#and that it was the first time Megatron's been off the Nemesis for a while | Explore Tumblr posts and blogs

bones4thecats · 1 year ago

Note

Hello! Thank you for the answering my previous request, it was a lovely read. If you are still open for requests at the time of me sending this, I would like to request some general relationship headcanons for TFP Megatron, Starscream, Soundwave, and Shockwave with a Cybertronian S/O. Thank you for your time and I hope you have a good day! - ❤️‍🩹Anon

Relationship Hcs With TFP Decepticons

Characters: Megatron, Starscream, Soundwave and Shockwave Requester: ❤️‍🩹Anon A/N: It's nice to hear from you again, ❤️‍🩹Anon! Thank you for the compliment on your past request! Anyways, I do hope you enjoy this Transformers Prime request. By the way, be on the lookout for titles that are naturally feminine, I couldn't find many gender-neutral ones. P.S: The character labeled in the last bit of hcs is completely fictional. ⚠️ Spoilers/Trigger Warnings for: Transformers Prime Series and Movie ⚠️

••●••●••●••●••●••●••●••●••●••●••●••●••●••●••●••●••●••●••●•

»»————————————-　Megatron　————————————-««

👑 This guy is known for his tyrannical behavior, but he does tone it down when it comes to you being around him. Megatron does care about his S/O dearly in his spark

👑 Megatron started the war because of the unjust ranking in society, but he also started the war because he did not want you to be shoved around like nothing anymore. He may have been a respected gladiator in the Pits of Kaon, but even that title can only go so far in a corrupt society

👑 Over the course of the war, Megatron appointed many to his side, which was called the Decepticons. And throughout the claiming of titles, he dubbed you his right-hand. After all, a Lord is nothing without a Lady

👑 He may not seem like it, but this ruler is fairly good at treating his lover as an equal. Megatron may be a psychopath during his reign over the Decepticons, but he has morals deep down in his spark

👑 Anyways, when the war did begin to go against both sides and Cybertron fell when it came to life, Megatron was the first mech to realize it. And when he saw how the supposed-quick-war was growing longer with every passing cycle, he rushed you off the planet and onto the Nemesis ship first, with him and his most trusted followers joining

👑 Throughout his time out in space locating the mystical Dark Energon, you attempted to stay in direct contact with him the best. Before he ventured to far away, leaving the Nemesis in control of you and the official second-in-command, Starscream

👑 It was painful ruling alongside the egotistical seeker, but when your sparkmate returned, you lunged at the opportunity to rule alongside him instead

👑 While he was under the influence of the dark energon, he attempted to keep you far away from him, which showed just how much he valued your existence. You may have been an amazing fighter, but he could overpower you with ease

👑 Megatron's death was also the thing that caused many to see just how close you two were. When his limp and sparkless frame fell from the Nemesis, through the atmosphere of Earth, and down into the vast and deep ocean below, you cried in agony while multiple Vehicons carried you away. All Autobots, including ones like Ratchet and Arcee, were shocked to see you crying over his death. They suspected that he was an abuser, when it reality, he was better than that... he was your dream mech...

👑 Before your escaped, you were taken away by the Autobots, locked away in your once thriving ship with your medic Knockout and the many Vehicons who stayed loyal. Though, it seemed that the Autobots, especially Optimus, felt pity for you

👑 And while he laid apparently deceased in everyone else's mind, you felt his spark pulsating through your bond. You were shocked when it was announced that Megatron somehow had come back from the dead, but you knew once you looked at him that he wasn't the Megatron you once knew and loved

👑 During the fight, you were one to fight alongside the Predacons, using your advanced fighting skills when in flight-mode to attack easily. After the actual fighting, Predaking looked at you and nodded, making you fly off and to the surface of the hopefully-near thriving Cybertron

"Megatron...?"

"Y/N."

"Megs!"

👑 You lunged forward in a sprint and allowed the large mech to pick you up, spinning you around and hug you as you wept into his now-spikier armor. You then rose your head and relaid it down on his forehead, only looking away from him when you heard the coughs of a certain scrawny-stiletto wearing seeker

👑 Starscream merely backed away scared as you and Megatron glared and the titular mech yelled at him in anger. And before you flew after your lover, who was exiling himself after saying the Decepticons were no longer working and he was turning his title in as a warlord, you smiled at the Autobots and handed Knockout a small tablet with a photograph of the main 'cons, then it changed to one of you, Knockout and Breakdown

👑 The red mech smiled and gave you a small hug before you heard Megatron yell for you, making you transform after sending your goodbyes and flying away. A new life to start with your lover, away from war and away from the blood-soaked regime of your old lives

••●••●••●••●••●••●••●••●••●••●••●••●••●••●••●••●••●••●••●•

»»——————————-　 Starscream 　———————————-««

💫 He first met you while he was controlling a large armada of fellow seekers in the Cybertronian Air Command. You were a new recruit and gained a close bond with the raspy-Decepticon, quickly rising in the ranks before becoming Lieutenant-General of the Air Command

💫 While under the control of Megatron, he showed quite a favoritism to you. And believe me when I say this; Starscream hated how close he acted towards you

💫 It was when Soundwave revealed you and Starscream's spark-bond that Megatron stiffened slightly around you, but did still act fairly cordial. Until his motives began to worsen over the next few hundred years

💫 Many view Starscream as a very manipulative and fearful being, and they're not wrong there. At first, he tried manipulating you, but you eventually grew onto him like a mold

💫 He also has used you like a Cybertronian-Shield multiple times. But, you always were at the ready with a weapon when against the Autobots and their meddlesome human allies

💫 Speaking of him using you as a shield, while he may use you as one when it comes to some battles when he is obviously at a disadvantage, when it comes to his beatings against your leader, you become his defendant. At least when it gets bad enough to be possibly life-threatening

💫 Starscream puts on a macho-mech persona, which he only lets down when his life in in danger or when you are in a major accident. Like when the Autobots were fighting against you and Shockwave while retrieving a Predacon's fossil. He had immediately noticed you were going to have a small concussion

💫 He was the one who went out with Soundwave to defend you, he could care less about Shockwave's spark. He needed you alive, not him.

💫 You guys are one of the cutest duos on the Nemesis. Whenever a Vehicon walks by you two speaking with a smile lodged on both of your faces, they just look at one another and chuckle

💫 It's your gentle-nature that makes Starscream feel unworthy of having you around. He views himself as inferior, and this only grows when he serves under Megatron. The larger mech makes him feel completely worthless, especially by comparing him to others, specifically Shockwave and Soundwave

💫 Unlike Starscream, you helped fight against Unicron when he possessed Megatron. You helped Shockwave gather his three Predacons to send them off, before going off to use your flight to your advantage before leaving to find Starscream

💫 He angered you slightly when he tried convincing Megatron to take over Cybertron again, and after he flew off, you sent him a comm saying you hoped he lived a fulfilling rest of his life. He just chuckled and wished you and Starscream a good future, making you smile and look at your spark-mate

💫 Smiling at the Autobots nervously, Starscream transformed and yelled for you to follow suit. You sighed and threw a vile of finished synthetic-energon at Ratchet, making him gasp and chuckle as you winked and flew off. What an exit... one worthy of his old lab partner and good friend

💫 As Starscream chanted about being the new leader of the Decepticons, you heard the Predacons approach and stared wide-eyed as they glared at Starscream but not you... damn you were always favored more than him🤣

"Y/N...? Why are they glaring at me so much...?"

"Pretty sure they wanna eat you. You might wanna start running, Hon'."

💫 You just looked at the three mechs and told them to go easy on him, and they just huffed before nodding and chasing him. Leaving a smiling Cybertronian behind

••●••●••●••●••●••●••●••●••●••●••●••●••●••●••●••●••●••●••●•

»»——————————-　 Soundwave 　———————————-««

🔊 Ah, the loving silent mech himself.

🔊 He, unlike others, did not meet you before the war began. Instead, you were assigned to be his fellow third-in-command, except you were more located outside of the ship and leading attacks than him

🔊 Soundwave is fairly difficult to get to know at first, since he doesn't speak and doesn't show any reaction. Y'know- with the visor-face and all...

🔊 But, when you did get closer with the mech, it was known to all on the Nemesis that you were held in high regard not only to Lord Megatron, but to the third-in-command as well. Not even Starscream dared to lay a servo on you, fear of retaliation from both of the powerful mechs overwhelming him

🔊 Now, if you are smaller than him, he does make sure you stay out of others ways or get jobs that fit the way you are built and can handle. Normally, the smaller the Cybertronian, the thinner amount of weight they can handle

🔊 Though, if you are bigger, he trusts you to handle yourself a lot more. He would watch over you in battle, sending you codes that could help you in defeating the Autobots and retrieving whatever Megatron needed

🔊 Soundwave also is a very busy mech, so most of the time he has work to do. So, in those kinds of situations, he sends his precious minicon, Laserbeak, out to observe you. Ordering him to send a distress single if you were in danger and he couldn't do anything to help

🔊 When he was kidnapped by the Autobots, you were beyond unstable. Throwing items back and forth across your shared room, successfully scaring all that passed and heard you mixture of angry screams and cries of agony

🔊 Him coming back made your mood lighten up, and it caused even Megatron to slightly smile seeing you run up to him and hug him tightly, before cringing at the sight of the Autobot medic, and your old friend, Ratchet, being thrown in cuffs and pushed away to a holding cell

🔊 You stayed right beside him as best as you could, helping out with everything until those wretched humans came around and had a second Ground-Bridge opened, wrapping both you and him in the warp. Before carrying your screaming frame as his struggling one inside

🔊 Soundwave slightly strutted before lunging at the three mortals, unsuccessfully ending them. This made you gasp and stutter in realization... you were stuck in the Shadowzone with no way out of it and no-one except those humans to know where you were

🔊 Falling to your knees, you began to weep as Soundwave kneeled in front of you and held you close. A low tune being played over his speakers

"Will we ever get out of here...?"

"I will stop at nothing to get us out of here, Y/N." Soundwave said, his natural voice running through your audials.

"I love you..."

"And I love you as well."

••●••●••●••●••●••●••●••●••●••●••●••●••●••●••●••●••●••●••●•

»»——————————-　 Shockwave 　———————————-««

🧪 Shockwave and you met in another fairly odd way

🧪 As a very head-strong member of the Cybertronian Sea Special Ops, and holding the rank of a Major, you always kept your mind right on the target. And when you were sent in by your General, Preon, to observe a supposed operation of a revolution against the Council

🧪 You disguised yourself with a device modeled by one of the engineers, and when you came into contact with the one-eyed mech, you were enamored. And you couldn't lie, hearing Megatron's speech of freedom from the damaging oppression laid stuck in your head

🧪 Over time, you began to use your Black Ops skills to escape detection and help Shockwave gain different objects he needed for his experiments. And when you revealed your treachery to the Cybertronian Council, he felt a pang in his spark that was unfamiliar

🧪 While first deeming it illogical, Shockwave did enjoy being in a close relationship with you. You were highly skilled in battle and in everything scientific

🧪 Shockwave is a very distant mech because of his work. He serves the Decepticon cause very well, to the point where many say he comes in a dual battle against Soundwave's loyalty to the cause

🧪 Despite the complaints of Megatron, you stayed on Cybertron, and got damaged when fighting against Arcee and Cliffjumper. And even he had to admit, you grew on him a lot faster than he initially believed. The cyclopian-mech did also prove to be better at being a doctor than he or you thought

🧪 Shockwave does care about you in a unique way. While he doesn't show it outright like other Cybertronians, he does prove how much he cares about you with simple methods. He does three main things; he is extremely honest, sharing his opinions on all matters, Shockwave also trusts you with tasks he wouldn't trust anyone else with, such as caring for the Predacons while he is outside gathering more fossils, and he loves to show his loyalty. He could care less about everyone else, you are his top-priority when it comes to dangerous situations

🧪 If you ever had doubts of your bond, he immediately addresses it. He may be working while speaking, but he does show his devotion to you first

"Shockwave... do I... mean anything to you...?"

"That's one of the most illogical things I have ever heard." Shockwave replied. "If I saw no use in having a relationship with you, I would never had proposed our spark-bond coming to light. I don't ever want to hear about you doubting yourself, Y/N. Understood?"

🧪 He's not the most ideal mech to be bonded to for life, but he isn't the worst

755 notes · View notes

mxbenz · 7 months ago

Note

Do you think Soundwave gives birth the traditional sparkling kinda way - or do you think the babies emerge from his chest for the first time after forging them?

alright. alright. XD LOL this is so dumb. my apologies (tw for mechpreg and such)

Soundwave's carrying cycle had been largely uneventful. In fact, most mechs aboard the Nemesis likely wouldn't have even known he was carrying at all, save the slight rounding of his abdomen in his third trimester. There had been fluctuations in his hormonal readings, of course. But those were really only numbers on a scanner. They meant little else to him.

The only real concern was the matter of the Sire.

Megatron and Shockwave, were--of course--both aware that Soundwave had interface with each of them regularly. There was no reason to hide that. Of the two, though, Megatron always seemed to have the more emotional hold-ups about it. But the Decepticon leader was hardly starved for affection. And it had only been a glitch in his regulatory system (thanks to some of Starscream's muddling around in old medical files) that had led to Soundwave allowing his baffles to expire.

It was difficult to tell, without going in and extracting a bit of spark code directly, whose bitlet Soundwave had carried. And, if he were honest (and he usually was), he did not particularly care. A sparkling was a sparkling, regardless of parentage. The fact, though, was that Soundwave's method of emergence would largely be determined by the identity of the sire.

Where Megatron preferred a more physical bond, opting to interface via valve and spike, Shockwave always preferred the much less messy exchange of code via chassis ports. The former, of course, resulted in a much messier emergence, while the latter produced a bitlet that would be perfectly aligned with Soundwave's chassis casing--which would emerge as his casettes always did.

When he had walked into the medbay that day, informing the medic on staff at the time--Bonesaw--that he had entered emergence and would be requiring immediate assistance, he had been fully prepared for either option.

Though, he had not expected both.

"Are you aware there are two, Commander?"

Even behind his ever-composed visor, Soundwave had managed a rare flash of confusion as he stared at Bonesaw with a fair bit of concern.

"Request: Clarify."

"Twins, Commander Soundwave. Well...perhaps not twins. They appear to be housed in separate chambers. Conceived at different times. Potentially..." He trailed off, clearly growing uncomfortable.

"Affirmative: From different Sires."

#soundwave #megasound #wavewave #my writing #anon #what is this #i'm so sorry #mechpreg #maccadam #valveplug

237 notes · View notes

sunrisecaminus · 5 months ago

Note

Ollo :>

Could you do a femme seeker reader x Megatron?

The reader is Megatron’s Conjunx and has wanted a sparkling for a long time.

Unfortunately thanks to the war, things make life unsafe to try start a family.

Now, thanks to the nemesis, it’s the perfect time to ask.

The reader is shy about it a first, beating around the bush until she blurts “I want a sparkling”

Cut to Megatron’s breeding kink(if that makes you uncomfortable then that’s ok), being pounded into oblivion into his throne.

Megatron is on his 4th load of transfluids but will not stop until he is sure the reader is satisfied and full.

Thank u :>

Message - When I said you could be freaky, I meant it. No judgement here man. I gotchu!

Megatron x Seeker Reader NSFW

Summary - Seeker conjunx is starting to get really impatient about Megatron not getting her sparked.

Warnings - NSFW, Breeding Kink,

It has been so long sense you and Megatron talked to each other outside of work related things. You have had enough from all the battling at this point and just wanted to be free from all the Autobots for once. You needed air from General Starscream and his arrogance so when you got a scouting mission you knew this was a perfect opportunity to leave.

You have been flying for about 4 hours now, but you didn't want to land. The clouds and the sky were beautiful on this planet and you wanted to take it all in before you went back in that dark ship. Going over rivers, mountains, and even flew over to another state just to see new environment. You ground bridged to the ocean and had fun splashing your wings in the water while going 1,600 mph. You being one of the fastest seekers out there made Starscream jealous, but you didn't care. After landing yourself on a mountain cliff, dangling your legs over to watch the sea waves, you started to think about things you have been wanting. One of the first things that have come to mind was finally having a little sparkling of your own. Every time you try to bring it up to your conjunx, he would just think you are talking about something else. That man, even if he hates you saying it, was the most oblivious man ever. You have even tried FLIRTING, twitching your wings at him, doing some lovely romantic dances with him in the berth room, and even kissing him a few times while telling him about what they should do when the Decepticons wins once and for all. He will never get it! Seekers are very much known for not being down to earth and not saying exactly what is on their minds, so you aren't use to telling him exactly what you want. It would be embarrassing for you if you had to tell him "Hey lets have a sparkling!" You feel butterflies even thinking about telling him so bluntly.

Before the meeting you wanted to give him one last chance. You walk up from behind Megatron and gently grab his hips. "Boo~" You smile with a loving look as he turned over to you with his angry expression. Once he sees that it is you, his eyes soften and grab your servo, kissing your digits. "How are you dear." You blush a bit, but lovingly give him a boop on his chest. "I was wondering if you would like to go to the next level after the meeting, hmm?" This has to be the perfect hint you could give him. What else would this mean? This was giving "Fuck me alright" energy and your tone said so. Megatron smirks and you wait for something flirty like he always did…but than-. "Well of course. I will put you in charge of the fleet next battle. I knew you have been getting bored about staying in the back. We can talk about your role in the next phase soon. I just need to talk to the others about their newest reports." He lets go of your servo and walks off. Holy Scrap that blew the fuse in your mind. No…No…NO! He has to be doing this on purpose! Megatron is the leader of the Decepticons and yet is so blind that he can't even find a TANK IN A STORAGE CLOSET!!!

Someone is wanting to speak with you on your com link so you answer for them. "Hello?" Normally it would be Megatron or Starscream trying to reach you, but today it was surprisingly just another seeker. "Good Morning mam, please make your way back as a meeting is about to start in 2 hours." You were getting a bit annoyed about this, another meeting…really?! You thank them and end the call, transforming and going back to the ship. You land on the top to meet Starscream reading on a data pad, probably another report. Even if you don't want to admit it, you and Starscream are very close friends. He may be a bit of a baby, but you help him from getting hit by Megatron quite often and it got you two to get closure and talked more about things. "Hey Star, can I talk to you for a second?" You put a hand on your hip sassily. "Not now y/n I-" He interrupts himself when he looked up and saw you were pissed. He puts the data pad down on a table and turned his whole body to face you. "You ok?"

"No, so many things have been on my mind. I have told you before that I have always dreamed of having a sparkling to take care of for the next generation, but Megs won't even look at me in a loving way anymore and I haven't had a kiss from him in 12 years!" You were so frustrated, wanting to get everything off your chest finally and Starscream took a second to load all the information you just told him. "Well have you tried wing communication?" Ah, Starscream also thought Megatron would know such an important Seeker language. He has been known to control the entire Seeker army and for some reason doesn't even know a flying fuck about Seeker culture. "I have literally danced with him and we even were going to kiss…until he said he needed to talk to Soundwave and he would "Dance with me later". Like HELLO!" Your wings were down and twitched a bit in anger. Starscream rolled his eyes to give you a motion that he completely understands where you are coming from. "Oh please, he can't be that stupid. At this point just yell at him. Don't show anymore kindness to him about it anymore. He needs to realize that if he is dating someone from another background, he is going to have to learn a thing or two about who we are." Starscream just pats you on the shoulder and tells you that he will see you at the meeting and leaves. He was right about something…that mech needed to learn a lesson or two.

You didn't go to the meeting, you needed to show him that you didn't care about his order about being there. You didn't want to hear him speak right now and took your lovely time in the Berth Room you share with Megatron. He noticed immediately that you were not there. Genuinely he were very confused from seeing you just a few minutes before it started. After the meeting he noticed the Berth Room was occupied and he came in to see you cleaning your wings, looking out the window to see the lovely sunset. You looked to beautiful to him, your elegance and lovely plating shined from the light and your eyes were always nice to look at. "You weren't in the meeting." He was the exact opposite with you, down to earth and blunt with what he wanted to talk about. You turn to him with narrow eyes and an angry look, which made him understand that he fucked up in some way and shut the door. "You never got it, for years I have been trying to show you that I was ready…but you never seem to look at me like you use to." Oh did it piss you off when he raised his eyebrow at you in confusion. You just wanted to smack him. You kept talking. "You notice everything else. My needs, the things I love, my support for the cause. Whenever I want to give you a life we both can share, You never seem to turn my way!" Megatron stayed silent, waiting for you to finish, he knew you were upset about something so he let you continue to hopefully hear what you desired from him. He obeyed your wishes a lot, he never knew he was ignoring one that you deemed important. "I want a Sparkling. Your Sparkling!"

Oh boy, did he just get whiplash from that statement. Before the war he has been telling his conjunx about his dreams of him getting you sparked and being able to take care of their sparkling's together. Now Megatron feels like a dumbass…scrap this whole time you have been giving him everything to show him you were ready. His spike was already pressing against his panel, but he needed to know if you were still ready. "I apologize for the torture you must have been going through, sweetspark. Would y-" Before he could say anymore, you sit yourself on the berth and lower your wings in a cute position. "Get over here right now you fragger." Megatron didn't ask anymore questions and grabs you by the neck, forcing you down onto the bed and biting your arm. "Whatever you wish~" His panel pops and you see his spike is fully ready for you to use. He bites your neck and keeps your hips in a good hold as you pull your head back and moan from the pleasure that you are being given now. You wanted him so badly, but you needed him to work for it after what he put you through. Your wings twitch from how good you felt Megatron touching you after years of not interfacing. After a while, your pede presses against his spike, making Megatron stop what he was doing to groan from the pressure you just gave him. "ngnn y/n…" Smiling from what you just did, you push his chest to get him to be the one to lay down as you climb on top of him. You shove your aft in his face as you start to lick the base of his spike with your glossa. You hear Megatron moan a bit louder, but than your panel is opened and your valve starts to get licked. "Ah! Megs! You Aft!" You hiss from how slow he was going and stopped giving friction to his spike, which made him realize that you were going to be a bit of a brat if he didn't do what you wanted. He starts to eat you properly as you feel his glossa going into your walls. Finally feeling satisfied from your valve being used and takes in his whole spike after a few more licks. Both of you were in a daze, trying your best to pleasure each other without becoming a moaning mess.

You feel as Megatron was about to release and you stop, shutting his tip so he didn't drip anywhere and he hissed from being stopped. "You brat!" He growls at you as you turn around, putting your valve above his spike. That made him shut up before he could say anything else and holds your hips again, ready when you wanted to move. You smile, in love at looking at your conjunx's face and lowered yourself on his spike. He exhales from how warm and tight you were; your wings spread to their full wingspan as your walls stretch to make room for him. After a while of both of you trying not to move, you start to go up and down, staring into his optics with nothing but love. He smirks at how you look right now, you were such a mess. "Look at you, craving for my sparklings. They will all be yours." He tells you in a deeper tone, knowing you crave for his sexy voice again. You look up to the ceiling and start feeling like you were going to finally cum. "Megs-ah!" You grab his hands that were clenched around your waist as he claws at your plating, both of you releasing at the same time. You stay sat deep onto his spike, making sure none of his fluids leave your valve. You stay where you were as you finally were at peace with everything. Megatron lays you on his chest and hugs around your body, helping you feel safe after such a vulnerable event took place. "Another Round?" You smirk from him asking such a stupid question. "You don't even need to ask".

#maccadam #tfp #transformers #transformers prime #transformers x reader #transformers x y/n #megatron x reader #valveplug

173 notes · View notes

therobotsarestuckinmyhead · 1 month ago

Text

♡ STARSCREAM [TFP] HCs ver: A.2.

scenario A: a Megatron loyalist being pursued (and falling for) Megatron's most vehement opposition, enemies to lovers, slow-burn(ish)

setting: starscream's three year reign of the Decepticons while Megatron is off to find drugs [dark energon]

prev: part 1 next: part 3 [smut, NSFW hcs]

PART TWO‼️ 3000+ words of this pathetic twink 🔥🔥🔥

— If you thought he was insufferable then, he's worse now. So much worse. Ever since Megatron left for his quest, Starscream has been on his high horse. The prideful commander was more than happy to bark out orders to Vehicons.

— But that's nothing compared to the ego trip he gets from getting to order you around. In Megatron's absence, you're under Starscream’s command like everyone else. No exceptions. Every Decepticon on-board the Nemesis is under Starscream, including you and Soundwave. You can feel the despondency even through Soundwave’s masked face; not many are happy with this. You included.

— He forces you to call him ‘Lord Starscream’ and you do so reluctantly, the words practically choked in your vocalizer. It makes him grumble, seeing the difficulty you go through trying to call him by a title he could tell that you, with all your spark, didn't think that he deserved.

— Well, too bad! It's all his now. Whether you like it or not. And you're actually surprised by how.. efficient his leadership is. He's actually handling the Decepticons pretty well. You thought the ranks would've disintegrated within a few cycles, you were almost entirely sure. But then Megatron’s words ring through your processor, ‘he has his uses’. Maybe you were too blind to see that.

— It's just hard to see given the Air Command has used you as a shield at least seventeen separate times before in combat and when Megatron was about to hit him. Literally ran behind you like you were a pillar to shield him. Megatron almost shot you with his fusion canon that day.

— You argue with him. A lot. Even more now. Usually about some decision he wants to take and you don't agree with it. Bickering like a butter divorced couple. The Vehicons don't really have the spinal struts to stand up to Starscream (even if they do talk behind his back). That means you're the only one challenging him. And he doesn't like it. But you do give out valuable insights, along with details he skims over… so you're more useful to him than he wants to let on. He definitely sees why Megatron has some respect for you.

— Remember when you were in the weaponry and trying to get some peace of mind only for Starscream to interrupt? That's still going on. But it's even worse. He's not letting you sit your aft down for a moment, barking orders at you every chance he gets. It's Screamer’s own special way of getting back at you. You're the Decepticon equivalent of an overworked Japanese salary man flat on the floor by the end of the day for the first few cycles of Starscream’s reign.

— Your tasks vary from trying to clutch a 4 vs. 1 against Autobots to Starscream commanding you to file his claws. Yes, he's making you file his claws. The ego boost he gets from having his nails done by his arch nemesis is inexplicable. But you start weaponizing incompetence and mess up his claws, he throws a hissy fit and with that smug, cheeky smile across your faceplates, he can tell you have no regrets.

— At some point, you're almost always beside him. Even more so than before Megatron decided to go on a dark energon hunt. And to your dismay, he even officially declares that you're his new ‘second-in-command’. But he only does so when he realizes that he's... actually gotten dependent on you to do certain tasks that he's sure most 'Cons wouldn't be able to manage. Not like he'd say that out loud to you. Ever.

“[name].”

“Oh no.” Your voice is muffled with the face your faceplates are against the soothing metal of the medical berth. But Starscream heard that just fine and shoots a glare at you.

You're flat on the medbay trying to take a nice stasis nap, the one place you hoped he wouldn't bother checking for you. You really need that nap. You're so tired. You've been given at least three missions back to back with no cool down at all. His optics linger on your form.

Starscream has been extra petty. Ever since he got Command, he's pretty much knocking on your quarters so he could bark out commands and you can see the smug satisfaction on that little pest’s faceplates. You just hope he gets bored of it soon, everyday your urge to flat out just punch him square in the face grows stronger.

You don't even bother standing up to greet him or salute him or anything. Your helm slowly turns to him with the most disinterested expression you could conjure up. This was the closest thing to acknowledgement he could ever get from you, it bothered him so much and even when he's the leader, you're still the same. His wings flare up a bit but they droop down as he clears his vocalizer.

“I’m appointing you as my second in command.” He says haughtily, as if you're supposed to fall to his pedes and worship him. Starscream waits for a reaction. You just ex-vent and go back to your napping position.

Starscream is fuming. How dare you. His vents are practically puffing out steam. The grey seeker had to go through so much to prove himself, just to be the second in command and here you are, ever so non-chalant and moody about having him hand the position down to you on a silver platter! You infuriate him in the worst way possible.

Starscream won't deny your usefulness. Making you his Second-in-Command is merely a way for him to keep you as close as he can. The restless Seeker taps his heels on the floor, servo on his hipstruts as his patience with your flippant attitude wears thin.

“Here I am, being generous and offering you a position in my new Decepticon order and you're… you're…”

He has an outburst, wings shooting upward as he goes on. His servos making motions in the air. Even then, you just don't seem to care. Starscream looks at your resting figure and realizes you're actually taking a stasis nap. You're taking a stasis nap while he's giving you the opportunity of a lifetime that not even Megatron has offered you.

“...you will never care, will you?” He hisses out, that makes you sigh and slowly sit up. Starscream is well aware that you're paying attention, your sensors are as keen as always. Maybe even as good as Soundwave’s.

“Took you long enough.” You mumble out groggily as you stretch your servos. He clicks his glossa in response, standing before you. You're just a little below his height when you sit, not very imposing to Starscream.

“You still refuse to take me seriously.” He sneers out, realizing you're as unfazed as ever as he fails to see even an ounce of that unbridled hate he has for you in your optics.

“I don't have the energy to waste on despising pathetic seekers.” You say so boldly as you stand up, he's not even worth hating in your optics? Somehow, that hurts him.

“And I don't respect you enough to care about being your second in command. As well as care about you in general.”

He forgets how intimidating you are at full height. An entire helm or so taller than him. Starscream's wings droop in an effort to make him look smaller, old habits never die… Even when he has power.

“The only reason I'm cooperating with you to begin with is because unfortunately… or well, fortunately,” You lean a bit, servos on your knee joints as you address him as disrespectfully as you can. You're not sure if you want to say this or even say that you acknowledge his skill but things need to be made clear between you two.

You watch him cower and sigh, you can't believe you're saying this. Subsequently, you can't believe you work for him too with how terrified he looks. It makes you not want to admit it.

“...you're not as much of a bad leader as I'd initially thought you'd be.” You admit quietly, leaning away from a shocked and baffled looking Starscream. It took you all the power you had in your systems to be able to say that to his face.

“..pardon?” He looks flabbergasted. Like a deer in headlights. Flustered even if you didn't know him better.

“You heard me.” You mumble as you leave him there speechless yet again. Seems like you'll have to find another napping spot.

— Starscream is determined to make you think of him as more than just a nuisance you have to deal with. He wants you to hate him. He wants you to hate him as deeply as he does you to the point where he's stuck in your helm the exact same way you're stuck in his. Well, maybe not the exact same way given how… questionable some of his thoughts have been of you. And after that encounter… oh, boy.

— He's certain you're doing something to him. It's like you're chewing out his processor. You don't take him seriously enough to hate but you still think he's doing a decent job at being a leader? The latter would've had his ego soaring if it weren't for the former. You… actually approve of his leadership? There's all sorts of questions in Starscream’s helm.

— Starscream can't comprehend the idea that you genuinely care about the Decepticon cause and thinks of you as an enigma he can't solve. He can't comprehend the idea of an actually mature Decepticon who's willing to compromise.

— You're ‘officially’ his second-in-command. So technically he gave you a promotion. One you never really wanted because it means more work for you.

— At least you have a huge file sitting in your quarters about Starscream' reign... You're certain Megatron will want details when he's back from who knows where. Starscream, again, is unaware you're keeping track of his performance.

— Starscream finds his emotions surrounding you getting more and more conflicted as the days go by as you work like an underpaid labourer in a sweatshop. You have to arrange the Vehicon troops, go on solo missions, lead the troops in combat, draw up battle plans and show it to Starscream for his approval… You sort of start understanding a small part of Starscream's bitterness with being Second-In-Command.

— Regardless, he still barks orders at you and makes you do these small ego-bruising tasks like filing his claws.

— At some point, even your Buddhist monk level patience snaps. You can't do this anymore. Even Megatron let you have some sort of cool down. His antagonization ends.

Starscream has been running around, trying to find you. You won't answer you comms, he's called you over with the ship's speakers, he's even asked Soundwave where you were last seen! Why have you mysteriously disappeared in such a time of emergency? He needs you to do your job so he can take the credit as the leader!

He's in front of your quarters. He can hear you humming something from inside the room. Did you not hear him screeching out your designation!? Starscream's fuse has shorted, he would've gotten rid of you if you weren't so damn useful! Sharkitcons are trying to break through the hull and Soundwave cannot fight them all off!

“[name]!!! GET OVER HERE, NOW!”

He shrieks out, pounding against the metallic door. Only for him to pull his servo away with a wince, the door was too hard.

“Mm.. No.”

“What?” He squawks out in surprise as he looks at your door, his wings fluttering for a moment as he remains with raised optical ridges.

“WHAT DO YOU MEAN NO?” He shouts to your door, vents puffing out steam as he throws yet another tantrum. Usually, you'd always follow his orders; maybe give him a glare or huff if you didn't particularly like what he wanted you to do. Never blatant insubordination. You had respect for the chain of command.

As much as he hates to admit it, he needs you around to help manage the ship. While he could definitely do a decent job by himself, it would not be half as smooth as how things are going on currently which makes him wonder why that fool, Megatron never let you have an official position in high command. The moment you figure out that he needs you, you will have leverage over him.

Starscream fears you've figured it out… though it's more likely that you knew all along but merely decided to play his game of lordship because like usual, you just didn't care enough.

The worst part is… if you show insubordination, it would be undermining his leadership. Perhaps even challenging it! What if the Vehicons get ideas? He looks around the living quarters hallways in distress to dismiss any Vehicons in the area, if there are. Starscream lacks the iron grip Megatron had with his leadership. Mostly because he doesn't have the raw physical strength and power of his hopefully former Lord. You and Soundwave typically keep them in check.

And if the ‘Con who keeps others in line starts getting out of line then…

“You need me to speak another language or are your audios blocked with how far up your helm is up your exhaust pipe?” You ask in a tired tone, there's definitely some aggression to it even then. Your crude words make him narrow his optics at your door and scowl.

“Don't play games with me! I am in need of your assistance on the bridge.” He spits out with seething frustration. He can hear a faint snort as a response to his comment.

“You think talking like that is going to get you anything from me? You know I'm not afraid of you. I take orders from Megatron and Megatron alone.” You're as snarky as ever, there's a hint of a laugh in your tone. As if you could never see him as a threat. It irks him. It bothers him so much… And Megatron had the bearings to call Starscream a ‘horrifically incompetent fool'. But to be fair, you didn't really make an attempt on Starscream’s life yet so maybe you were better…

He chuffed at your reply. Trying not to let your nonchalant, flippant attitude get to him. Starscream taps his heels onto the floor.

“What? You want me to whisper it into your audials, ‘I need you’ like I'm your lover?” He sneers.

“Uh… no one is asking that?” His reply threw you off and makes you side eye the door in all honesty. You wonder why his helm went there of all places first but you chose not to ask for your own sanity.

The alarms start blaring and Starscream panics, his desperation getting the best of him.

“Fine!” He admits defeat. “I need your help,” He conjures up the most pathetically desperate tone he could manage as he looks at the door of your quarters with urgent need. “Please.” Saying that to you almost made his spark implode.

He hears the faint noises of digits pressing keypads from the other side as he regains his hope and alarms blare in the background.

You stand before him, servos crossed over your chassis. As imposing and intimidating as ever. Your appearance never fails to make Starscream cower, making himself look smaller by instinct. But you just stand there, motionless as your piercing gaze focuses onto him with great intensity as if you were waiting for him to say something else.

Starscream knows what it is and he grimaces knowing it is what you want to hear. The alarms continue their loud screeching as he just stops his pede into the ground. His wings moving up and down for a moment as he's caught up in a conflict of his pride as leader and his duty as leader. With a grumble, the newly appointed Lord of the Decepticons finds the courage to look up into your optics.

“I'm sorry.” He mutters out quietly. He shouldn't have had you working like a cyberhound for such menial tasks just to spite you.

To his surprise, you just smile a little. It's an almost genuine one and this strange tightness in his chassis, right by his spark intensifies. He hates that you have to stand so close. Some habits with you never seemed to cease.

— After a dose of making him realize just how important you are, he does start treating you with a lot more respect than usual. Even somewhat considerate towards you. It took him every ounce of pride in his spark to be swallowed down for him to say that. But it was either that or have sharkticons eat up his legacy.

— The two of you are having actual, civil conversations for once other than being snarky and you shooting him down near immediately with your words.

— Filing his claws becomes more of a bonding time between the two of you as more pleasant conversations slowly arise.

— As much as you hate to admit it, this thorn in your side has been growing onto you… in the manner rust grows onto the hull of an abandoned spacecraft. You and Starscream are actually getting along for once, it's a miracle. You two don't converse a whole lot but when you do, it ends up being actually pleasant.

— Soundwave is weary and has his optics on you two. He can sense something off with how the both of you seem to be getting closer. He questions your loyalty. But again, no one would willingly be amiable with Starscream unless presented with no other option so Soundwave holds off his doubts. For now.

— Starscream finds himself sort of... concerned when you get injured during a mission. You aren't really aware of this but he's been compelling begging Soundwave to send Lazerbeak out so that Starscream could watch you on your missions. It was only to make sure you wouldn't try doing anything to sabotage his rule or command. But he can't help but admire the way your frame moves during battle; you were a vicious fighter, he'll admit that much. He supposes it's merely because you've grown on him and you're somewhat supportive of his leadership, even assisting him.

— Sometimes he just walks in the medbay when you're getting repairs, hoping you don't notice him. He wants to say something... for some odd reason. He really does. He's got a bad habit of rambling. But he doesn't know what he wants to tell you so the moment your helm is focused in his direction with gleaming curiosity, he's scurrying away, flustered. And you're incredibly confused when he does this but choses not to ask.

— He realizes hes growing fond of you and he tries to shoot down the thought as soon as it strikes but it's futile. Starscream doesn't entertain the notion that what he feels for you is romantic in the slightest because... ew! No way! He's got higher standards! He's hated you for the majority of his functioning. So he's a lot more quieter around you for the next few days after he comes to this conclusion. Happiest few days of your life. Starscream figures that it's just because your company is growing on him. Totally not the fact that you're acknowledging his skill and being a lot nicer.

— He also.. isn't sure if he wants you to hate him anymore. But he refuses to make it seem like he's gotten fond of you. Pretends to detest you but it's a lot more pouty than the usual screeching and stomping and hissy fits. You notice it and even tease him about pouting, he gets all flustered and his wings start going up and down as he's protesting against your accusations.

— It's a lot more pleasant between the two of you, at least until your dark Lord returns.

guys, the demons want me to write NSFW hcs for this particular scenario.. also, this may not feel like it but this is slow burn cause this happens in the span of like three years.

#transformers #cybertronian reader #transformers x reader #starscream tfp #starscream transformers #starscream x reader #tfp starscream x reader #tfp starscream

127 notes · View notes

berracids · 2 months ago

Note

How does Yandere Knockout turn female reader into hybrid of cybertronian in horror mad scientist style🔬.

A/N: OH MY GOD THIISSSSS, THIIIIISSSSSS IS WHAT IVE BEEN LOOKING FORWARD TO WRITE FOR SO LONG , I literally have a whole tf oc about that, but I will tweak it to fit with KO

Warnings: DEAD SWAN, gore, body horror, yandere!knockout, shockwave is here and that is a warning by itself, blood, violence, panic attack, vomiting, reader is an open book for KO literally and figuratively, PROCEED WITH CAUTION

Symbiotic-alterations

Meeting knockout was probably the only thing that came first to street racing when it comes to burning some adrenaline off along with the rubber of your tires as you raced against him.

You thought that the sleek red car was just a normal driver, is in very fact, not. A normal driver, but a decepticon medic who apparently treats his main craft as a side job from how much he doesn’t take it seriously, unlike some certain medic on the opposite faction that knockout doesn’t see optic to optic with

What rendered knockout into helping you and revealing his bipedal form for to you is something he can’t quite place a servo on, “can’t have my favorite racer fall off on the rocks bellow” knockout snickered as he used all of his frame weight to pull your car as you were in that was about to fall off the edge of the road because of malfunction you’ve had in your transmission line system that could have cost you your life.

After that day knockout used that incident as an excuse to pop up whenever and wherever he likes, visiting a family member?, he’s parked right up the street, just finished your shift?, he’s parked in all of his red glory infront of your workplace. You’ve tried to tell him that you don’t need him to worry about you too much!.

But does knockout listens? He’s already turned off his audio receptors until he has to turn them on to defend himself, “but how can you blame me darling?, weren’t you the one who almost flew off with your car thinking it will transform into a fighter jet if it weren’t for me?” He would declaim as always and bringing up the faulty mistake in your car that almost took your life if it weren’t for him.

“Oh don’t be like that dear, you’re in good servos!, I am a doctor!” He would gloat placing his servo on the red finish of his chassis and assuring you of his medical expertise, so what if you are a fleshy organic and his medical license is meant for mechanic cybertronians?, he can always learn about your anatomy in case something does happen to you.

Can you blame the mech?, you give him the ideal challenge, the thrill of something that is different than that of dissecting open a bot’s neuro board array, its also not that his company is bad, you enjoy spending time with him, wether it be racing , going to a drive in theatre or him just complaining about his superiors, especially the rude second in command starscream.

You trusted the authenticity of the stories knockout recounts, to an extent at least, even if he tweaked some parts about how noble and righteous the autobot faction is, and painting an image of morally ambiguous mechs, he won’t just out right tell you that they are the bad guys!, even if they are technically the bad guys if you take account that the decepticons are the ones that started the whole war and cost them their whole planet, you don’t need to know all of that

All you need to do is to not start hating him for something that his faction did, even if he doesn’t take it seriously moreover have any loyalty for their cause or their warlord leader, that was all what knockout had on his processor as he somehow managed to wiggle his way and convince you to stay on the nemesis. “Only for a little while…”

You thought to yourself as knockout was chirping around the warship giddily on his way to Megatron’s throne room and lay his lie to him to get the approval of your stay on the ship by deeming you helpful in their leader’s red optics “do not worry!, I wouldn’t allow you to actually do any of the dirty work!, that’d be too much danger for your fleshy little human body” he would brush your worries off as he waves his taloned servos at you and placing you with delicate care on the table of his medbay.

Your days in the medbay with knockout were actually enjoyable until he had to do some field work cause “apparently I am the only reliable mech with actually common sense on this ship!”, he would yell something like that as he vents loudly and his engine roars angrily before slamming his aft down with scratches all over his beautiful red finish after the autobots “barbarically peeled off my paint!” As he would cuss and demonize them infront of you for ruining the thing he cares most,

“I am telling you!, those cursed autobots are as bad as starscream!, the only difference is that they try to mask it with their so called Nobel values!” He whines to you the time when starscream used one of his talons to scratch his chassis, with your tiny hands meticulously using the rotary buffer to try and fix his finish for him, and who is he to deny such a selfless act of care from you?, and he will drink all of that attention up, like a mech thirsty for energon

Around the time knockout brings shockwave back from cybertron in hopes of a fat raise from the leader of the decipticons, but nope, how naive was knockout to bring the logistics specialist and the mad scientist of the decepticons that only sees through equations and logic, and is now up his aft in the medbay and laboratory trying to bring back an ancient race of transformers!, knockout tries his best to hide you from shockwave’s line of sight

Ever since shockwave’s presence in the laboratory and the medbay a constant thing, it started to piss the medic off real bad this time, Oh how it does press on all of knockout’s wrong buttons, whenever he turns to look over his shoulder he has the see the hulking height of the decipticon’s mad scientist doing primus knows what creatures he tries to bring from the offlined, and invading your’s and knockout’s personal space like some t intimidating, awkward third wheel.

“I don’t even want to know what’s on that singular optical glitch’s processor, just make sure that you’re absolutely out of his way…and stay close to me at all times…” knockout would warn you firmly after picking you up off of the ship’s floor with delicate care in his taloned servos after shockwave was done looking you?, glaring?, analyzing? You down, you were never sure, with his lack of facial expressions it is always unnerving having to raise your head to meet up with his bright red optic studying you down like some specimen he may consider using and cutting open like some lab cattle.

Unicron can swallow what’s left of cybertron’s dead soil before knockout would let shockwave even try and attempt any of his experiments on you, the medic has gotten his fill of having people dear to him being cut open.

That is when knockout decides that leaving you on the nemesis was starting to get on his circuits since Megatron has ordered more on field work for knockout now that shockwave is here and he can take over the lab work that knockout would take on, and he will not leave you on that ship alone with that logic-manic freak, so he decides to take you on mission, as the human factor to blend in and not draw any suspicion, as knockout would glaze to have you with him at all times now,

Until the news of a human working with the decepticons reached the autobots when miko was complaining about how you managed to take her and jack down and tie them down, you were never above hitting teenagers; the autobots make note to sta cautious of you in case the decepticons have brainwashed you into working with them and risking your life for whatever doom plan they have for earth. As they used you like a pawn in their work. As they make a plan to get you from the opposing faction and save you from whatever hell you’re being walked off to.

And that is what they did when they have seen you jump off from knockout’s vehicle mode as he wasted no time getting into his bipedal form to try and steal the relic from the autobots before they could get their servos on it, you make your way to were the autobots had set up their camp to load the camp with explosives in amidst the active war field infront of you as the vehicons blast at the autobots as they try to fight despite being vastly outnumbered, after you had planted the bombs you were met with a very harsh shoulder shove that thrown you on the ground to find the loud girl in space buns trying to sabotage your plan,

“I don’t owe you an explanation kid, you better move away, now. I am not above beating a teenager, again….” You glare at her with animosity in your eyes in hopes of scaring her off away without having to unnecessarily engage in contact with her enemy, her eyes trail on the logo of the decepticons that was branded proudly on the left sleeve of your combat gear, that the decepticons were really having a human ally to help them,

Your legs wastes no time into sprinting out of the autobots camp after planting the bombs to at least waste some of their resources and weapons to hold them back, you run as fast as you can through the battle field of the huge robots blasting at each other as they tower over you and miko who was running after you to try and make you see reason not whatever what the decepticons made you believe.

The ground behind you shakes violently making you press to move on forward and to not look back and to try and find shelter until knockout arrives. As you were running to avoid getting caught into the cross fire; you find the time slows big time as you fall to the ground with that horrible ringing in your ear and the pain that alternates between ache and numbness too fast to realize which one you were feeling, you look behind you hesitantly and to your horror the one who was looming diabolically over you was none other than shockwave.

With his fusion servo cannon pointed at you as it powers down and smoke was going off through the holes on the side of his huge laser barrel, a sharp surge of pain that felt like a stab to your leg, makes you tilt your head down slowly. And up again to were the girl with space buns were as she was on the ground on her butt with a face of pure unsolicited horror before he hands wrapped around her abdomen and the muscles of his stomach spasmed violently at the sight of you in front of her before the contents of her stomach erupted like the sofas can she pranked Jack with earlier that day, the acidic smell and taste made her sick as she had to curl down on the ground fully to prevent looking at you-

It didn’t feel like fire. Not at first. It felt like weightlessness A brief second of surreal confusion before your body crumpled and your world tilted sideways. You hit the ground hard, with only your arm support your upper half, and feeling the air shoved from your lungs—

And then you really looked down. Your legs were gone. Gone. From just above the knees—nothing but cauterized, twitching ends of flesh Not just blown off. Atomized. Your thighs ended in gnarled, wet knots of flesh and shattered bone, jagged femurs sticking out like bloodied stakes. Arteries spasmed and gushed, pulsing out thick spurts of crimson that soaked your clothes and painted the asphalt beneath you.The smell—hot meat, burned hair, iron was what all you could sense around you, followed by the pain, white-hot nerve-shattering, vomit-churning pain

A blood curdling scream scratched its way from your insides upon the gory scene infront of you, were your lower half was supposed to be,where you were supposed to feel something there, a raw animalistic scream that tore through your throat like glass tearing through.

But he was still there. Still walking. Still calm. Still looming above you as if death was made out of metal and cold logic

His massive shadow loomed over you as he approached, cannon idling now—no need to waste another shot. Your mangled body twisted, eyes wide, mouth shaking from how you teeth clanked against one another with broken sobs. “P-please—I wasn’t—I didn’t—” you tried explaining but it was futile as shockwave walked slowly and leisurely towards you body that that you were trying to drag away with your arms across the gravel, sobbing, smearing blood behind you like a brushstroke of horror. You didn’t know what direction you were going—only away. From him

His red optic turned down to were you were laying on the ground seeing how you were trying to move away like some wounded animal that only had survival on their primitive mind, and that is how shockwave looked at you, the mech paid no mind to what you were saying or what excuses you were giving yourself or even the truth you were screaming with your whole body

“No—no—nononono—please—” You sobbed. You begged. Your guts churned, bile climbing your throat. One of your severed femurs twitched, and you nearly vomited at the sight. Behind you—those thunderous, deliberate footsteps. Still there. “SHOCKWAVE!” you screamed, voice shaking violently along with what’s left of your body, as you tried to kick away with legs you no longer had, “I’M LOYAL—I DIDN’T—I DIDN’T HELP THEM—”, but all that fell on offline audio receptors as He tilted his head slightly. Observing. Like a scientist watching a rat’s death throes. Cold. Detached. Analytical.

“Your presence at the enemy’s side during a classified mission rendered your allegiance statistically compromised. This conclusion is not personal. It is logical.” Then he kicked you. His pede collided with your ribs like a battering ram. You heard them break—wet cracks in your chest followed by daggers of white-hot pain. You flipped onto your side, gasping, wheezing, blood bubbling at your lips as your lungs struggled to stay inflated. You reached out. Maybe to crawl. Maybe to fight. Maybe just to beg. And then he stepped on your arm. No warning. No mercy. Just a shift in weight—and agony. You felt everything.

The way the ulna cracked first, like a glass rod, The snap of your radius splintering outward, punching through your skin with a spurt of arterial spray.

The CRUNCH of the elbow joint disintegrating, followed by the warm, pulpy squelch of your muscles turning to paste beneath several tons of Cybertronian weight. Your scream was not human. It was primal. You thrashed, body spasming, eyes wide and bloodshot. You could see your ruined limb—twisted, flayed open, your hand a mangled claw of shredded tendon and shattered bone, still twitching.

“You displayed cooperative behavior toward Autobot personnel. Statistical risk: unacceptable. Logical solution: elimination.” He clinically stated with the sterile tone of his, Shockwave didn’t move. He only pressed harder. You felt the flesh burst, your arm splitting open like overcooked meat, your nerves on fire. The pain wasn’t even pain anymore—it was existence itself. Like a parasite infesting your whole body and eating away at it as you could do nothing but watch as it unfold before your eyes.

You started seeing dark spots in your eyes like nebula as your heartbeat was still going haywire as your brain was feeling numb, as if it was on autopilot. But you were still awake.Still conscious. Still alive—just long enough for Shockwave to lean in close, his single eye glowing like a dying star, his servo went down to were you were laying on the ground and picked you up like some rag doll with the only limb you had left as he walked through the battlefield to were knockout was blasting off the two wheeler fem, shockwave finishes that off for him as he blasted arcee’s servo clean from her frame as she fell down.

“Your assistant was caught helping the autobot faction, I went on with the decepticon code of conduct punishment, the elimination of them is expected of you…” the scientist said coldly as he dumped your bleeding loving corpse into knockout’s servos as his optics widen with, shock, rage, confusion and repulsion, but not at you, oh he would never look at you with such optics, not when you’re in such a state,

His whole red frame shakes from anger and fear as he watched how your battered body was covering his silver servos in the same red of your body as his finish, even with the same glossy finish, knockout transforms into his vehicle form in less that a second as you were strapped down onto his driver seat and coating the fine leather of his with your fluids as he calls for a ground bridge into the medbay asap to save what he can save from what’s left of your body.

“I-…swear I never helped,…t-the autobots…” you weakly mumbled through bloodied lips as you coughed up more crimson goo that was with your spit that rolled down your chin, “I know my dear, you wouldn’t turn your back on me..” knockout comforted through a voice so melodic you would have never thought that the energon inside his body was simmering, both literally and figuratively.

Knockout spends days and weeks working on your body that was strapped to countless medical devices to keep you breathing until he can help you again, he had soundwave break into numerous hospitals to get those life devices cause knockout was not planning to let you go, at all not like this, he was a cybertronian doctor and now he is a human doctor to you now. He built numerous prosthetic limbs for you.

To replace what shockwave took away wrongfully, but never worry, he didn’t let that slide, oh that is not knockout. That day after hooking you up to the life support he rushed his way to the laboratory with the energon shock prod held tightly in his servos to the point it got dented from his talons, that day shockwave went into stasis from having his neuroboard and optic fried completely as the shock prod was left there for him to take out when he comes back online, that is when knockout limps back to you in the medbay with a blasted pede and a job well done, he will have Megatron do the rest to his logistics lieutenant as a compensation for your state.

Weeks of experiments and treatments pass slowly and tauntingly as if mocking knockout as he diligently worked on you to bring you back and give you a second chance again, if there is something he knows about holding people dear to him is that they will get mangled and dismantled no matter the species, let it be human or cybertronian, that is what he realized after he had tore open silas who used breakdown’s corpse as an armor, maybe that is the only thing he learned from him.

And that’s what knockout did, he spent countless nights without recharge as he worked on prosthetics for you limbs as he used cybertronian technology that is way too advanced to what the primitive versions that the humans use, knockout brings the T-cog of that belonged to breakdown as he broke it down to make tinier versions of it and install it to the prosthetics he made you, two legs and an arm,

Of only that was all what he had to work on, you had multiple broken spinal discs and a raptured eye ball that he had to replace with mechanical parts, all of that has almost fried off his circuits!, to the point that starscream himself even felt a little bad and he stayed out of the mad doctor’s way in case he tried to use his servo buzzsaw on his faceplate, or worse dismantle him screw by screw as he is still online and charging.

It has even been days that knockout didn’t bother to care for his finish!, as he was too busy tinkering with your insides to fix the fractured bones that you fragile human body has and to give it an internal metal cast to prevent any future fracturing. Like the ones that your sternum and ribs sustained after that cursed shockwave kicked you like some tin, he had to search for days to find a suitable heart pump since you heart has became too weak and could literally collapse, as knockout’s servos were holding your heart and the faint weak pulse of it against his talons that could easily impale it if it weren’t for his medical precision.

After all of the mods knockout added to your body, he started to wonder what is left of you that is still a human?, even silas had more organic body left when knockout dissected him. The only hope knockout had was the active brainwaves that were still going haywire as if adrenaline was still coursing through your body, but you were still, still like the dead, but knockout knew better, after all megatron himself was in a deep slumbered state with his brain activity still as sharp as his blade.

The medic exists the med bay after checking that you status were stable as he get on the top of the ship were Megatron orders the decepticons as he transforms into his vehicle form and starts speeding and drifting as his tires screech loudly with every sharp turn he takes. Which makes starscream fly to where he is with a deeper frown on his face upon the commotion thinking that it was some random vehicons causing trouble only to find the medic the doing donuts to help himself calm down

The second in command jumps to were knockout is while tapping his heeled pedes impatiently until the red vehicle stops and transforms with an angry and pissed off expression on his faceplate, “what are you doing here starscream?!, don’t you have any better plans?, I don’t know. Like maybe failing at overthrowing Megatron again?!” He snaps harshly at the seeker standing in front of him who was trying to hold onto whatever coolness he has left after the low blow knockout gave him

“We both are aware that is is better for you to continue working on your assistant, instead of drifting on the top of the ship and causing disturbance, you’re her only hope you automobile…” starscream sneers with with nice pettiness which surprised knockout and caused his optic ridges to raise, not expecting the praise, especially not from starscream himself, he contemplates the seeker’s words as he is the only one able to save your life.

Both of the mechs scoff loudly before leaving to each of their destined ways, with knockout going back to the medbay to where you are resting, your body wrapped tightly in sterile bandages to keep everything in, the doctor stood beside your berth as he stared at the slowly rising of your chest that your injured lungs were taking as you breathed, a tiny sliver of hoping that is keeping knockout sane, if it were any scenario with any other mech, knockout would have had them wish for unicron himself to smelt them, in hopes of escaping what’s he’s had planned in processor, yet he knew that Megatron would have had his helm crushed under his pede literally,

Just like how shockwave did to your arm, his sharp talons held your prosthetic hand that he attached to you, no longer being able to feel your soft flesh against his metal, knockout always thought what it would be like if you were a cybertronian like him, things would have been easier, you wouldn’t have been in the position you are right now, still awake and very much with him, knockout missed the shine you had in your eyes that was so much like his finish after a good polish. But now they lay shut until you come back to him. Where you should be.

More days pass and knockout took the bandages off of your body as your wounds have healed and all the internal mechanisms are intact inside of you, as you lay infront of him, bare and still very much warm in contrast to the pseudo-death state you are in and the coldness of his metal frame, with only the scars from the countless surgeries knockout preformed on you, covering your body like clothes, the medic carefully installs your prosthetics to where your missing limbs are. Or where they were supposed to be. Knockout missed how utterly full he used to feel with your presence, he tries his hardest to stay sane as you lay there like a puzzle with missing pieces.

His red optics turn to look down at his taloned servos as his processor recollects how shockwave just dumped your mutilated body on them as you body felt way too light than before, knockout shakes his helmet to get the imagery out of his helm, “don’t even think about it knockout!” He mumbled to himself as his pedes rush him out of the medbay. Having had his fill from unnecessary grotesque memories.

A few days later the door to the medbay slide open as the red mech walked in his place, “doctor in the house-….” His faceplate dropped upon finally seeing the slightest activity of your conscience coming back to you, he rushed to your side as he gripped the berth tightly that it dented a little from how ecstatic he felt as he saw your organic eye flutter weakly, the muscle has gotten slightly lazy from not using it from a long time. minutes painfully pass slowly, The pain was… gone. Not because it had passed, but because something else had taken its place—something colder, alien, and terrifyingly smooth. You woke to the sterile gleam of the familiar Cybertronian medical light panels, the buzzing of high-voltage tools, and the faint chirrup of your new limbs adjusting to motion diagnostics.

Knock Out loomed overhead, optics bright, grin wider than comfort allowed. “Oh good,” he purred, barely keeping the ecstasy in his voice modulator, his voice was as smooth as polished chrome. “You’re awake. I was beginning to worry you’d sleep through your own resurrection.” You blinked up at him. His face was close. Too close. But… familiar. Familiar meant safety. Familiar meant not alone. You reached toward him—then froze. Your arm… moved wrong. Your arm… moved wrong. It moved way too smoothly and way to calculated for someone who just lost it

It didn’t hurt. But it whirred. Clicked. Glowed faintly at the seams. You looked down—and gagged. Your left arm, once soft and flesh and yours, was now a hybridized metal limb, wires where veins once ran, plates fusing seamlessly into scarred, discolored skin. Your legs—oh God, your legs—were gone entirely. In their place were prosthetics crafted with brutal efficiency. Graceful, sleek, deadly… but foreign. Wrong. You thought to yourself as panic started to settle in you like water under oil.

You scrambled, trembling, trying to sit up—your new limbs jerking unnaturally, like they were dragging you rather than obeying you. Panic crushed your ribs like a vise. “W-What the hell did you do to me?!” Knock Out’s expression flickered—hurt? Annoyed? No, worse. Excited. “You died, darling,” he said smoothly, brushing your hair back. Your stomach turned. “What… what did you do to me…?”

Knock Out placed a hand over your chest, right above your fluttering heart. “I saved you, darling. You were bleeding out, screaming, dragging yourself through ash and shrapnel. I couldn’t let you go out like that. Not when I could make you whole again.” You shivered beneath his touch.You should’ve been angry. You should’ve screamed. But your voice cracked when you asked, “Am I… still me?” Knock Out’s faceplate softened—disturbingly tender as he got closer to you as if it had been megacycles the last he has seen you. “You’re better than you were. Stronger. Faster. Alive, and beautiful. You were mine before, but now?” He let out a dreamy sigh. “Now you’re perfect.”

Ugly tears welled in your eyes as your lungs hurt you even more with every ragged breath you took as you cried. You didn’t want to cry—not in front of him, not like this—but the emotions were impossible to name. Fear. Relief. Loss. A strange kind of awe. The horror of seeing your reflection in the mirrored wall—your face the same, but framed by alien angles, glowing seams, and unfamiliar limbs that you are still not used to their sight on your body, You reached for his hand as if out of instinct, as if it was a second nature to you, just like the air you are struggling to take in right now, He gave it to you instantly not allowing you to wait for him, It felt warm, for a machine, but weren’t you half one right now?

Knockout didn’t need to hear any words of gratitude from you, he can feel it as he can feel it through the trembling of your new mechanism hand as he holds it ever so gently. “Knockout, I’m scared.” He pressed your knuckles to his lips. “You should be. Your body’s different. The world will see you as something else now. But not me. I see you. I chose you. And now, no one can take you from me. Not even Shockwave.” His tone darkened at the name. You flinched. Your heart twisted. “I want to kill him,” you muttered, half to yourself. As you can feel the searing rage and malice start to simmer in you, as the images of a dismantled shockwave to the last screw fills your mind with minuscule relief, “and you will, one day surely, it’s only a matter of time darling, I know that very well, I know you, very well” he quipped contently still pressing your knuckles to his lips as he basks in your presence for now after being denied it for so long.

⌗𝗡𝗼𝘁 𝗳𝗼𝗿 𝗿𝗲𝗽𝗼𝘀𝘁𝗶𝗻𝗴/𝘂𝘀𝗶𝗻𝗴-𝗽𝗿𝗼𝗽𝗲𝗿𝘁𝘆 𝗼𝗳 @berracids

72 notes · View notes

arandomaquarius · 1 year ago

Note

Herro! So I saw your post for a request with TFP Soundwave and really liked it so I thought I’d make one of my own! How would Soundwave react to a new Decepticon recruit, more specifically a Predacon femme who is assigned as his assistant? Bonus cookies if she is found one day playing with Laserbeak and makes energon candy for the minicon.

ooh! Love this idea! Sorry it took so long, again, I had a concussion when this request came in😓

Soundwave x Predacon Femme

Warnings: none! Except a bit of injury, but I didn’t make it super graphic :>

Type: Romantic, bullet pointed scenario

a/n: you never specified what kind of Predacon so I based her off a hippogriff

•You were an unexpected surprise. You were very tall (as are all Predacons) and quite intimidating at first glance. However, you were quite docile. More so than Predaking.

•Seeing this, Megatron assigned you as Soundwave’s assistant, as the TIC has a lot to do and not enough time to do it. You took care of the more basic tasks given to Soundwave, as they doubted your intelligence.

•At first, Soundwave thought you were a nuisance. Just another bot he had to babysit. But you were determined to prove him wrong.

•You did your tasks with efficiency and pride, and you seemed to be looking for some sort of approval from the silent mech.

•He was impressed with how loyal and efficient you were and starting trusting you with more difficult tasks.

•One of those tasks happened to be a field-involved job

•It went well for the most part— it was recon, so nothing terribly difficult. But per usual, everything went wrong when the Autobots showed up.

•You weren’t sure how they knew to come to this exact place, but there they were, the ever growing thorn in the Decepticons’ side.

•The Wreckers targeted you specifically— you transformed and fought well, despite not being out in the field often. It was only two of the three Wreckers, so that helped.

•Unfortunately, Bulkhead had grabbed you by the tail while Wheeljack went for the cavern you were sent to search for potential energon

•You threw the green bot off and dashed towards Wheeljack. You head butted him away from the entrance and were about to crush his frame when he stabbed you in the vulnerable underside of your armor.

•You shrieked, scrambling off of the Wrecker and spewing fire at the retreating form. You looked down and saw that the sword was still embedded in your underside. Looking up, you saw that reinforcements were joining the two Autobots now.

•Nervously, you flew off to return to the Nemesis. You found it without needing to comm Soundwave, and for that, you were proud.

•That small feeling of pride vanished when you saw Megatron, Shockwave, Predaking, Starscream and Soundwave all on the flight deck. You landed with grace (thankfully)

•A small bit of energon dripped onto the flight deck when you land. Megatron is looking at you in shock and Predaking seems concerned about the sword sticking out of your underbelly. You look at Soundwave as you try to transform into your root mode.

•The sword prohibits you from doing so, as a pain-filled screech leaves your vocalizer. You take a step toward the silent mech. He is not looking at you. He is studying the sword embedded in your protoform.

•You are forced to lie down so that Shockwave can remove the sword. Soundwave is standing nearby, watching Shockwave’s actions intently.

•The sword is removed and the wound is welded shut by Knock Out. Shockwave tells Megatron that you won’t be ready for field work for a few cycles.

•After a few hours you’re able to transform without reopening your wound. This is when you give your report to Megatron and Soundwave.

•Megatron orders you to ‘take it easy’ by staying in your and Predaking’s quarters. Soundwave gives you a datapad with small tasks to do while your on bedrest.

•It’s a few cycles later and Soundwave is looking for Laserbeak. The minicon was allowed free time, but he had been gone for a while and hasn’t checked in with Soundwave. It was concerning

•He had checked all the cameras and couldn’t see the minicon anywhere so far. It wasn’t until he checked the cameras on the flight deck that he saw him.

•You were there with Laserbeak in your alt mode, indulging in the minicon’s playful dives with small (harmless) swipes of your servos.

•The two of you were somehow communicating through trills and chirps. Laserbeak seemed to be enjoying your company

•When you revealed a stash of energon candies and offered one to the minicon, Soundwave felt something stir in his spark.

•That was when he knew you were the one. You were sharing something rare with his minicon, one many assumed was just a drone like the Vehicons/Eradicons and therefore unintelligent, and treating Laserbeak as an equal. Maybe the Predacons aren’t what Starscream thinks they are…

•From then on, you saw a change in Soundwave’s actions towards you. It wasn’t much, but it was a change. He trusted you, and everyone could tell. No one commented on it except Starscream but he was ignored

(ran out of ideas, sorry)

#arandomaquarius #writing request #maccadam #tfp soundwave #soundwave #predacons #x reader #tfp soundwave x reader #soundwave x reader #tfp #headcanon that Predacon can communicate with minicons like laserbeak that don’t necessarily speak like others

245 notes · View notes

bots-and-cons · 1 year ago

Note

Hi! Could I please request comfort/fluff hcs for bots reacting to a gender neutral human accidentally calling them "dad"? For Megatron and Optimus! :D

A/N: I’ve actually done this before for Optimus, and a couple other bots, so I’m not gonna write that again, but you can find that post here. I did Megatron and decided to do Ratchet too this time around

~Ratchet~

•Ratchet honestly didn’t even notice it when you said it, he just answered your question and the “dad” part didn’t even register

•After a few minutes, when he’d gone back to his work, he just stopped for a second and asked, very loudly “did you just call me dad?!”

•Ratchet’s not angry or annoyed, he just has some issues with volume control

•He actually found it to be quite amusing and it warmed his spark to be called that

•You apologized and felt super embarrassed, because you took his very loud question to mean he was angry

•He noticed the upset look on your face, so he immediately went like “I’m not angry with you, I actually found it quite endearing”

•You didn’t want to tell him it was an accident, because he seemed to quite like it, and maybe it wasn’t totally an accident and you testing the waters subconsciously

•You start calling him “dad” occasionally, but it’s still like half accidental sometimes

•Ratchet does find it really endearing and he does think it’s an honor to be called that, because that means you consider him family, or at least something close to that

~Megatron~

•Megatron and you were talking and you were supposed to leave the Nemesis to go get some snacks from the store

•You just waved at him and shouted “bye dad” as you hopped into Breakdown’s front seat and he sped through the ground bridge

•It took Megatron a while to react, because he was so shocked, but when he was about to answer, you had already gone

•You had actually just told Breakdown to go quickly, because you were embarrassed and didn’t want Megatron to make fun of you or complain about calling him “dad”

•So Megatron got some time to think about it, and so did you

•He doesn’t really get shocked very often, and he freezes like that even more rarely, so he didn’t really like that he reacted like that, which of course made him cranky

•But he did have to think about how he actually felt like about you calling him “dad”

•He was confused, because he thinks he’s like the least fatherly mech ever, and he didn’t get why you would ever think that

•You’d been thinking about it for a while before you slipped up and called Megatron “dad”, but you felt like he might not like it

•You feel like the decepticons are like family to you, mostly like older brothers or uncles or something like that, but you’d never told any of them, because you wanted to keep it to yourself

•So when you got back to the Nemesis, (after a couple of hours of putting it off) you decided to go looking for Megatron

•You didn’t even have to search, because he was already waiting for you when you came out of the groundbridge

•You started walking around the Nemesis and Megatron was wondering if he should just ask you about it

•Megatron just said “explain” and looked at you with a stern expression

•You thought something like “I knew it, he’s mad” but you didn’t really want to apologize, because those were your honest feelings

•So you told him that, and at first he didn’t really say anything

•But then he just said “I’m honored you would think of me as a father figure, I hope I can live up to your expectations”

•Now it was your turn to be shocked, but you just smiled at him and told him “we shall see” jokingly

#transformers #tfp #transformers prime #autobots #decepticons #megatron #ratchet #tfp headcanons #transformers fluff #reader insert #platonic transformers x reader

188 notes · View notes

dragqueenstarscream · 6 months ago

Note

10, 14, and 16 for the lovely tfp Starscream? With a cybertronian reader, if you need specifics

anything for my favorite bird!

10 - compliments are the big one. you could compliment him on literally anything, and he'd file that shit away for the next time he's alone and wishes you were there with him.

apart from that, gentle touches also get him going. he's so used to megatron's roughness or the ferocity of battle that the first time you handled him more gently while interfacing for the first time, it caught him off guard. but holy shit, he loved it. they don't have to be as overt as interfacing, but holding servos, resting a servo on his pauldron to make sure he's ok, brushing dirt from his wings... they make him fall harder and harder for you.

14 - starscream is typically very cautious with intimacy aboard the nemesis. having relationships onboard, while not explicitly forbidden, is heavily frowned upon, and it's a great way to get megatron on your case. it's why knock out and breakdown usually get up to shenanigans when they're off the ship.

that being said, he's only ever been caught once. he was getting himself off to the thought of you when someone rudely walked in on him, which made him squawk in surprise and fall off the berth as he tried to cover himself up. thankfully, it was just knock out, who did tease him relentlessly for it, but didn't tell megatron about it. he's no snitch.

16 - his wings would be the most obvious answer. that's not a starscream thing, that's a seeker thing. still, a great way to get his engine purring is to massage his wings when they're sore. he's putty in your servos at that point.

apart from his wings, though, i'd have to guess his neck. to me, he seems like the kind of guy who whimpers if you lick/bite his neck, especially right at the base where it meets his shoulder. if you bite his neck during interfacing, don't be surprised if he starts kicking and clawing at the berth.

#he's so cute when he whimpers #seriously have you heard the noises this bird makes??#steve blum i owe you my life #transformers #transformers prime #tfp starscream #starscream #starscream x reader #valveplug #ask game

45 notes · View notes

sober-stupid-shithead · 3 months ago

Note

Had this idea on the mind that Ratchet has to eat a mini!Optimus to warm him up :3 kinda like that time he almost died of cold in the TFP show. So, willing pred, unwilling prey :3c

I hope this inspires you some!!!

👍

WOO! FINALLY FINISHED THIS ONE! I'm sorry it took so long, but I'm preparing to be VERY busy this year. Tysm for the ask though, its a super cute idea :3

I went a little bit emotional with this? Ratchet and Optimus just make me wanna throw up sobbing because I love them so much and their relationship is so complex. I apologize if it's a little out of character for that reason, but I think I did pretty good. Also the prompt behind what got him nommed makes NO sense but just pretend ok 💔 (also healing stomach trope how I love you)

(CW: vore, mild description of robotic injury, unwilling prey, safe/soft)

Ratchet just knew this mission had been a mistake. Too many risks, not enough information. But of course Optimus had insisted, and now look where they were.

They hadn't had enough time to decipher the coordinates of the next relic Megatron was after before it was already too late. In a mad dash to destroy the massive cannon that had been uncovered, Optimus decided to go alone in fear of needlessly endangering his teammates. He had of course instead needlessly endangered himself in the process. He had mass displaced himself to be able to sneak onto the Nemesis and dismantle the weapon from the inside.

Fortunately, despite how stupid the plan sounded it had worked. Unfortunately, Optimus had been found by the Decepticons and only managed to escape via jumping off the ship and down into the tundra plains below. His smaller size had made him much more susceptible to the cold, and his injuries only added to that. He was in near critical condition.

"Bulkhead, out of my way!" Ratchet yelled as he barreled through the base, a tiny Optimus cradled in his arms. He hadn't wasted a second of time once the ground bridge was open. He had a job to do and nobody would get in his way, accident or not.

He laid his leader down on the operating table and quickly swiveled the lamp usually used for surgery close above him, hoping the heat from the light would help keep him warm. He waved his servo over the frozen mech to scan his chassis, and… the injury report wasn't good. His chassis was dented in, several enegon tubes had ruptured, and his body was at far too dangerous of a temperature.

"Ratchet…" The small Prime murmured, optics flickering as his systems were struggling to stay awake.

"Don't waste the energy, Optimus." The medic snapped back, tapping furiously away at his monitor to figure out the best way to deal with all this. As greatly worrisome and dangerous as his injuries were, they were all well within the realm of fixing for a mech as seasoned as Ratchet, the problem was his size. Optimus didn't have the energy to revert his mass displacement, and even if he did he wouldn't be able to while his systems were nearly frozen solid. They needed to heat him up and fast.

For a moment the medic stalled. Nothing in the base would be able to heat Optimus up in time without hurting him. No form of fire would be safe while he was leaking energon, and no entirely safe alternatives were at all close enough to a Cybertronian's internal temperature…

A Cybertronian's internal temperature.

Maybe all was not lost.

He had tried it a few times before when their human allies needed first aid, but he'd never done it to one of his own kind before. There were a lot of preliminary tests that should be run before he could make sure the idea was totally safe, but they didn't have the time. He would just have to try it and see how it went. And ignore how guilty he felt for making an injured Optimus Prime be his test subject.

Ratchet halted his typing and stared at the holoscreen for brief second of hesitation. He sighed with resignation and looked over his shoulder to where his tiny leader lay. "I need to stabilize you as fast as I can so you can revert your mass displacement. Optimus… I'm sorry, but this is for your own good."

He stepped over to the medical slab and scooped him up onto his servos, faceplate creased with worry. He was freezing to the touch and so, so small. It was uncomfortable to see a Prime in such a vulnerable position.

"Old friend… What do you mean?" Optimus said in a soft, raspy voice. It was obvious he was straining to even be heard.

"Just relax, Optimus. You'll be alright." Ratchet hushed, bringing the tiny leader up to his face. He wanted to explain more, but they really didn't have the time. Instead, he simply opened his mouth and gently maneuvered Optimus's pedes onto his glossa. He was so cold that the medic nearly flinched in discomfort, but he didn't stop. He did his very best to be careful when moving such a small, injured body, but he knew it couldn't have felt great. The short moment of shocked silence between the two didn't help his rapidly mounting guilt either.

"Ratchet, I do not-"

Optimus was silenced by two comparatively massive jaws closing around him. Ratchet froze for a second, metaphorically swallowing down his panic and trying his best to not yet swallow down his own Prime. He knew one of the other team members was probably looking on in horror, but he tuned it all out. Only one mech mattered right now. Optimus was so cold against his glossa that it made his denta ache. The medic purposefully increased his oral lubricant production to coat the mech in the warm, protective substance. He could feel tiny servos weakly pressing against the roof of his intake, but he ignored the sign of protest and tilted his helm back.

He didn't want to accidentally make Optimus's injuries worse with the strong metal muscles in his throat, so he simply relaxed and let gravity guide his patient down. It was very strange, but he was mostly used to it. He closed his optics with an exvent of relief, a familiar feeling of protectivness wafting over him as the mini mech slid slowly into his tank. Only when he was sure Optimus had made it far enough to his destination did he swallow the leftover saliva and open his mouth with a sigh. There was another brief second of silence between the two, and a slow dropping sensation let him know Optimus was laying down once again.

"I apologize for doing that without warning, but it was the quickest way to warm you up… I hope you can forgive me." Ratchet murmured, instinctively placing a servo over his middle. He turned on all his internal scanners and flipped on a live feed, keeping the window open in the corner of his vision to keep an eye on how Optimus was handling things.

"It is… Alright." The Prime sighed, too exhausted to even care at this point. He was safe enough to recharge and heal, and that was all his aching processor cared about. Through the feed Ratchet could see him shutter his optics and relax into the soft mesh snugly hugging his frame. The internal fluid levels slowly rose until it was halfway up his shoulders, soaking all his major injuries.

Another massive wave of giddy relief washed through the old medic as he read the readings from the scanners inside his tank. All wounds were sealing off because of the healing agent in his stomach enzymes and his temperature was rapidly rising. In a few hours he would be able to retrieve him for aided mass displacement and surgery. Thank Primus himself.

"D-Did you just… Eat him!?"

Ratchet whirled around in surprise to be met with an even more shocked Smokescreen. He sighed again, this time in exhaustion. Time to explain himself.

#safe vore #soft vore #transvoremers #v0re #sfw vore #noms #extreme cuddling #vore writing #vore fic #vore fanfiction #transformers vore #pred!ratchet #prey!Optimus #healing stomach

47 notes · View notes

still-not-over-transformers · 2 years ago

Text

Here is some content for whilst I continue to work on my requests. I just really got inspired to write some Headcanons for (TFP and TF Earthspark Starscream x Reader) and how they would show their affection for the reader.

TFP & TFE Starscream x Reader Headcanons (Showing Affection to GN Human Reader)

Word Count: 900+

TFP:

Let’s face it, showing others genuine affection and praise doesn’t come easy for Starscream. This could most likely be from himself receiving more criticism and spite than respect and positive reinforcement. So when it comes to showing (Y/N) affection, it’s subtle, especially if other prying eyes or optics are watching.

At first he would be aloof towards you in public settings, especially around the other Vehicons and Decepticons on the Nemesis. Then it would gradually turn into little jabs at how small you were, and how a helpless human such as yourself couldn’t possibly navigate the Nemesis on your own. But he was willing to “graciously” lend you a helping hand, so to speak.

Despite initially choosing to ignore your presence, Starscream would quickly switch to insisting on having you near him as much as possible. The first time he received a compliment from you, he tried to brush it off with prideful boasting, “Yes, yes of course you would recognize my brilliance. As Second-in Command of the Decepticons, I must always set a stunning example for the troops.” Underneath the vain facade, the Seeker would conceal his fluster, as secretly he questioned what you gained from complimenting him.

After a while, Starscream would begin to show slightly more obvious signs of affection for you. He couldn’t allow others to see him fawning over you, so he was sneaky about it. Often his favorite method to get you alone would be to take you out on patrols with him whilst in his alt-mode. This is when the Seeker would open up more to you, sharing his frustrations regarding work-life, Megatron being an unfit leader, etc. You were taken by surprise when he asked for your opinions on matters, as it was unlike Starscream to ask for anyone else’s thoughts.

Winning Starscream’s affections was a long-game, but once you had his spark, you were his and his alone. Starscream doesn’t like to share after all. Especially not his precious little human.

As for nsfw: He’s a huge tease. He enjoys feeling in control and often instigates intimate encounters. Making you hot and bothered until you begged him to finally enter you. If you give him a cheeky compliment on his frame or his spike, it was easy to tell if he was flustered by the twitching of his wings. Oh and his wings are VERY sensitive, if stroked in the perfect spots, it was very erotic for him. He’s very kinky and really enjoys bondage (for you) and has a stash of toys in his private chambers.

TFE:

Starscream’s encounters with humans hadn’t been necessarily positive while he had been on Earth. G.H.O.S.T had seen to sew mistrust in his spark, making him reluctant to trust any human. But then of course, there was you. When he first encountered you, he fully expected screams of terror or you to flip out and run away begging for the Autobots to come save you from the evil, selfish, traitorous… Starscream. But you didn’t. You addressed him the same way anyone would when meeting a stranger for the first time. No judgment.

This was a first for the Seeker, and it only further piqued his curiosity and interest for you. Initially, his old bad habits took over and well, he kind of kidnapped you. But only because he feared being sold out to G.H.O.S.T, or having Megatron find him again… Self-preservation, something Starscream was very good at. He wasn’t rough with you at all, just was keeping you close to him “for your safety”, as he initially told you. Sure enough, after spending more time with you, Starscream’s guard slowly lowered as he realized you weren't a threat.

Trust wasn’t something easily won from the Seeker, but you steadily earned it. The first time Starscream didn’t hover around you and allowed you space, he was pleasantly surprised you didn’t try to escape. Starscream would slowly open up, telling stories of his adventures as a Seeker before the Great War. He didn’t open up to just anyone, so to see the genuine look of interest and awe in your eyes made him feel something. Something new.

Starscream tried to be subtle in expressing his affections, asking you to help map out stars in your galaxy, or assisting him with selecting new locations to scout. But despite all of his cunning and skills at deception, he couldn’t lie convincingly to you. So if he had a surprise planned for you, it was apparent on his faceplate. If questioned as to what he was up to, Starscream would brush it off as a glitch in his system.

Sometimes he would show off a bit to you. Even allowing you to go on flights with him, his favorite moments being when he shocked you with barrel-rolls and gunned it at high-G’s. Any bit of joyous or excited laughter would make his spark skip a beat. Starscream realized that he could in fact, make someone smile rather than cower, and he was glad he made you happy.

As for nsfw: He would be a little shy at first, maybe a bit flustered by being desired this way. Starscream would be a gentle lover as the two of you initially began your intimate endeavors. Making sure you were comfortable, going slow, giving more than receiving. As his confidence grew, however, he would reveal just how naughty he was. He had an edging kink for sure, getting off at bringing you close to ecstasy and then withholding it from you. Also it is no surprise that the silver-tongued Seeker would be rather good at oral. He definitely got off on seeing you squirm in pleasure at his touch, and he enjoyed kissing every inch of your body.

#transformers #transformers prime #decepticons #transformersprime #starscream #earthspark #starscream transformers #starscream earthspark #tfp starscream #transformers earthspark #transformers x reader insert #transformers headcanons #starscream x reader #starscream x reader insert

655 notes · View notes

in1-nutshell · 1 year ago

Note

Hello! I am SOO sorry that I have been cramping you with asks, so feel as free as you can be to push this one alll the way back, or deny it, I am not desperate at all. I just want to type this before I forget this. So after the Megatron with a daughter who was his opposite post, I, too, am in love with this opposite personality daughter series. Like just all of our favourite men as fathers of daughters with individual personalities of themselves but also more or less all resonated their fathers one way or another, or someone they knew! I LOVE IT! And I realized how this formed a perfect trilogy now.

So I am real curious. What if the three daughters exist in the same universe? And, may or may not interact? (would we need individual names for them all? Or Buddy 1 and 2 and 3 like Spider-Man: No Way Home and no one questions it?)

Hello!

I've actually been thinking about continuing the 'daughter with different personality' thing. Maybe in the future you'll see more!

Originally the plan was to have all the Buddy's to be in the same universe, but I ended up scrapping the idea and decided to create separate universes for each one (unless the plot tells me otherwise :))

When I saw the Spiderman part my mind went to this.

(Who knows for the future)

Hope you enjoy!

Optimus Prime, Ratchet, and Megatron's daughters meeting each other for the first time.

SFW, Platonic, Familial, groundbridge and relic shenanigans, Cybertronain reader

TFP

In TFP Rats universe.

Buddy was just minding her own business cleaning and wiping down her father’s tools.

It’s a nice day on base.

There was low Decepticon activity for the past few days, the children were playing their games, Bulkhead and Smokescreen were trying to get Bumblebee and Arcee to play Lob with them, Ultra Magnus and Optimus were reviewing plans for something, and her father, Ratchet, was with Wheeljack looking at a new relic they found in the Artic.

“It’s not another scraplet trap, right?”--Raf

“Nope! Completely checked it with the scanner. We should be good now.”--Buddy

“We ‘should’ be good?”--Bulkhead

“There is always a percentage of things blowing up, I’m not counting that out.”--Buddy

Without warning, the relic whirled to life jumping and shaking onto the floor.

Everyone jumped and backed away from the whirling sound it made. Bright light came out of it as the shaking intensified. The noise was loud enough to get everyone to come to the main room.

The machine scanned the closest bot, Buddy, and opened a portal, shooting out tons of air.

The children nearly flew back, but thanks to Ultra Magnus and Optimus, they were caught before they flew off the ledge.

“Hey Ratchet! What’s it doing?!”--Bulkhead

“Oh, it’s putting on a rock concert. OBVIOUSLY, I DON’T KNOW!”--Ratchet

Machine whirls louder.

“Buddy! Hide behind the med slab!”--Wheeljack

Buddy already behind the slab, clutching onto dear life.

“With all due respect, WHAT DO YOU THINK I’M DOING?!”--Buddy

Meanwhile in megs dimension

Buddy calmly walking down the halls of the Nemesis with some data pads.

“Hmm… wonder why they need so many data pads…”--Buddy

Sudden portal pops up on the wall next to them.

“What in the—”--Buddy

Portal starts sucking her in.

“AHHH—”--Buddy

Portal sucks Buddy in leaving the discarded data pads sprawled in the middle of the hallway.

In op dimension

Buddy is resting her arm on the handrail while talking with Miko.

“How’s the playlist going?”--Miko

“Haven’t been working too much on it. Patrol has been up my tailpipe lately. Do you have any more recommendations?”--Buddy

“Yeah! How about—”—Miko

A sudden portal opens.

“Umm, I don’t remember Ratchet opening up a groundbridge.”--Miko

Buddy grabbing a grenade from her subspace.

“That’s because he hasn’t!”--Buddy

Buddy chucks a grenade at the portal.

BAM!

Nothing happens to the portal.

“What!”—Miko and Buddy

The portal starts sucking them in.

Buddy grabs Miko as she starts to get dragged in, pounds a hole in the ledge and places her in there.

“Buddy? Buddy what are you—”--Miko

Buddy groans as she tries to keep her footing but gets sucked in and the portal closes.

“BUDDY!”--Miko

In Rats dimension

Two figures pop out of the portal and slam into Ratchet’s daughter.

The portal closes.

The two figures groaned.

Op Buddy sits up rubbing her helm.

Meg Buddy sliding off the med slab and onto the floor on her back.

“Urgh… my aching helm…”—Megs Buddy

Rat Buddy gently massaging her helm before looking at the two strangers.

“Who are you?”—Rat Buddy

Op Buddy looks at the others.

“Who are you?!”—Op Buddy

Meg Buddy looking at all the Autobots in the area.

“WHERE AM I?!”—Meg Buddy

Optimus carefully approaches the younglings.

Megs Buddy quickly moves back while the other two just stare widely.

“Buddy—”--Optimus

“Yes?”—All Buddy’s

All Buddy’s turn around and point at each other.

“Your name is Buddy! I’m Buddy!”—All Buddy’s

Meg Buddy standing up pacing a bit.

“Maybe this is some alternate universe…I always thought something like this was possible from what he said… It’s the only logical explanation for this…”—Megs Buddy

“That seems to check out. Which explains why Dad hasn’t started giving me the ‘speech’ again.”—Op Buddy

“Dad?”--Kids

“… Oh, this is going to be fun.”—Op Buddy

“This is not going to be fun…”—Meg Buddy

Everyone is confused.

Come to find the relic would scan someone and find ‘alternatives’ of them. It could mean alternative of the bot or by their names.

To avoid confusion the Buddy’s are labeled.

Op’s Buddy would be known as Buddy 1.

Rats Buddy would be known as Buddy 2.

Megs Buddy would be known as Buddy 3.

“How come she’s Buddy 1? Why not our Buddy? She was hear before you guys showed up.”--Miko

“Cause I’m older and cooler.”—Buddy 1

“Yeah right.”--Miko

“Don’t believe me Miko? Watch this.”—Buddy 1

Buddy 1 transforms into a monster truck.

“I take it back! That’s so cool! Can I ride you!?”--Miko

“Of course!”—Buddy 1

“Miko no!”--Bulkhead

“Miko yes!”--Miko

“Then why is our Buddy number two?”--Raf

“Because I’m the second oldest. Three is the youngest one here.”—Buddy 2

“Guess it makes sense. You she is kind a smaller than you two.”--Jack

“Hey! I’m a minicon! Of course, I’m smaller than everyone here!”—Buddy 3

“You’re a minicon?”--Arcee

Buddy 3 shrinks back a bit at Arcee’s gaze nodding.

Buddy 1 made the Team guess who her father was, bets were on the table and ready to be thrown. Buddy 1 managed to get Buddy 3 to get in on the guessing part. Buddy 3 guaranteed that no one would guess her creator.

A part of her didn’t want them to know either.

“All right we are ready.”--Miko

“Wow so soon?”—Buddy 3

“Too soon if you asked me.”—Buddy 1

“We’ve narrowed down three bots for each. If we win, 1 needs to take me out dune bashing in her alt mode.”--Miko

“Miko!”--Bulkhead

“I can stand by that.”—Buddy 1

“And if you don’t guess right?”—Buddy 2

“You’ll have to tell us.”--Miko

“…”—Buddy 3

“Lets get started!”--Miko

“Okay these ones are for Buddy 1.”--Smokescreen

“Got it, lets hear them.”—Buddy 1

“First one… Wheeljack!”--Miko

Buddy 1 laughing at the response.

“HAHAHAHA, Sorry, its just, just that Jackie here is more like my Uncle. Definitely not my dad.”—Buddy 1

“All righty then… Bulkhead!”--Miko

Buddy starts laughing at that one too.

“Nope! Bulks also like my Uncle!”—Buddy 1

“The last one… Smokescreen!”—Miko

Buddy is now on the floor laughing her tanks and near crying.

“…I’ll take that as a no then…”--Raf

Buddy finally stops laughing.

“You lose.”—Buddy 1

“Got that. Now spill it! Who’s your Dad?!”--Miko

Buddy stands up rather stoically.

“One shall stand, one shall fall.”—Buddy 1

Everyone stares at Optimus, who looks equally as surprised.

“Your—your Boss Bots kid!? How!?”--Miko

“A question everyone has been asking since we met.”—Buddy 1

Miko turns to Buddy 3.

She hoped that they would have forgotten her, but alas here she was.

“Your turn!”--Miko

Buddy 3 nervously sits next to Prime and Ratchet

“First one… Arcee!”--Miko

Buddy 3 looking terrified.

“NO! I mean no.”--Buddy 3

“How about… Ultra Magnus!”--Miko

Buddy shakes her helm while looking at Magnus.

“Sorry try again.”—Buddy 3

“Okay… Optimus!”--Miko

Buddy 1 looks at Buddy 3.

“Are we siblings!?”—Buddy 1

“I mean aren’t we all in a way?”—Buddy 3

“Buddy.”--Ratchet

“Sorry, the answer is no.”—Buddy 3

“Dang it!”--Miko

“Then who is your Dad?”--Raf

“…Megatron…”—Buddy 3

“…”—Everyone

“HOW!”--Jack

Buddy shrinks back at the sudden movements.

Buddy 1 and Buddy 2 immediately stand by Buddy 3

“Hold it now. Just because 3 dad is Bucket head, no offense.”—Buddy 1

“None taken.”—Buddy 3

“Doesn’t mean she’s bad. Right?”—Buddy 2

“No, no I’m not.”—Buddy 3

“Really and how can you prove it?”--Arcee

“Arcee—”—Buddy 2

“Well think about this. If I was truly bad, why haven’t I hurt you.”—Buddy 3

“Because your short?”--Smokescreen

“… Okay that one’s asking for it… but beside the point, I could have easily hurt the kids, yet I haven’t. I could have attacked or given any other hint that I had malicious intentions. But I haven’t, have I?”—Buddy 3

Pause

“I stand by 3.”—Buddy 1

“And I stand with 1 and 3.”—Buddy 2

“I will stand by her as well.”--Optimus

“Prime!”—Most of the team

“Prime?”—Buddy 3

“She is our guest and so is 1. We must treat them with the respect they deserve.”--Optimus

“…Thank you Prime.”—Buddy 3

After the confrontation a little more research is done on the machine.

Thanks to Buddy 3’s expert decoding skills, she was able to read the full effects of the machine as well as how to reverse it.

The good news was that the effects were reversable.

The bad news was that the machine needed time to recuperate before usage again.

The Buddy’s decided to kill time by hanging out with each other and the team in the meantime.

Aka shenanigan time.

1 tries to start a conversation with her alternate family especially with Prime.

She is curious to see if there are any differences between her father and her alternative father.

“You always did have a thing for the Halls, didn’t you?”—Buddy 1

“The Halls of Iacon was where I worked.”--Optimus

“You mean, where Orion worked.”—Buddy 1

“…Yes.”--Optimus

“Sorry, but I see Orion and Optimus as two separate bots sometimes.”—Buddy 1

“It is understandable.”--Optimus

3 tended to stay with 2 for the most part.

2 was a soft soul and was quiet for the most part.

2 did entertain 3 with the occasional story here and there.

Buddy 2 and 3 talking to each other near the med bay.

“What do you think they’re talking about?”--Smokescreen

“Beep boop bep bop boop. (Probably about medical stuff.)”--Bumblebee

“Yeah, probably.”--Smokescreen

“So, then Arcee raised her blasters at the wannabe Cybertronians and started blasting.”—Buddy 2

Buddy 3 listening intently.

1 likes to place 2 and 3 on her shoulders.

1 being the tallest and bulkiest of the Buddy’s could support the weight, not that they did weigh anything to her.

The other two Buddy’s liked feeling tall.

“Hey! Hey! Look at this!”—Buddy 1

Buddy 1 supporting Buddy 2 on her shoulders while Buddy 3 was on top.

“We are Buddy Supreme!”—Buddy 2

Buddy 1 has a bright smile on her face.

Buddy 2 has a wobbly smile trying not to laugh while carrying 3.

Buddy 3 is just staring in amazement.

“So, this is what it’s like to be tall… this is nice.”—Buddy 3

Soon it was time for them to leave.

3 really doesn’t want to leave her new friends behind.

She certainly doesn’t want to go back to the dark halls of the Nemesis.

But this pleasant experience was soon to be the spark to ignite the flame for peace between the two fractions again.

She was going to do everything she could to end this war with peace.

Whether Megatron liked it or not.

“It was lovely seeing you all and knowing there are alternative versions of myself out there. I hope we meet again on much pleasanter terms in the future.”—Buddy 3

“Same goes to you 3!”—Buddy 1 and 2

Buddy 3 walks through the portal.

A flash of purple shines before returning to its natural color.

“It’s your turn kid—”--Wheeljack

“SEE YA!”—Buddy 1

Buddy 1 back flips into the portal before a flash of blue shines.

The portal turns off and all is still.

“…Well, wasn’t that an eventful Wednesday afternoon?”—Buddy

In megs universe

Buddy bounces off the wall of the Nemesis.

Literally.

“For once I’d wish for a smooth landing…”--Buddy

“Buddy.”--Soundwave

Buddy looks up to see Soundwave.

Buddy waves.

“Hey Soundwave.”--Buddy

Soundwave starts walking forward.

“Sorry about the data pads—”--Buddy

Soundwave is in front of Buddy.

“I swear I meant to go straight to the room when—”--Buddy

Soundwave gets down on his knees and pulls Buddy in a tight hug.

Buddy freezes for a moment before hugging back.

None say anything, just holding onto each other in one of the empty halls of the Nemesis.

In op universe

Buddy gets thrown at Bumblebee and Smokescreen.

“OW!”--Buddy

“BEEP! (BUDDY!)”--Bumblebee

“BUDDY!”--Smokescreen

Both bots hugging Buddy’s sides tightly.

“We heard from Miko that you go sucked into some groundbridge or something!”--Smokescreen

Buddy patting both bots helms.

Bumblebee digs his helm further in Buddy’s neck cables whirling in concern and relief.

“Boy, do I have a story to tell you guys. But let’s wait till everyone gets here, I can’t wait to see Doc bot’s reaction to his daughter.”--Buddy

“HIS WHAT!?”—Smokescreen and Bumblebee

“MY WHAT!”--Ratchet

#transformers x reader #maccadam #bot buddy #tfp #tfp x reader #tfp x platonic reader #tfp optimus prime #tfp ratchet #tfp megatron #bot buddy crossover

200 notes · View notes

yayasvalveplay · 3 months ago

Note

In canon, Optimus sacrificed himself because the second "container" was the Matrix of Leadership, not some random container I decided that would be on the Nemesis, so he moved the AllSpark into the Matrix to then trap Unicron inside (as my friends call the AllSpark's original container) the lava lamp. Yea Megatron is having a time, he's probably slinking off somewhere to wallow in his grief. (Hive Queen Optimus)

Starscream and Shockwave pulling themselves out of the ocean and flopping onto some beach, very much in pain. Starscream has no fucking idea what's going on since he was the one to die at the end of season 2 while Shockwave doesn't know how the Nemesis battle went but can assume what happened. They notice that oh yea they're next to each other, but they have no idea where they are or if there's any energon around. Shockwave is the first one to realize they got some new information in their memory banks from the Unicron situation and they figure out that yea, the Autobots won the war, the Decepticons seemed to have merged with them, and the Predacons (Starscream is freaking out that Predacons exist) are vibing with them too.

The duo eventually get found by the USA government and Fowler scrambles over to tell Arcee and the... Insecticon lizards. I don't know what to call those three. Anyways, Arcee and one of the hive members pop over to see what shockstar are up to and just kinda find them wandering. In their minds they only have each other, since there's no way for them to get back to Cybertron to their knowledge. After some talking Arcee and the Insecticons dump the two off near the cave the like five Vehicons on Earth are staying and the Vehicons are so fucking happy to see some members of High Command even if the Decepticons aren't really a thing anymore. The duo just decide to stay with the Vehicons and Arcee and the hive member slink back to where the children are.

Meanwhile on Cybertron, Soundwave is leading the building efforts for the new city around the Omega Lock. The underground tunnels from the Unicron prep are being reused to make bunkers on the off chance acid rain shows up. The main buildings that have been finished so far are the hospital (Ratchet insisted on it and Soundwave agreed), a sparkling care center, and housing. Multiple schools are almost finished building and the first neutrals from the war finally start returning to Cybertron.

The neutrals have to get used to the new Cybertron, since Insecticons, Vehicons, and Predacons are all about helping build and lay foundations and some of said Vehicons and two of the Predacons are picking up medical knowledge to help Ratchet and Knockout at the hospital. Most are extremely happy that the war is over and what they can see being prioritized. With the neutrals coming in they have more hands to build other priority buildings and more housing and jobs. Before the city gets too big though, Optimus Prime appears with lil Arazoma trotting next to him and announces that a form of leadership must be established beyond this mishmash they have now. While it works now, yes, it will not work when more cities are added to Cybertron.

They took a bit of time to work out a government each city must abide by, with more neutrals coming in in the mean time, but they eventually figure one out. Each city would govern themselves via whatever means they wish as long as it doesn't bring harm to other mecha and follows some sort of "bill of cybertronian rights" but they must have some form of representative so every city can send one to represent their city for any meetings that would affect the whole planet or for primal festivals (when Primus starts insisting to start them again). While some Cybertronians aren't happy with this system, a large majority are and that's the system put in place.

Optimus finally allows the Insecticons to make a new hive on Cybertron and they start digging right smack dab between New Kaon and the Well. Lil Arazoma asks mama if he can still see his friends over in New Kaon and Optimus answers that of course he can, the Insecticons or Bumblebee can take him over, and Arazoma just starts getting excited at seeing his big brother Bumblebee again.

I might continue this later, but I think it'll be fun to let other people expand this au too. Knowing me I'm gonna be focusing on the hive when I come back for more since it's been so long since Optimus was bred by his hive.

-Oppy Breeding Anon (I gotta remember to keep adding that)

Them coming up on the beach stareondering what the frag has been going on. Why was he in the water? And oh look there's Shockwave,,, "SHOCKWAVE HOW DID YOU GET HERE!?"

Also. "THE FRAG YOU MEAN THERES PREDICONS AND YOU BUILT THEM!?"

They get taken in by the vehicons that stayed on Earth. I mean earth really isn't that bad but they do want to see how Cybertron is faring.

The insecticon lizards are funny.

As for the hive i can just see their reaction when Op is watching them all hang out. Taking care of the eggs or is cleaning each other off. He looks at one of the named Insecticons who are standing right next to him.

"What is it my queen? Your field is radiating happiness and want."

"I think it's time that we build ourselfs a new nest. Don't you think [insecticons name]" there's a pause with everyone as they look over at Op.

"You mean?"

"I do."

They get right to work making their nest. Making it close to the well since it's so well guarded already that's where their queen should lay his eggs.

Oh and once its all ready and secure (Arazoma sent away to his brother.) Optimus wants into his new breeding room. Sits down and opens his valve pannel. And open invitation, one the hive gladly takes.

#mild valveplug #hive queen optimus

20 notes · View notes

ohdearlingwhathappened · 1 year ago

Text

Tugging on Sparkstrings

TfP! Starscream x Male!human!reader Oneshot

Summary: The 3 times you said thank you to Starscream and the first time he did the same. WC: 3909

A/N: A gift for @sunlightera and beta'd by @staijey-the-creator Hope you all enjoy!!

Starscream missed the time before Megatron returned; three solar cycles surely wasn’t a long time for any Cybertronian, but the comeback of his “Master” made that time feel all that much shorter. A few months ago, he thought he had finally been rid of the merciless warlord after ripping that slagging shard of dark energon out of his chassis, but after the Autobot scum had tampered with his master’s frame, Megatron had come back to, and Starscream had payed for it dearly. And of course there’s the… newest addition of the Nemesis. A human who Knockout had picked up on one of his racing jaunts- only allowed to stay because Knockout was having a difficult time after the loss of his partner and he was apparently useful in the laboratory.

Starscream would never admit to it outloud, but he rather enjoyed your company.

You never failed to make the mech’s derma quirk upwards whenever he had to visit Knockout for a repair; something he’s fallen into the habit of doing far more often since he had gotten to know you.

“Well where is he?” Starscream scoffed, rolling his eyes when the resident doctor told him you were off ship for the day, his talons tapped at the medical slab beneath him while his legs were examined. He had reported to Knockout that he felt something jostling in his lower right leg, near his pede.

“I sent him to get more supplies, my inventory is running low.” Knockout raised an optical ridge and gave the lieutenant a once over. Slowly, a smirk formed on his face as he dropped Starscream’s leg, “Y’know… if I didn’t know any better, I’d start believing you missed the fleshy.”

“What preposterous- how could you- Why would you-” Starscream sputtered, not knowing how to cover his aft.

“You want to know how I know?” Knockout stood to his full height, servos on hips.

“...” Starscream didn’t acknowledge Knockout further, other than glancing at him.

“Because you only ever come in here for superficial things, like buffable dents or small pebbles somewhere in your frame. If you cared for your frame like I do,” Knockout gestured to his, probably freshly, buffed frame as he spoke, “then I might be willing to believe your supposed reasons for coming into my lab near daily, but considering you’re the same mech who left this same lab looking an absolute mess a few months ago, I’ve come to the conclusion that a sudden interest in cosmetics is not what ails you.”

Starscream sat absolutely shell shocked at the medic’s word, not sure how to proceed. The doctor had called his proverbial bluff, and he was undeniably embarrassed to have feelings for a squishy, but he wasn’t expecting what came from Knockout next,

“I’d tell him.”

“What?!”

“Oh please. You’re his favorite patient to help with. Why delay the inevitable? Now get out of my lab with your nonexistent rattling pebble, I’ve got actual things to do.” And just like that, Starscream was practically pushed out of the lab, the whooshing of the door behind him solidifying that their conversation was over.

After another moment of just standing in front of the door like a scraplet had just eaten half his processor. He started moving down the halls aimlessly, an occasional grumble escaped him about Knockout having his helm hit too many times on the battlefield. It was a quiet day on The Nemesis, Megatron was out checking on the energon mines- a job he no longer trusted to Starscream considering the last time he had hidden some away in an abandoned mine.

“Oh! Starscream!”

Scrap.

“Good afternoon! I hate to bother you, are you busy?” Screamer looked down to see you looking back up at him with a smile, a rare sight coming from anyone else on the ship. Normally, if anyone had asked him his business, Starscream would snap at them to mind their own, but he found himself weak to their gentle nature around the ship. It was nice… especially after a meeting with Megatron. “You don’t have to help, if you’re busy. This stuff is just a bit heavy.”

He snapped out of the thoughts going on in his processor and focused back on the human. The man held about five, large bags of different auto supplies, though it’s likely all high-grade polish for that pompous medic. Starscream leans down to take something from you.

“I can spare some time, just this once… human.”

You handed the giant mech three of the bags, bags that look so small and insignificant once they were put in his servos. You both noticed the difference, a small chuckle was drawn from you, the ridiculousness of the situation being anything but subtle. The absence of weight from the bags Starscream took allowed a spring to be put back into your step.

Once you both reach Knockout’s lab, Starscream put down the bags, not wanting Knockout to make another comment about Starscream craving your attention. He glanced back down at you, his arms crossing over his chassis, “Next time let me know if you need help once you get back on the ship. I shouldn’t have to find you struggling in the hallways.”

You raised an eyebrow, a smile still on your face, “Good to know you’re so flexible with your schedule.”

Starscream found himself sputtering for the second time that day. It felt like everyone was determined to sass him one way or the other. He huffed and started his way down the hall, before hearing you call out to him again. His wings flicked, his anxiousness to get away before his vents turned on increasing by the nanoklik.

“What is it?”

“Thank you for helping me.” Your smile is the last thing Starscream saw before you lugged all of the bags through the doorway, all while fussing at Knockout to carry his own polish from now on.

Whirrrrrrr.

The sound of Starscream’s fans filled the hall, which pushed him to get to his habsuite to cool off his warmed frame as soon as possible. His derma formed a smile, his spark undeniably loved the way you said a simple ‘thank you’ by the way it tugged.

* * * * * *

“This is the second time in the past two decacycles that he has been missing from your lab, doctor. I suggest that you get your assistant in check before Lord Megatron deems him an unnecessary entity on this ship!” Starscream slammed a fist down on one of Knockout’s tables, an act that drew an unimpressed look to the medic’s face. Breakdown spared a glance from his place cleaning and organizing Knockout’s surgical and torture instruments, but he was decidedly too interested to participate in Starscream’s temper tantrum.

“Unstick your wings, Starscream, Y/n wasn’t feeling great today, so he is resting in his room, something that was already reported to our master, not that he paid the notice much care.” Knockout’s rolled optics return to their previous task at making sure the surgical-saw he was cleaning before he spoke again, “Feel free to visit him if you finally plan on doing something about your two’s mutual tension. At this point, I’ll be happy with whatever will light a fire under your aft and get you moving.”

“You’re out of line, Knockout! That human is nothing but a pest that doesn’t belong here in the first place. I would be more than happy to cease hearing him regard me so informally and treat me as if I am some friend.” The doctor moved his eyes from his superior and towards the ground behind him, not that Starscream noticed as he continued to rant, “I care about that irritating human as much as I do about whatever brand of polish you’ve deigned good enough from this disgusting planet- and to squish any unsightly, absurd theories you have come up with- is very little!” Starscream came within inches of Knockout’s frame and brought a talon to his chassis, the scowl on his face very much so prominent. “And I-”

“Well then…”

The energon coursing through Starscream went cold at the sound of your voice reaching his audials. Starscream whipped around, coming eye to optic with your scathing glare. You didn’t appear to be in the best of conditions- donning an oversized hoodie and sweats, a blanket wrapped around your shoulders, and a thin sheen of sweat marked your brow. Knockout “cleared” his throat to garner your attention, the sound forced you to finally break eye contact with the Second-in-command of the Decepticons, who also turned, hoping the doctor might help him out of the problem of his own creation. “I’m surprised to see you out of your room, Y/n. You looked downright debilitated a couple of cycles ago. Still do, really.”

“Yeah, well, I was finally able to choke down some saltines, and I was hoping I could borrow some of Breakdown’s time to get me some soup?” You looked up to the orange-faced mech who, upon seeing your weary form, gave you a grin and a nod.

“Sure thing, little man, we can go now, if you’d like.”

“Thank you.”

Breakdown made his way to you, scooped you up into a servo, and lifted you to his shoulder, like he normally does when you both would go out for supplies or recon. The door to the lab opened and Breakdown nearly began to speed down the halls before you tapped his shoulder with your knuckles to get him to pause. You turned around to face Starscream with one last smile, “And thank you for finally voicing your feelings, Sta- sir. I’ll be sure to address you appropriately from now on. We’ll see you in a little bit, Knockout.”

And without further ado, Breakdown and you passed through the doorway, your large friend having already sent Soundwave a message about needing a groundbridge. Knockout’s expression had shifted throughout the interaction, moving from unimpressed to disdain.

“If you’re done insulting my assistant, I’d appreciate it if you wouldn’t further sully my lab with your presence… Fragging idiot.”

Shoved out of the medical bay for the second time in two decacycles, and it was the second time that it tugged against his protoform- only this time it was undeniably painful.

* * * * * *

A week or so later, you finally felt better, though you could admit to wanting to stay in your makeshift home on The Nemesis in order to avoid the lanky lieutenant who often stalked the halls, seemingly to avoid his own work. However, you couldn’t leave Knockout and Breakdown hanging, especially when they both have put their necks on the line for you to be allowed to live in this place- no matter how embarrassed you may be if forced to face the mech you’ve been fawning over for the past couple of months, only to be harshly pulled back to reality by said mech’s vehement speech on how your company is undesirable, to say the least.

You felt a little ridiculous peeking around corners before fully committing to the turn, but once you made it to the lab without incident, other than greeting Steve with a good morning, the ridiculous feeling melted away into feeling vindicated instead. “Good morning to my favorite Decepticons.”

“Welcome back, for a moment I thought we were going to have to ask Megatron for a splinter of his “good stuff” if you weren’t back for another solar cycle or so.” Knockout smirked and Breakdown chuckled, working on something with his frame.

“Eugh, I’d rather you let me stay dead.” The idea of Big M’s equivalent to a purple crystal meth being anywhere near your skin, let alone inside of you sent shivers down your spine. Having given the room a look, you noticed nothing looked different, not surprising since it hadn’t been too long. You sat in a little chair Breakdown had created for you and gave yourself a little spin, “So what have you got for me to do today? I’m sure there are some things that smaller hands are needed for.”

Knockout and Breakdown looked at each other before they gave you their attention again and then went back to looking at each other with their expressions flickering here and there. The two of them were obviously using their telepathic thing, trying to figure out what exactly to say to you.

“Guys, just give it to me straight, what’s going on?”

“Well, S-”

“Starscream has been coming by everyday looking for you, and Megatron has taken notice. The Lieutenant has been instructed to meet Lord Megatron on the landing strip, and we have been warned there may be… upkeep following their meeting.” Breakdown started off fast, as if trying to rip the bandage off, only slowing when he basically admitted Megatron was blatantly admitting he was giving Starscream another round of punishments for insubordination.

You may not be happy with Starscream and his lack of tact, but your care for him didn’t evaporate over the course of a few days, so the news of him receiving a beating once again only filled you with dread.

“Well, we’ll care for him no differently than usual. His medical needs will be met by all of us… if he deems it alright.”

“He’s not the chief medical officer of this vessel last I checked, so whether he likes it or not, I will be using both of my assistants if it so pleases me.” He crossed his arms over his chassis and his smirk began to lean towards the mad scientist look, “And if he raises a fuss, I have more than enough anesthesia to keep him down during any procedures.”

“Cool it, doc. I doubt he’ll have too much to say after his ‘meeting’.” You used air quotes, not having wanted to fully believe that Starscream would once again be beaten within an inch of his life, but knew it was inevitable if he had been neglecting his job like Breakdown said. As if on cue, the lab doors opened and Starscream’s body was tossed in, like he was some after thought. His frame was dented, scratched, and marred dramatically- it resembled what Knockout told you of the punishment Starscream received when Megatron had finally been revived from his stasis.

“I trust you all will get our Second-in-Command back in working order quickly.” His hulking figure showed no signs of having just brutally harmed and dragged Starscream through the halls, “And doctor, I would recommend ensuring your pet’s knowledge on the need for productivity on my ship, and that it understands consequences.”

And with that, the leader of the Decepticons was gone.

“Alright, Screamer, let’s get you back up and running. Y/n, get your gloves- I can see small bits further in his frame than I can reach.” Knockout lifted Starscream’s limp frame, with Breakdown’s help, and put him on one of the medical berths. He turned around and can tell you haven’t moved an inch, your eyes glued to the unconscious mech. “Y/n, move. This isn’t the worst state you’ve seen a con in.”

“...Right.” You moved quickly to get your supplies, purely through muscle memory.. Ladders that were installed throughout the ship, but primarily the lab, helped you climb your way up to Starscream’s side. His visage was hard to take in, to say the least. Logically, you knew with Knockout’s expertise and perfectionism when it comes to his work, Starscream would be fine, but seeing the mech that you have fallen for, no matter how unrequited, unconscious and possibly struggling to keep his spark brought tears to your eyes. You kept your head down, no desire to look at your friends, and lower yourself into his chassis after Knockout removes the plating in your way, “Let’s get this over with.”

You hadn’t been in Starscream’s chassis like this before; his spark chamber glowed bright and strong, bringing an ease to your own heart. A shake of your head took your attention from the beautiful gleam of Starscream’s spark and back to the task at hand. Pieces of small metal littered the inside of his frame, so you got to work- each piece picked up carefully, not wanting to nick any circuits or vital points. You took one last look at the entrancing light before telling Knockout to help you up and out of the Starscream’s chassis.

“Knockout, let me know when you’re done with everything and are willing to go over his aftercare procedures when we’re on rotation.” Without waiting for a response, you left the lab, too caught up in your own thoughts to stay. The halls were quiet.

_____________________________

Knockout had messaged you a few hours ago that Starscream was in a stable condition and he and Breakdown had to go for energon scouting. You responded back, acknowledging that you would look over the lieutenant in the meantime. And so, you had been looking over the mech who has yet to wake up for an hour or so.

You settled next to his frame, knowing if something went awry with his status, being anywhere else may make the difference between him staying as healthy as possible and a sudden decline. With a book opened on the datapad Soundwave had generously crafted especially for you, you try to focus on the words on the screen, but keeping your eyes from flicking to Starscream was near impossible.

“You’re a fragging idiot, y’know…” You snapped at the non-responsive frame, the datapad abandoned on the medical berth before you stood and began pacing, “A primus-damned idiot! Inconsiderate! Self-involved! A downright misleading, conniving aft!”

In the midst of your yelling, tears started forming in the corners of your eyes and in a moment of rage, you harshly kicked the servo you stood by. You plopped back down with a groan and reclined your back so it met the berth, legs swung over the side, moving back and forth, “We sound like a bad joke- a robot-lover and a robot who hates him walk into a bar.”

Your laugh was dry.

“I lied.”

“Ah!” You sat up quickly and would have fallen right off the edge of the berth had Starscream not grabbed you by the collar of your shirt. Being lifted onto his chassis, his optics haven’t met yours, but he did grant you a couple of glances before he put his helm back and returned his optics to the ceiling. “What the hell, Starscream?! You scared the shit out of me!”

“Well, excuse me for attempting to clear the air- something I have in fact been trying to do for the past several solar cycles, for your information.” He didn’t move. In fact, he was oddly still in comparison to his normal gesticulations.

“The air wouldn’t have needed clearing if you had just told me you didn’t want me around to begin with.”

“I wasn’t aware that you went deaf in your time avoiding me- I lied, Y/n. Your company is- well, I mean you’re-... it doesn’t matter. What matters is that I lied about not enjoying your presence.” His optics flicked back and forth and to anywhere else that would keep you out of his vision.

“If this is your idea of an apology, you can-” You stopped and quickly crawled up the remainder of his chest plating and pulled on his chin, so he would finally face you, “You used my name.”

“What’s your point?” His eyes still occasionally flit away, easily giving away his embarrassment.

“You’ve never called me by my name. It’s always just been human or fleshy.” A smile, though small, graced your features, and Starscream felt that tug on his spark that he had been missing for weeks. After what he said in front of you, he supposed he had the subconscious fear he would never see that smile again. It was nice to see, comforting even. “Thank you.”

That stole Starscream’s attention, his optics looking into your big eyes, “Why in Primus’ name are you thanking me?”

“Well, I’ll admit your apology sucks, but the effort was there… besides, if I held on to every bad thing said to me on this ship, I’d lose my mind. Knockout isn’t exactly the easiest mech to get along with, and he and Breakdown are good friends now.” You gave him an awkward smile and shrug.

“...What now?” Starscream quirked an optical ridge. While you were forgiving, he couldn’t believe you would just let everything go.

“For now, recharge. We can talk more about this when you’ve just woken up from a royal beating from your megalomaniac boss.” You lied down, emotionally exhausted from the past few days. The relief Starscream’s words granted you also apparently left you ready to sleep. Your comment on the leader of the Decepticons drew a tired chuckle from the mech beneath you as you both finally fell asleep in each other’s comfort.

* * * * * *

“Wake up, Starscream.” You smile, pulling on one of his digits. He cracks an optic open, looking down to your form, hair still mussed from sleep. Seeing him awake, you climb up his frame and sit yourself on his Decepticon brand.

“That’s not my designation to you.” Starscream sneers, closing his optic and feigning going back into a recharge. “Try again, human.”

“Lieutenant?” You hum, bringing a finger up to tap your chin in mocking thought.

“Wrong.”

“Screamer?”

That got his attention, his optics opening and narrowing down at your smaller form, “You spend too much time with that imbecile doctor.”

“An imbecile doctor who had to kick us out of his lab at one point because someone couldn’t stop exaggerating his symptoms to get attention from his nurse, Starlight.” You lean down to press a kiss against his chin, finally using your name for him, smile widening to a grin when you see his own spreading across his derma.

“I have no idea what you could be talking about. The rocks on this planet easily stick in my frame, so I require additional attention.” Starscream brings a servo to your back, rubbing a digit up and down.

“Oh, is that so? Is that why you’ve stolen me away from the lab, so I can be your personal nurse?” Your laugh rings through the habsuite and Starscream’s chuckle reverberates beneath his chassis where you sit.

“Perhaps.”

Reflecting on the relationship between you and your seeker, you can’t believe where you both were a couple of months ago in comparison to now- the spat between you both long settled after a lengthy conversation. After a day or so of caring for Starscream in the lab, Knockout had discharged him for monitoring in his habsuite, tired of having to hear the two of you going coyly back and forth. Megatron didn’t seem to care, just as long as Starscream doesn’t stand in the way of his plans. You’re snapped out of your reminiscing after a moment,

“Thank you.” His optics, no longer feigning sleep, look down to you with such warmth, a look you return but with furrowed brows and a slightly dampened smile. Your hands cup Starscream’s face to bring it into better view.

“Now, what are you thanking me for?”

“For forgiving me… for loving me.”

“Thank you for letting me.” With a kiss on his derma, you get comfortable on his chest and close your eyes, “I changed my mind, maybe we should stay in, at least for a bit.”

“Sounds good to me, spark tugger.”

#transformers #fanfic writing #maccadam #x reader #tfp #tfp starscream #tfp starscream x reader #hurt/comfort #primarily fluff #Starscream says something stupid

128 notes · View notes

hallucinateonpaperspines · 1 year ago

Text

Have you ever thought about Megatron's claim in tfp that he can "control" the Terracons but we never actually see him do it? Sure, sir stands on top of a cliff, gives a dramatic speech, and, presumably, sends off his hoard to destroy Optimus on his behalf, but is that really controlling them?

Excuse me, but I must rant for a moment.

The first interaction is with Cliffjumper's revived corpse, pre-Dark Engeron infusion. So, obviously, there is no control and the Terracon attacks. Fitting with the whole "destroyer" aspect of Unicron. But is that just its nature, or a clue?

Then of course there is the cliff scene, the whole "rise and tear them apart" shebang... but does that actually deviate from the default nature of the Terracons? Attack the living? One of which possessed the fragging Matrix of Leadership?

*slams gavel down* Inconclusive evidence I say! Objection sustained!

The next interaction is the space bridge explosion. While calling back to Michelangelo's Creation of Adam (hehe, nice playing God implication), it also shows that there was no contact or room to give orders. So that is also null.

We do also have the Skyquake incident, which does not include Megatron but does include interactions with both bots and humans. The Zombie Con clearly attempted to attack the bots first and foremost, then moved on to the humans once the larger targets were gone. A result of visibility or sensitivity to the energon in their systems? A sort of I'm Primus' creation flag waving? IDK, I'm speculating.

And, finally, with the vampire infection on the Nemesis, Megatron can sense the Terracons, but he can't control them at all. (I've only seen clips of that particular episode, so my speculation will have to end there, but wasn't KO and Starscream right next to him at the time of the attack?)

So, no, Meggsy, I don't think you had any control over the Terracons. Zombie AU where he figures this out, anyone?

I could just be overthinking the entire thing, but I've been gnawing on this for Y E A R S.

#transformers prime #aligned continuity #maccadam #tfp megatron #megatron #ramblings #rambles

58 notes · View notes

cbsblossom · 4 months ago

Text

TFA MEGATRON POV

(After Tfa Starscream, Maroon, returns to his universe)

(Related to my Starscream Crossover comics!)

———————

Megatron knows Starscream is up to something.

He has been acting stranger, stranger than usual, at least. Sneaking longing glances at the halls, creating multitude of excuses to escape his presence, counting the cycles and hoarding Energon to an unknown location.

A location that not even Shockwave, his most loyal decepticon, could detect.

It is unusual- dare he say uncharacteristic for Starscream to not try and kill him for this long, either he has finally given up- (Megatron almost laughed at the prospect) or he is planning something big

Megatron knows Starscream is up to something, and it’s about time his wretched second in command started talking.

“You called for me, Lord Megatron?”

Ah, speak of the devil, as the organics say.

Megatron turns around and watches as Starscream reluctantly steps into the room, looking down, unwilling to look at Megatron in the optics.

(How absurd, what event changed you my seeker? You used to look me in the optics as you tried and failed to overthrow me?)

Megatron almost sneered at the sight before turning around to look at the screen. The cameras displaying everything, from the halls of the nemesis, to the very room they were standing in.

“When are you ending this charade Starscream?” Megatron growled “I beg your pardon…?” Starscream asked.

“Don’t think of me as a fool. You think I didn’t notice you sneaking around like a mouse and hoarding our energon resources?”

Starscream stiffened up and his face hardens. “I thought we were allowed to take as much energon as we need?” Starscream spoke up.

“Hm…” Ah yes, Megatron recalled. He did say something akin to that…though, he’s surprised that Starscream remembered that particular speech.

“Yes I did say that-“ Starscream shuffled backwards as Megatron steps closer “-That is, unless a certain mech is particularly known for sabotaging, assassinating and fragging up all my plans” Megatron leans forward until they were face to face “Sounds familiar….?

Starscream stiffened up and whispered to himself with a grumble “Of course I’m stuck with the only leader whose actually smart and sober enough to notice…damnit, I wish I had Jaspers Megatron-“

Megatron narrowed his optics and growled softly “If you wish to speak so willingly, don’t you think it’s polite to speak louder? After all, you used to love voicing your opinions”

Starscream hunched up even harder at Megatron’s words. “Or…you used to. And that’s the problem that has been….pestering me for the past few cycles…”

Megatron started walking around Starscream, quickly noticing how he stiffened up, his peds shifted in a simple defense position (As if that could save him from Megatrons blaster) and his servos flexed, as if ready to slash at Megatron if he made a single wrong motion.

“Just a few cycles ago, you were loudly complaining, reluctantly scouting, and plotting to kill me. A normal behavior coming from you”

“But then, in just one cycle, you stopped doing any of that. You stopped complaining, you stopped scouting, and you’ve stopped attempting to kill me….”

“So tell me Starscream. What, are you planning?”

“……” Starscream looked at Megatron, for the first time in a while, straight in the optics…..and laughed.

“AHAHAHAHAHAHAHA-!!”

Megatron blinked in surprise and glanced around. To see if there is anything else that has happened to warrant such an unusual reaction from his second in command. But there was nothing.

Starscream calmed down and wiped off a lubricant from his optics “Man…! Can’t wait to talk to Silver and Jasper about this..! Jasper actually managed to predict everything-! Word for word too! Damn, can’t believe I lost the bet…”

Chocolate? Bet?? Silver and Jasper??? Man??

Megatron was about to open his mouth and demand an answer out of Starscream before the Seeker stepped forward and bared his denta in a feral smile.

“Since you already found all the clues, i’m gonna offer you a..deal. So to speak, a very beneficial one too”

Megaton narrowed his optics and looked down at the cocky Seeker (Something deep in Megatrons spark purred at the familiar sight of his second in commands normal behavior)

“I am willing to give you the locations of countless energon mines, the location of the all spark and even where the Autobot are- in exchange for one thing! And one thing only!”

Megatron tilted his head and looked down at his second in command “And what is this ‘one thing’ you speak of?”

Starscream nearly purred in excitement and whispered “Let me leave the Decepticons” and Megatron…blinked.

“…Pardon?”

“You heard me!” Starscream leaned back with a smile. As if his words did not completely baffle Megatron to his core. Starscream leaving…?

“And-” Megatron cleared his vents and spoke “How can I trust that you will give me any of this….benefits?”

Starscream smiled again “Don’t tell me you haven’t noticed yet, Lord Megatron~ All our Energon supplies has been growing exponentially for the past few cycles!”

He spread his arms as he proclaims out loud “Our entire stock is filled to the brim with energon! I have already giving you a taste of what you could gain!! And all you have to do-”

Starscream stepped forward with a near feral smile as he yelled in enthusiasm “Is to let me leave!”

Megatron paused as he thought about the deal, it us true..and if what Starscream saying is true, which it most likely is (This fact made something in Megatron wither and snarl) proven by the very real increase of Energon supplies.

Megatron looked at the near hopeful and confident look in Starscreams eyes, as if he already knew that Megatron would accept. (Hah, what a disgusting look, you have never looked this hopeful, not since the day you joined my cause-)

The Decepticon leader looked at the Seekers confident face-

“No”

- before gleefully watching his second in commands face fall in shock.

“…Excuse me…?”

“You are not deaf Starscream. You heard what I said” Megatron cooed and walked away, chuckling in amusement as Starscream, splutters and speed walked in an attempt to keep up with his leaders strides.

“Why-?! I don’t understand-!!”

“Yes. You don’t understand” Megatron turned around, almost getting hit by Starscream as the seeker nearly tripped at the sudden stop.

Starscream stumbles back, his field leaking his surprise and fear (that delicious, familiar fear-). As Megatron calmly steps forward whilst speaking-

“Because, keeping you around now, especially with your foolishly revealed knowledge, will grant the Decepticons all the resources to assure our victory. You really didn’t think I would let you go after you showed how valuable you are now did you, My dear second?”

Megatron mocked and smiled wider as Starscreams eyes glowed in anger- (though there is something off in his optic’s- aren’t his optics supposed to be red…? I do not remember it being Maroon-)

Before he straightened up and bowed stiffly “Then I am sorry for waisting your time..my..lord” Starscream hissed out the title as if its an insult (and with how much venom he snarled out, it might as well be)

The seeker straightened up and petulantly grumbled out an “Please excuse me….” And Megatron watched Starscream scuttle away, not even bothering to hide his amusement at Starscreams obvious frustration and disbelief

(Foolish Seeker, did you really think he would let something of his go so easily? Especially one that has such knowledge?)

Megatron smiled and looked at the camera “Shockwave, make sure to keep an optic on Starscream, it would seem our Seeker has been..hiding some important secrets from us” the lens of the camera blinked at Megatron in agreement.

The leader smiled and walked back to his quarters, it would seem that some of his plans related to a certain seeker would need some…adjustment’s

#Welp #this took forever #Have fun with Megatron being Creepy lolol #Someone get Maroon out of here #He did not account for this #my writing #starscream #tfa starscream #tfa megatron #megastar #?#implied ish?

16 notes · View notes