared]

i really liked the idea of both of them going dog tier in reference to the whole bec prototyping ordeal in the b1 session ( albeit with 2 different types of non-omnipoterrier dogs rather than , yknow ) it’s probably really the most cheesy and out there thing i’ve thought of for this au so far but ……. i …… don’t …. care !!

[theskymother]

animal jam is a lot more fun when you're rich

[varpusvaras]

With too many men down for the count for one reason or another, Fox has to take a mission off-planet, escorting Senators to a meeting that could help them secure more allies to the Republic. Unfortunately for Fox, something that shouldn't go wrong goes wrong, and proceeds to throw his entire life off-axis, while he is lightyears away from the Guard's base. Of course, it all happens right in front of his crush, because the Universe hates Commander Fox of the Coruscant Guard.

Omegaverse AU, with Bail/Breha/Fox!

[screamsinsilver]

Tell me more about your Noah/Jesse ideas!

AAAAAA so (i have so many of these)

to start with it's like. they work pretty well together - they're friends to lovers with mutual pining, both pretty stubborn and kinda stupid to see why everyone else considers them married

becuase they're the type to be dating before they're dating - they watch their niche arthouse films together both at home and at screenings and they both go out for food when they've been up too late working and don't have the energy to cook and end up accompanying each other to different things theyre interested in

they're both home types too, and try to spend as much time in those few moments off tour just existing together (probably also spend a lot of time just chilling on calls together) again, before they actually get together they're spending time in each others' rooms becuase they genuiney enjoy each others' company

their dates are stuff like artisian coffee shops and museums and parks and beaches, calm places mostly

they're also like, annoying in a disgustingly cute way, they flirt a lot and bicker a lot and are always joined at the hip (and draped over each other). sometimes one will join the other's band on tour for a bit which their bandmates are mostly chill with (conor and matt as tour managers just have a little more to deal with especially if it's unexpected), and the other bands inthe package are a bit surprised when noah walks out of the erra bus at some show in, like, chicago, but whatever, they're all friends its chill.

(they do fuck on tour, which annoys matt and conor if they're disappearing away with no explanation but it's mostly fine as long as they don't leave a mess that has the venue staff leaving some angry message and a cleaning invoice. they both are also mindful of the fact that they're both singers and therefore a quick bj before a show might not be the best idea (does it stop them? probably not))

when erra and bomens are touring together both bands spend a lot of time hanging out together anyway, but when travelling sometimes one band will have to check their singer is with the other band because sometimes he is but sometimes they might have left him (or both of them) somewhere and they can't have that lol

there is more, a lot of which is wrapped in the context of fic i'm writing with a friend. angst and smut and fluff and everything. it's gonna be a long fic. we're even talking sequels and spinoffs

[artanogon]

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[tfpblogsposts]

Cybertron to Earth Revolution AU Explained.

Of course now that I have an AU name and a pretty good understanding of what my AU is going to be like. Let's go back to the very beginning and start off with the 13 Original Primes. I wanted to mix their designs, personalities, abilities, and deaths with TF One, Transformers Prime COP Novel, and a few of my own ideas into my universe. Please ask questions if you're unsure or give me more headcanons ideas for my AU to explain, thank you.

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Prima:

I liked Prima's design in TF One, the white and gold colour scheme gives off the whole leader-like appearance, along with blank white optics and a white battlemask that would appear over his face similar to TFP. I like the idea of the Matrix being attached to the hilt of his Sword (The Star Saber) from the Covenant of Primus book (COP) before it got broken in half after the fight with Unicron, then later the Matrix was used for its own purpose and given to Zeta in the future. His personality just screams stubbornness, he's more focused on his tasks rather than his own team, especially when fighting Unicron when he would always charge over first to finish the God quickly. When it came to him and Megatronus, there was always tension, especially since Megatronus's spark was similar to Unicron's and Prima was quite religious to Primus's beliefs, making them complete opposites. The 2 would always fight and argue until eventually giving each other the silent treatment...safe to say they will never get along. The Star Saber's ability will always stay the same as it was in the TFP Series, I like how powerful it is to cut through a mountain with ease, definitely Prima's favourite choice of weapon. Before the Quintesson war, it was rumoured that Prima had intentionally shot himself, with a note saying that he couldn't do it anymore...

Vector Prime:

I wanted to mix Vector Prime's design a little, I liked the golden look as stated in the COP Novel, but the reddish pink and white colour scheme with blue and gold accents was unique (referring to the comics), along with blank white eyes and a flowing red cape. The cape would have a time-like pattern on it, cogs and wavy lines, it'll be cool for him :D. Finding his personality was a challenge, I've been scrolling through Tumblr randomly, looking at headcanons when I've noticed a pattern, a pattern that Vector would be cheerful, lively, and more friendly. But it would be reasonable to have Vector be a calm soul but more focused than friendly, tho he can be cheerful around a few people he trusts, especially Onyx. You have to remember that controlling space and time takes focus and control, keeping a calm demeanor would be beneficial for him or he would just lose control. Controlling Time and Space to the point you're now a guardian of it sounds awesome, Vector can create Spacebridge portals and control time to rewind forward and backwards but not enough that it would mess up the time continuity, along with controlling cosmics and stars as well in battle. For my AU, Vector would be the second strongest Prime Primus has ever created, I mean controlling space and time? That's pretty powerful in my book. To mention the TF One movie, he would have died to the Quintessons. After noticing the Quintesson ships coming down to Cybertron, Vector tried to fly down to Cybertron to warn everyone, but the Quintessons managed to grab him and force him into their ship, eventually he met his demise to the Quintessons blasters exploding him to bits.

Alpha Trion:

I am definitely keeping the red and purple colour scheme along with the white beard and white metallic cape (based on TFP), and no one can change my mind. His piercing cyan optics would just show his wisdom and god-like knowledge he has. Alpha Trion would be a very calm and wise guy, you can practically call him grandpa if you wanted to, tho as stated in the COP book, he's not a fighter and prefers to stay on the sidelines rather than try to break up a fight. I like to think his social skills are crap. He has all understanding to know what happens in the past and in the future thanks to his book, the Covenant of Primus, that he'll have to keep all of this knowledge hidden to himself, making him stay quiet. Think about it, if you told someone what's going to happen in the future, that person will try to change the future and ruin time and fate. Alpha Trion would be forced to keep silent about everything, not giving him enough chances to communicate and talk to his friends. That's why Primus gave him the book, for him to document and write about everything he thinks to continue Cybertron's lore. As a Master Archivist, of course he's good at collecting old books and finding out more about Cybertron, sorting out stuff, etc etc, he's a pretty organised mech. His abilities state that he could bend reality if he wanted to with the Covenant of Primus, but that's only an extremely rare thing he does to mainly protect the planet, not its people if Cybertron starts to break down. The thought of him having Telekinesis as shown in TFP One was very cool too, I kept it lol. Now then, Alpha Trion has been through a lot...that's pretty obvious, he's the oldest mech to ever live in Cybertron amongst so many people, he's seen everything...so when he was captured by the decepticons during the war with Smokescreen, he just gave Megatron a disapproving look of disappointment in his bound up state before getting decapitated. Alpha Trion doesn't fear death, he's lived too long.

Solus Prime:

The first female Prime, and a fragging badass too. I loved her design in TF One, the magenta and yellow looked very unique, but I wanted to give her purple accents on her armour just to make her stand out a little, along with blank white eyes, magenta eyeshadow, and beautiful purple locks. She holds her Forge on her back with a strap to go across her chest, so she's not constantly holding the damn hammer in her hands. Solus is very motherly and kind to everyone, even giving Megatronus the love he so desperately needed that the two became the very first Conjux Endura in history. Solus is selfless and understanding, tho can be a little stern like a stern parent when someone tries to annoy her or push her boundaries. Solus's love for Megatronus went far and beyond (please don't take that out of context) they would hang out, spend most of their time together, have a little dance under the moonlight, the 2 were perfect together. The Forge of Solus Prime can allow her to manifest/create anything she wanted, ranging from weapons to buildings, while it was powerful, of course it had its limits. The forge was also used as a powerful weapon (as shown in TFP when Ultra Magnus used the hammer) it can create electricity and bash through solid things easily with the right amount of force. But since Ultra Magnus was still new to the forge around that time, the forge was as powerful as it used to be. Her death was the very first death in Cybertron history. After Solus found out that Megatronus had been using Dark Energon to fuel himself up to be stronger, the 2 had a huge argument. Eventually the Dark Energon got to Megatronus's brain, making the Prime start to lose his mind and burst out in rage, shooting Solus right in her spark with his fushion arm cannon mid argument without thinking otherwise.

Micronus Prime:

Alchemist Prime:

I wanted to keep his TFP COP design, I wasn't a fan of the TF One design as it didn't look like a minicon at all. The small slim green bot inside an electric energy ball was something I very much enjoyed, along with electric cyan optics. Also his helmet looked a lot like a beetle which I found amusing. I like to think Micronus is a multitasker, put a bunch of tasks in front of him? Oh he won't stick with one. His personality would be kind and definitely selfless, a minicon that won't hesitate to help when in need and will always give bright ideas for plans. He would be great friends with Solus. But I can totally see him just a little feisty, as the tiny member of the team; a tiny wriggling around in Nexus's servos while trying to aim straight for the throat at Liege Maximo. That's something I can see happening. As stated in the Covenant of Primus, he is able to transfer energy, mimic abilities, he can go very fast, and is practically the consciousness of everyone. So much abilities packed into a tiny body I say. His death was trying to stop Megatronus, but ended up getting stomped to death.

Alchemist Prime, also known as the elemental. I wanted to mix his design with TFP COP and TF One. I liked his green and yellow design with wide cyan goggles for optic lenses in TF One, but decided to add that one light blue right arm and one orange left arm to him from the COP book to show his abilities. He is a soft spoken and sympathetic mech who prefers to learn and discover rather than fight, making him close friends with Alpha Trion. He is an even tempered and gentle member created by Primus. He is a scientist in his own right, inspecting every part of Cybertron big and small to figure out more secrets, but he'll share these ridiculous conspiracy theories that even some of the Primes would call him crazy. Alchemist's abilities are quite hard to comprehend, but being called the Elemental, I think he can change matter and other elements (example, turning a solid into a liquid, liquid to gas, etc), but only temporarily. His lenses allow him to expand and see beyond what others could, allowing him to understand the perspectives of others. His death was caused by Sentinel Prime while being attacked by the Quintessons (Reference to TF One), he tried to run but a Quintesson managed to get to him and held his limbs down. Alchemist tried to struggle, thrashing around but it was no use as Sentinel stabbed his sword into Alchemist's forehead, killing him instantly. Sentinel Prime wasn't phased with the fearful loud begging coming from Alchemist. "What a pathetic little thing" that was the last thing Alchemist Prime heard.

Nexus Prime:

Nexus Prime was a tricky one to do. I kept his design from the TFP COP book, the bronze metallic body with the red accents suits him well along with the light blue visor. He is 20% Cybertronian, 20% Junkion, 40% Velocitronian, and 20% unknown (a real combiner indeed). His personality just screams chaotic good, he's a daredevil, not afraid to take sudden risks. You don't like him? Good, he doesn't like you either, this guy doesn't hesitate to jump into danger to fight and comes back with multiple wounds only to see "it's fine! Just a scratch" (it's a gaping hole in his chest). He's had a solid and pretty good friendship with most of the Primes, he tolerates everyone but him and Amalgamous are always up to no good causing friendly trouble. His ability as a combiner is similar to shapeshifting but not quite. He can detach and reattach his limbs at will as well as being able to split himself into 5 parts. He doesn't have a dominant form since his gears and parts are constantly moving around and changing. You can imagine how annoying it must be when he has to oil his gears by the end. His death is similar to Alchemist, being led into a cave and meeting his demise. While fighting the Quintessons, he was pushed right into Sentinel's blade. The blade pierced through his chest right where his spark was.

Onyx Prime:

Onyx Prime will keep his COP design, with his brownish gold metal body along with large wings that expand up to 60ft in human measurements. He has his 3-faced Triptych mask that is placed on his head: The top mask, Farsight, showed visions of other places and times. The middle mask, Predator, gave Onyx immediate insight into any creature so that he can hunt it faultlessly. The bottom mask, Mournsong, allows Onyx to watch the journey of a Spark across the hidden regions of death. A pretty powerful Centaur if you ask me. He is a very friendly Prime to everyone, always very determined to complete a mission. His mannerisms can be compared to an animal considering he's a winged-centaur, so he'll be thrilled with head pats, running through the fields, belly rubs, young people riding on his back, he loves it all! Similar to TFOne, I can see his weapon being a double bladed spear, he'll be terrifyingly good at it that the Predacons would run for the hills. His death was before the Quintessons, after Solus Prime's death to Megatronus, and Primes wanted to try and detain Megatronus before he could do any more damage. They didn't want to kill him, just restrain him. But attempting so, Megatronus grabbed Onyx, raising him up above his head, and ripped the poor winged-centaur in half.

Amalgamous Prime:

Okay! Amalgamous was the SECOND hardest one to type for my AU. They're a very tall mech coloured in electric yellow and gold with white accents. As a shapeshifter, they don't have a specific pronoun to go by, some people think they're a mech and some think they're a femme. They are the tallest of the Primes yet unable to understand the Cybertronian language so they stay silent and communicate by actions. But mainly Solus and Vector teach them their language so now Amalgamous can speak maybe a word or two. They're an expert prankster, tricking everyone stealthily and is always successful every time. Like Onyx, they can act like an animal, mainly like a cat. They'll purr when feeling comfortable or content, it's honestly adorable. Besides that, they're a very gentle and kind creature. Their death was right before Onyx when Megatronus straight up grabbed their head and decapitated them harshly. Amalgamous never got to speak their language properly or got to see Cybertron change into something beautiful...they were very devastated...

Quintus Prime:

Quintus Prime looks more like a Martian than anything. His green and yellow alien-like body stood out the most compared to the other Primes. He has 4 bright yellow optics on his face along with a robotic halo-like headpiece on the back of his head. His design in TFOne was pitch perfect, so I decided to give him the 6 arms as shown in the movie. He honestly looks like he's floating with his tentacle-like legs tho. His ability is his emberstone that allows him to experiment with life a little. Now I decided to change his personality up a little bit for my AU. As creator of the Quintessons, he always wanted to create life for Cybertron, it was his dream goal and he was very fond of the idea so much. But then again, he wanted to rule Cybertron as well. So he created the Quintessons to purposely cause chaos and destruction to Cybertron while also creating robotic life so he could rule the planet his own way. But eventually the other Primes managed to cuff him and take him to Iacon prison where Alchemist sat down to talk to him. No one knew why Quintus Prime was so adamant to be the villain and cause a new era of Cybertron. But after a bit of talking, Alchemist could see hints of guilt in Quintus's eyes, but Quintus didn't want to admit anything and just considered himself responsible for causing all of this. His death was the very first death Sentinel committed. Before the plan in the cave was set, Sentinel walked to Quintus's cell with his double bladed sword and stabbed Quintus in the chest once, leaving Quintus slowly dying as he walked away. A very slow and painful death for the unexpected traitor of the group.

Liege Maximo:

Liege Maximo, the Prime of lies. Liege has an emerald green and black colour scheme with hints of gold, as well as long horns, bright yellow snake-like optics, and a dark green cloak. Of course his design is similar to COP. He is a very good manipulator, able to get away with any excuse, his skill allowed him to convince all the Primes all except for Megatronus. Megatronus was not fooled by the Prime's snake-like movements and the side eyeing he gave. Liege Maximo is a very kind and fatherly mech on the outside able to comfort and encourage his friends, but cunning and sly on the inside able to manipulate and trick everyone. He didn't have a special ability, manipulation was his best skill, but I did decide to give him poison darts he can use to throw at enemies, he seemed like the guy to use those. His death was caused by Megatronus. Do I really need to explain why Megatronus wanted to kill him? Well the 2 Decepticon Primes just absolutely hate each other. Liege Maximo had his arm ripped off during a fight by Megatronus, then pinned to the wall by his neck where he was shot in the head. As seen in TFP, Liege Maximo's arm was later found in a grave for Megatron to use to hold the dark star Saber and fight Optimus in the future.

Megatronus Prime:

No one can tell me otherwise, I'm keeping his TFOne look. I love the purple and yellow armour along with the decepticon-shaped mask over his face. I gave him yellow optics that eventually change to red when taking his first kill. Before his betrayal, Megatronus was a misunderstood mech, he was very caring and honest, showing respect to his Conjux, Solus, and overall trying to do the right things. But Prima could sense Unicron's spark inside Megatronus, making the 2 rivals, always fighting and arguing with each other. And don't get me started on Liege Maximo, Megatronus was always furious when Liege would manipulate his Conjux. I can see Megatronus having anger issues, the poor mech was always so stressed and wanting to protect everyone but it always came out as his fault. His ability is Telekinesis and wields a large purple spear along with a fushion cannon attached to his right arm. After the battle of Unicron, Megatronus wanted to do more to protect his team. So he started to consume dark energon. He thought that dark energon could help him get stronger and more powerful as seen with Unicron. But oh was he so wrong, the effects of Dark energon took over his anger that he shot Solus, killed Onyx, Liege Maximo, Amalgamous, Micronus brutally, knocked Vector unconscious, and tried to strangle Alpha Trion. When he ran away from everyone and into the cave on the surface, he started sobbing at his regrets and failures as the dark energon was overwhelming and weakening his spark. As he was being held gently by Primus and slowly dying, he whispered to his creator "If there ever will be a new Prime in the future...I swear I'll protect them with my very might in spirit..." This is a reference to when Optimus will be Prime in the future. I wanted Megatronus not as a villain, but a misunderstood person.

Thirteenth (Zeta) Prime:

And ladies and Gentlemen we are onto our last Prime. As a reference to TFOne, Zeta Prime will be the last Prime out of the 13. Zeta Prime was made as the youngest Prime with a blue and yellow body along with a crown-shaped headpiece. He was about 12 at the time when Alpha Trion decided to take care of him during all of this. Zeta used to be a shy soul yet his spark was the very closest to Primus, making him more respected and cared for than ever. When the fight with Unicron came is when he got his very first weapon, the energon axe. At age 15 was when he was given the Matrix of Leadership and he led the Primes until age 25. During those times, Zeta and Alpha Trion were very close in a student-mentor way relationship, you can probably consider Zeta to be his son if you wanted to. Zeta's ability was able to bring life with Primus's spark, he can control everything, he was a very powerful kid able to do practically anything. Telekinesis, mind reading. Flight. Strength. Speed. Glitch. You name it, he was like a god, but Zeta used his powers respectfully as to not bring out his full potential unless desperately needed. Sentinel Prime was made by the Quintessons, hatched out of an egg as a sparkling, this led Zeta to take care of the child for years and years as a responsible father. Years go by as Zeta was leader of Cybertron, until Sentinel's betrayal. When Sentinel shot Zeta in the abdomen and took the Matrix (only for it to disappear), he was left to die in the cave. Alpha Trion made sure to hold his son close as Zeta requested for his name to be erased from history, he was confident he would be reincarnated and brought back, and he didn't want his future life to know who he used to be. So Zeta's name was erased and changed to Thirteenth Prime. Half of Thirteenth's spark was reincarnated into Orion Pax, while the other half was connected to the Matrix of Leadership.

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Conclusion

All the Primes are now contained in the Matrix, their sparks giving the Matrix light while their ghosts/spirits guided Optimus throughout his journey, Megatronus being the most frequent since he's keeping his promise. All the Primes used to be one big happy family until everything went to shit. Overall, they will not be forgotten.

✨And that was the 13 Primes for my AU, I'll be doing more of this kind of stuff in the future. Please feel free to give me headcanons or give me questions. My AU goes from the 13 Original Primes all the way to Lost Light. So I'm open to everything! References are from the Covenant of Primus book, Transformers Prime, and Transformers One.✨

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@gladiatorspxrked sent 🏢 for a starter.

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Well that was exciting?

Orion was sitting with Magnus waiting for their Sire to return with this mysterious family member. Both were anxious to meet her.

"Who do you think she is?" Orion eyed over at Magnus who shrugged. "Surely you have some idea. You can come up with monsters in Sire's room but you can't create a story for this?"

:: It's early and I'm tired... :: Magnus responded through com. Orion gave her a little nod letting her have that excuse.

"Alright," Orion said. "Then I guess we'll just have to wait and see." He stood up, perhaps to get some energon for himself. Yet he found himself at his siblings mercy when she snagged him at his waist before he could fully stand.

"MAGNU--!!!" Orion fell to the ground with a heavy thud and a grunt. Magnus laid on top him with all her weight. Even if she was tired, she was still a pest. The blank expression on her sibling was loud on his face. She whooped a laugh and did nothing but slept. Orion would remain trapped in her clutches until their sire returned home.

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Alpha Trion returned to his apartment, opening the doors to allow their newest member in.

"Orion, Ultra Magnus," Trion called out to his young. "We have returned."

"We are in here, sire," Orion called back from the common room. Alpha Trion quirked an optic ridge, turning his helm.

He should not have been surprised to see that the two of them have got wrapped up into some sort of trouble or shenanigans while he was away.

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if you're up for it, could you say more about infertile alpha dick? or recommend any fics?

It's a detail about himself that Dick keeps close to his chest

Went through all the stages of grief over it. Straddles the line between acceptance and resignation because Dick has a complicated relationship with how he feels about having a family of his own

On the one hand, no. Absolutely not. He's aware of the lifestyle he chooses to live and he's conscious of the fact that he won't give it up for anything. Doesn't matter how he wants or yearns for something - Dick chooses vigilantism and he won't put his mate/his pup/any child through that stress/potential for danger/capacity for loss. Dick's life isn't conducive for stability or happiness (he doesn't deserve it).

On the other hand, yes. Please, yes. Because Dick has always wanted a love like his parents. He's nostalgic for the family that was taken from him too soon. He wants a mate, a pack, pups. A whole litter of them - a circus of his own.

The softest alpha when he comes across an expecting omega; always unwittingly lights up because of it.

The same goes for pups. Dick adores them. Is good with them. They congregate around him because he's fun, sure, but more than that it's this hindbrain thing of recognizing safety

Dick doesn't think he'd make a good alpha, let alone a good dad; he doesn't recognize that a lot of people already see him that way in both regards

When anyone asks about his plans for that part of his future, he deflects. He's good about it; discreet. Some people pick up on it before others, but regardless of who figures something might be wrong, Dick doesn't want to talk about it. It's forgotten about, soon enough. A secret for Dick to keep.

It's a bit painful when people talk about what a lovely family he'll have one day though because he knows that's not in the cards for him. It's not even a choice.

It's for the better though, he lies to himself. Again and again.

Basically longing x10000000 but Dick will deny that

Dickjay Portion:

Dick lays with his head on Jason's stomach a lot. His ear pressed to Jason's abdomen, arms wrapped loose around him as Jason scratches his fingers through Dick's hair

Spaces out a lot like that. Thinking of what a beautiful mother Jason would make. How if there was anyone for Dick to share that with - but he cuts the thought off there because it hurts. He nuzzles into Jason's stomach and forces his thoughts elsewhere.

Meanwhile Jason is internally cursing up a storm because fuck, Dick's head on his stomach like this is sweet. It's like what Jason has imagined Dick would do if Jason was -- if Jason could -- and he gets self-conscious because Jason can't give that to Dick

Basically them both making assumptions and wanting each other to be happy without realizing they're experiencing the same struggles

When they do share the truth with each other though - fuck.

Relief but also empathy and heartache and devastation for one another. Jason bringing Dick down to rest Dick's head on Jason's chest and just holding him. Because Jason is stricken by the loss on Dick's behalf. Because he's not blind. Dick can say what he wants; he can lie, but Jason sees how this man wanted that life and he can't have it. Even if Jason wanted it for himself and could give it - Dick can't.

Not getting into adoption debate here. Because guilt complex so big neither of them could pick one and leave others. That aside, concept is different from practice either way. Their lives are too dangerous and they know firsthand what it is to be damned by their livelihoods - this community.

Dickjay, but the comedic bullet point that doesn't really match the rest of the vibes here:

Dick is a kinky guy he mourns the loss of not being able to make Jason plump with his litter of pups it's just kind of tragic

Extras:

Some world where he meets Mar'i somehow and it devastates him. Not in any way that breaks him, but his heart is so full that he sure it bursts. He'd be so awestruck by her. Tender and soft and proud because she's wonderful - sweet girl.

Less niche, more general. Where Dick still helps Roy get baby Lian. Just Dick holding this precious pup to his chest, supporting her and smelling the top of her head for that pup smell and being so in love and the pup isn't even his. Dick not being so much reluctant to let go, but struggling with it all the same because he wants this; he wants and wants and wants. But it's okay because Roy treats Lian just as dear and Dick loves to see his friend have that happiness. That besides, Roy lets Dick stay. Dick gets to help look after and raise her. It's not the same, but Dick is happy for it regardless.

This idea of soft and sweet alpha!dad Dick lives alongside a separate headcanon that Dick would be the sort of dad that is peak casual. Just holding pups like footballs and rigging up questionable contraptions to keep the babe occupied while he works on something.

Oh geez this ask is becoming about Dick and babies more than anything I'm sorry but like. Dick doing pushups and kissing the top of his kid's head every time he lowers himself down? The baby giggling and smacking his face?? Meanwhile Jason is sat a little ways away, completely enamored and endeared and oops - here comes the baby fever; pup him the fuck up, please.

Only not because this is an infertile!alpha!Dick ask. Big sad.

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He forgot about it. His crew didn't.