#and once Dreadwing went to bed

[sunrisecaminus]

How is it like to date them (Deception) headcanon

Message - I will only do five characters at a time for Headcanons so I just chose a bunch of different Decepticons that would be good for this.

Megatron/Dreadwing/Starscream/Airachnid/Soundwave x Reader SFW

Summary - Headcanons of the human dating a bunch of the Decepticons.

Warning - None

Megatron Dating this mech could be a blessing and a curse at the same time. He would love and cherish you, forcing others to respect your presence. On the other hand, he is an angry beast that can do idiotic things without your knowledge. Would he ever yell at you? Only if you did something that could hurt you. He does not want his girlfriend damaged in anyway and whoever hurt his love will be murdered in front of everyone. If you ever saved him from death, but caused yourself to get hurt in the process, yeah no he is still going to be mad at you for saving his life. He does not care if he was going to join the Allspark, Megatron will be very protective of you. Friends? Only you can be friends with the people on the ship. If you had friends outside the faction, sorry you will never see them again. Maybe if you got a bit closure to Megs, you could call and skype the friends that are not Decepticons, but he will hate them. Him on a daily basis would be getting loved on, watching him yell at people for failing, and than getting loved on again after the whole event went down. If you are dating Megs, you have to be friends with Soundwave. Soundwave respects Megatron and if Megatron sees someone as family, the third in command will treat you as he would with Megs. Though Starscream would probably get on your nerves every week, might have to tell Megs to control his second or some help you Primus. Dates would be either in Megatron's birth or on top of the ship looking at the stars while talking. Megatron when he is not being a warlord is quite a lovely man. He loves to show you things that others haven't, don't get me started on gifts. One of is many love languages is gift giving, and will share you many shiny rocks and jewels. If you are a sweet soul, he will never let anyone touch you or interrupt you. If you are a fierce bratty bitch like him, than the whole ship is ready for Megatron #2.

Dreadwing He is very mature and gentle with you at all times. Even during your more touchy times, he will not lust over you in anyway. He is a romantic angel, wanting you to have your brightest moments. If you were sick, he would be there for everything. Need anything while he is on a mission? That mech would remember to grab it before he comes back every time. Dreadwing is a very traumatized bird and needs lovin, so please give him support when he needs it. He is the best when it comes to caring for your feelings and will pay attention to everything you have to say. Dates with him would be flying in the air or laying around on earth to talk. He would talk to you for hours if he wasn't so busy. Dreadwing loves holding you and feeling your soft body. He gets very flustered when you kiss him and will cherish those kisses forever. Don't get him wrong, he will fight anybody that seems to give you a problem, but if you don't want him to fight anybody, he will back down immediately. Telling you stories of him and his brother, showing pictures of his adventures is what you will hear a lot of the time. Your stories will be interesting to him, always asking you questions to understand what specifically happens in your stories. Going to bed with him is so warm, nuzzling you or massaging your back until you go to sleep. If you are really shy, he would talk very softly to help not make you scared. Oh and don't worry about him ever getting angry at you. His two emotions with you is either happy or sad. Anger is thrown out the window once you said yes to him being your boyfriend. You have a plane that will obey your every command, have fun.

Starscream Nah, he would make you his second if he became leader. Starscream would never lie to you, which could be funny sometimes if you see him flat out lying to someone about not wanting to kill Megatron when you know everything he told you a few hours ago about having a plan to assassinate him. Starscream will treat you like he would to himself, you are hot and very pretty to him. He loves to grab your hips with his servos and not let go unless you kissed him. If He notices you upset, he would want to know what happened as quickly as possible to help you fix the problem. Anybody that made you sad will having their life made into a living hell because Starscream may look like a pathetic bean in front of Megatron, but we can't forget how powerful he really could be. He is Starscream, the second in command of the Decepticon Army; This mech will make anybody wish they didn't harass his favorite person. Best dates with him is flying or taking naps. OH he is the best person to take a nap with. Starscream can find the best places to sleep and you could be in his arms for hours, just having your eyes closed and not thinking about anything except each other. If you were as sassy as he is, he would support you from behind whenever you are yelling at someone. If you were a shy person though, he would try to get your confidence level to increase a bit. Starscream is worried someone would manipulate you and use you when they pretended to be your friend. Yes he only worries this because he is very good at showing his friendly side when he wants something, but he knows others around him can do it to you and wants you to protect yourself when he isn't there. Finally feeling some empathy for someone, he wants you to never leave him…he doesn't want to let go the feeling of finally being loved.

Airachnid This freaking spider is the worse when it comes to you being friends with others. She wants you for herself and no one else. Want to be friends with Knockout or other soldiers? Nope! Never! She will either kidnap you before you become friends with them, or she will kill the soldier if they are too low ranked for Megatron to notice. Airachnid will remember all your favorite foods, animals, and toys. She would spoil you and buy everything you wished. Airachnid is pretty good at all dates; Best places for her is either her hive or somewhere around earth when it is dark. Get use to her scary the shit out of you sometimes, Airachnid loves to hear your little yelps or screams. No one would mess with you, no one wants to deal with Airachnid. Mostly it was because she did not care if Megatron gave her an order, she will do her own thing and kill any soldier without hesitation. Walking with her outside in the mountains would be always so nice to do with her. She understands when people want to leave the ship, it being so cramped and all. She would get angry at you, but only if you did things she told you not to do. If you both got a bit closure, Airachnid would be shocked if you purposely disobeyed her and needs you to explain yourself before she starts yelling. If anything happened, and it was your fault, she will still defend you. Even if the argument was a losing battle, she would yell at the person for even starting shit with her and her girlfriend/boyfriend.

Soundwave Get ready to either not have anything to do with him, or be with him for days without a break. Yes, he is the reason why the Decepticons haven't lost yet, no he will not quit his job just for you…he wants to though. Soundwave is good at dealing with a work life while also having a love life. He loves your kisses and hugs, Soundwave doesn't get as much love as you think he gets. His date nights would be in his birth room to watch movies, or eating somewhere outside. Yeah, his face would never be seen, but Soundwave likes to watch you play with Laserbeak. If you ever got bullied or harassed, the mech who picked on you would never be seen again…ever. Soundwave can see everything on the cameras. Soundwave would not let anybody treat you like a dog or an idiot, he would either tell Megatron to deal with them, or do it himself. He was your protective boyfriend, and nothing could get him to stop loving you. The second in command loves it when you show him drawings or your clothing. If you grab his attention and twirl around to show your clean outfit, he would secretly take a picture and save it into one of his folders. If Soundwave was ever stressed, he would go through the picture folder to look at images of you to motivate himself again. If you ever take a nap on his desk, just understand Soundwave will not let anyone be loud around you, as to not wake you up. If anyone woke you up from your nap, they would be sent to be killed by the Autobots on an obvious failing mission. He would save all your drawings in his drawers.

[elindae-writes]

i wouldnt blame dreadwing if he decided to lay down next to soundwave and join him in the "im physically cringing so hard my body doesnt even know how to react anymore besides shut down" club after seeing the current state of the mcprime decepticons

"dreadwing"

Dreadwing does not move from where he is lying on the floor. Dreadwing feels Megatron nudge him with the tip of his pede.

"dreadwing. help."

He cracks an optic open and looks up at his lord. Megatron is holding onto his own talon. There is smoke wafting up from it. "i burnt my servo on a george foreman grill"

Dreadwing shoots up to his pedes. "You what?"

"why is this so hard to understand"

"Why did you burn your servo on a grill?!"

"why not"

"MY LORD--"

Megatron waves his burnt servo around. "i enjoy starting my day by listening to the sweet sizzly fresh sound of bacon, okay? does that make me a sinner, dreadwing? i have to start a day of warlording the right way."

"My Lord, but how did you burn yourself?"

"it sizzled too loud and the loud noise made me spring up out of my bed and then i felt compelled to instinctively defend myself--"

"--from the bacon--?"

"--so i went to slap the intruder! but i slapped my grill instead!"

Dreadwing puts his faceplate in both his servos.

Megatron nods vigorously. "i went to slap my foe! but instead of slapping the intruder i slapped my george foreman 4-serving removable plate grill and panini press! god, is this not obvious?"

"Not in the slightest. Wait, was there an actual intruder?"

"it was soundwave." Megatron clears his throat. "well. assist me with my servo. i cannot go to knock out for assistance. he got angry at me for burning my pede the same way last time."

"This has happened before?!"

Megatron gestures vaguely. He blows cool air on his burnt servo. "i have been burnt many times. by both my grill and that archivist i dared to once call brother."

Sizzling noises echo through the Nemesis.

Megatron gasps. "intruder!"

[de-vee-l]

Music box: chapter 6 - Perfect

It was now a week since Antonina got on the ship. She was once again in Soundwave’s sanctum, working on dance movements. He, as usual, was working. Lazerbeak was sitting on a table beside the girl chirping something. It could be called some kind of idyll even.

The door opened and two ‘cons entered. Knockout and Breakdown were chatting about something about latest race red mech’s been to.

- Well, hello~ - Knockout purred.

- Hello, - Antonina said. Soundwave remained silent as usual.

- Hi, Tonya. Training again? - Breakdown asked, - Why do you always do this when we come? Don’t you have anything else to do?

- Well, it’s not like there are many things I can do on the ship, - the girl answered, - And I wouldn’t like to lose my skill while I’m here.

Knockout was telling Soundwave something about their searches for energon and running into autobots again, while the latter one was typing something on the keyboard in front of him and at the same time doing something with his tentacles with other two computers. He sure looked busy. After cherry ‘con finished his report they standed there in silence. Until Knockout speaked once again.

- You know, Soundwave, I heard it’s not nice for humans to stay in one place for too long. Especially, without any attention. How about we take her to our place until you finish your work?

The girl huffed. He was speaking of her as if she was some kind of dog that couldn’t live without it’s master’s attention. She wasn’t ever in need of it, especially from TIC. It’s not like there was something special when he even gave it to her. He just played music on his dynamics and she was supposed to dance. It was very rare to hear any word from him either, even in front of Megatron he would just nod usually.

- You know that Lord Megatron forbidded me from leaving this room or Soundwave’s quarters? - Antonina asked, crossing her arms.

- Come on, little one, what so bad can happen? - he laughed.

- If you always behave like this on your job, I’m surprised how you’re still alive.

- Knockout, I don’t think this is a good idea. What if he actually knows? - Breakdown nodded towards Soundwave hinting at certain abilities of certain someone.

- Well, I know, It’s not good to neglect the order of the big M. But I also know that he gave our human a little bit of freedom since she proved to be useful, - mech even showed how little it was with his digits, - If she won’t mess around, I’m sure, he won’t be that upset about it.

He then snatched the girl from the table and walked to the exit, his partner followed.

- Aren’t you going to at least wait for Soundwave’s answer? - she complained.

- Believe me, if he was against it, he would let us know - as cherry ‘con said it the door shut behind them.

But just in the next second it made a sound again. Tonya turned back to see that Lazerbeak followed after them.

Very soon they arrived at another room. It appeared to be some kind of repair shop or for a human it looked rather similar to a torture chamber with all these creepy devices, drulls and saws.

- Welcome to my domain! - the sport car exclaimed.

- Nice... - Antonina said hesitatly, - What is this place?

- A med bay of course! - the truck laughed, - Don’t you humans have these too?

- We do, but they look different. And I doubt our doctors use buzz saws.

Breakdown chuckled as Knockout placed the girl on the table. Lazerbeak entered right after them and positioned himself near the human. Now she could take a good look at her surroundings. It was a spacious room full of different shelves and drawers, with boxes or sets of instrumets filling them. The desk was also full of tools, and of course, there was an alien computer there too. Tonya could briefly see entrance to another room. There were a few beds visible through the doorway, but she couldn’t make out much more.

- So... - the girl yawned, - You are a doctor?

- Yes, - Knockout replied, - Is it so surprising?

- Yes, sort of.

Antonina chose a good place near some box, where she could hide in case someone entered, sat down and bent in half, stretching again.

- Come, on! - Breakdown exclaimed, - Can you do at least a minute without doing this?

- Why? If you want to talk, go ahead. One thing doesn’t prevent another.

- Why do you even need to do this so often?

- Right, it’s not like your life depends on it, - Knockout added.

- Well, it actually does.

Then the door slid open. Antonina jumped from her place and hid behind the box. She heard Dreadwing’s voice:

- Knockout, Breakdown, there was a rockfall in one of energon mines, so be ready to take patients.

- Extracting rocks and dust out of every hole in Vehicons’ bodies? Again? - the red bot whined.

- Looks like it’ll be hell lot of work, - his friend sighed.

- Antonina, I saw you. Stop hiding, - Dreadwing said.

The girl came out of her hideout and welcomed him. She then turned to medics that were preparing their tools.

- So, chéri, you said that your life depends on training, - Knockout said without even turning to her, - How exactly?

- Well, - Tonya sat with her legs crossed, - All money I can get is stipend for good studying. It means I must have good grades in both ordinary school subjects, like math and literature, and in dancing lessons.

- And this is why you think you must be perfect in everything? - Breakdown asked, also continuing his work.

- Yes. Because, if I get bad grades I will be kicked out of academy, and will not have right to live in dormitory. So I’ll have nowhere else to live. And nothing to buy food on. So yes, my life pretty much depends on being perfect.

- Well, it’s not like you’ll have to worry about that anymore, - cherry bot purred.

Antonina frowned. She really didn’t want to think about it. But she knew she had to at least try to do something. She didn’t want to be trapped here for the rest of her life.

Noticing the human’s behavior, Lazerbeak moved closer and started chirping. When Soundwave decided to take her in, he searched through net for things that humans need for living and for something to control her behavior. There was also an article about sounds that they find calming, among which was bird chirping. This was supposed to work. But for some reason it didn’t. Antonina still looked very tired and troubled.

The girl put a hand on her head and breathed heavily.

- Are you alright? - Breakdown asked worried, - You don’t look so well today.

- Yes, it’s just... - Tonya sighed, - I really don’t feel good past few days. For some reason I’m always tired, and have headache or dizziness sometimes.

- Hm... that’s not a good sign, - he said deep in thought, - Maybe you should go out? I heard humans feel better when they have some fresh air?

- Yes, you’re right. Maybe that’s just what I need, - the girl was about to ask about permission to go out, when she was suddenly grabbed by the large servo.

- I will take her to the front deck. Proceed with preparations, - Dreadwing said before heading for the door.

Lazerbeak let out annoyed chirp and followed them. They walked through darkened hallways for quite a long time, as Tonya thought, but then they standed in from of a large door, and she was put down on the floor. Dreadwing typen something into the control pad, and familiar sound of unlocked door was heard. Antonina breathed in ready to take in some fresh oxygen she probably lacked all these days she had been on the ship.

Meanwhile Lazerbeak though that he should inform his master about their whereabouts, just in case. He send the message and stared at the opening door. But just one nanoclick later he got a respond.

“DON’T!”

Cold wind rushed into the hallway, kicking the last air from the girl’s lungs. How... How could she not think about this?

***

Antonina found herself in a familiar room. Why was it familiar though? Oh, right. It was hers. It was clean and nice, even though wallpaper and furniture was quite old, and the floor was creaky, with coming out planks. She sat on the bed and looked out of the window. Branches of a green tree that grew near it blocked the view, but she didn’t really care. What she cared about at the moment was... hunger. Yes, she was very hungry and endured it for too long already.

The girl opened the door and it felt like she went through portal to another world. Everything was messy, covered in filth and dust. It looked like she was the only one who at least cleaned after herself.

There was someone on the couch. When she came closer she saw a familiar picture. The woman was sleeping there in clearly uncomfortable position, with one arm laying on the floor. There was strong gross smell of alcohol.

- Well, nothing to catch here, - the girl said to herself and started looking around the living room, - Oh, there.

She sprinted joyfully like a kid to the bag near the wall. She opened it and started searching. Finally, she found a wallet. And a two thousand rubbles inside.

- Nice! - she commented.

- What are you doing, you little shit! - a familiar voice screamed. Tonya turned around to see her father. With the same alcohol smell surrounding him, - I told you what you get for stealing!

- But I’m hungry! - she tried to object, - I’ll just go buy groceries and cook something for us!

- Shut up!

The man punched her in the cheek. She held it feeling pain pulsing through her skin and teeth. She kinda even expected it.

- Be grateful that I didn’t throw you out yet! Always spending tonns of my money is not enough for you, little bitch, you also steal from me in the middle of the day! - he screamed.

- Maybe you would have more money if you didn’t get drunk like a pig every damn day?! - the girl answered.

The man stood frozen with a mask of anger on his face. But after a few moments he began to change. His skin was ripping apart and some gross black substance came out, his mouth stretched and teeth became sharp like ones of a shark, they came in several rows and were dripping with a giant amount of saliva. His eyes became glowing red. An awful monster standed before her and she suddenly felt like she was the smallest creature in the world. She started shaking violently expecting what will come after the roar that it made. The monster launched at her.

- Ah! - Antonina gasped when she finally woke up.

Breathing heavily she tried to snap out of it. Slowly she took in her surroundings. It was a bright white room filled with the orange light of setting sun. It was... infirmary? What in the world was she doing here? What happened to her? As she tried to sit up and recall the latest events, she heard a woman’s voice.

- Oh, you woke up! - she said and immediately approached her, - How do you feel? Does it hurt anywhere?

- I... feel sick, - Tonya slowly answered, - What happened?

- I hoped that you will tell me, - the nurse answered as she rushed off to get tools and medicine, - You were just laying in the yard unconscious. When we examined you we’ve found symptoms of the mountain sickness. Just what in the world happened to you?

Then Antonina tried to recall. Mountain sickness... it’s an illness that strikes mountain hikers. It’s mostly happens because of the lack of oxygen on great heights. Why would she have it?

Then it slowly started coming back to her. Giant robots, kidnapping, Soundwave. What the actual hell was that?! Was it only a dream? That would make it a quite vivid one. Tonya never thought that her imagination could go this wild. Yes, it totally was a dream. There is no way this would really happen. But that part with mountain sickness was still very unclear.

- So... how long do I have to be here? - the girl asked.

- As long as it takes to get you cured, - the nurse answered, - Luckily, you still have a week of holidays for this.

A week... Summer holiday was two weeks long. Something was off.

Antonina took her phone that was placed on the night stand and looked through notifications. Everything was from Cecile. All messages were like “you okay?”, “how’s holidays?” “are you dead?” “where is report?”

Report, right. Her roommate insisted on her leading some social life, so she made her make posts on social media every Saturday on usual time and every three days on holidays.

- “Wonder how far she would go in dancing if she was as strict to herself about it,” - Tonya thought.

Then one message caught her attention. It wasn’t even from unknown number. Instead of it there was just some strange code. And message itself was all like this.

- “Must be some glitch,” - she said in her mind.

- Hey, put that away, - the nurse said, - With headache and sickness it’s better not to use any devices for too long.

Antonina put the phone back on night stand and lied down.

[shelby77gt]

This is how it went - How Dreadwing was brought back to life.

"I was doing a patrol around my property when I found him. He was on the far end of my property so I never heard him crash land. I do remember feeling the ground shake the night before I found him. Which was the reason for my patrol." She began.

I have never seen anything like it. This giant blue and yellow robot is laying in the far corner of my land. I slow down the four wheeler I am driving and pull to a stop. I hop off and walk over to the machine. I slid my hand over the metal surface. It is cold to the touch. I walk around it and look the entire thing over. Has a lot of scraps and dents on the body. Something I knew I could fix up. I climb up on top of it and look it over. Its face frozen in shock. But no light shining though its eye sockets. The large hole in its chest is what made me shiver. Wires, cables, circuits all hanging out, sparks are still flying and its leaking coolant. Weird looking coolant. Blue like some coolant, but super bright. I wonder what it is. Hopefully I can find out. It looks like this robot lost a lot of it.

"I need to get the truck and trailer." I say to myself. I jump of the robot, hop on my four wheeler and race off the get my truck and trailer.

Not to much time later, I'm driving along the dirt trails to where the big bot lays. And of course he's still there. Not that I expected it to move. I have a 22 foot gooseneck trailer hooked up to my Dodge ram 2500 HD diesel pick up truck. My trailer has a winch with a 12,000lb rating line for pulling. I have no clue how much this thing weighs, but hopefully I can at least get most of it on the trailer. I'm gonna have fun pulling this thing back to the shop. I back up the trailer to the back of the bots head. Yeah this is going to be a lot more difficult that I thought it would be. I hope it doesn't weigh to much. I hope my truck can pull it. I pull out the winch and walk it to one side of the body. I hope this is long enough as well. I manage to get it under one arm and start to climb up and over. So far so good. I get under the other arm and start to try and hook it to the other side. and that's when it stops. Damn out of line. Looks like I'll have to improvise. I set the winch down and run to my truck and hop in the bed. I open my tool box and grab a heavy duty ratchet strap. I run back over and hook one end to the end of the line for the winch, then get it hooked to the other side.

I synch the ratchet strap as tight as I can get it. Now for the moment of truth. I run up to the controls and start to bring the winch back in. Once it gets pulled straight and tight, it starts to slow down. There is so much weight, its struggling to pull it. That just tells me its over 12000 pounds. I figured that much, givin his size. I decide to get in the truck and back the trailer up as the winch pulls in. I have controls in the cab so I am able to multi task. I put it in reverse and start going back. Its going easier now. The trailer is starting to go under the robots head. I know my trailer can hold a lot of weight. But I don't know if it can with this much. The head is lifting onto the trailer. This is a good sign. Its arms are sort of spread out from how I have the winch line wrapped around it. At least I know it won't break. At least I hope.

I soon get the head on it starts to go a little smoother and the body is starting to climb. He is as wide as the trailer. But I get him most of the way on. His legs dangle off about 6-7 feet. I hope when I start driving forward nothing come unattached. I jump out of my truck and get out some more ratchet straps to strap it down. Now I've done tons of jobs ratcheting or chaining down equipment. So this should be easy right? Boy was I wrong. I didn't want to use chains , so not to mess of the head. I throw the first ratchet strap over. Its shoulders hang off the sides about 3-5 feet.  I have to climb underneath it to hook it to the trailer. Same on the other side. luckily I have long enough straps. They are heavy duty ones and long ones I collected from my time in the military.  Once I have that finished, its time to see if I can move it. I look around and think if there is something I can do to help me move it better. This is not going to be easy at all. The way back to my shop, luckily is flat, but its uneven ground and there is a lot of trees and stuff in the way. Oh I wish I had some help.

*time skip though the boring hard part of moving Dreadwing*

My shop has garage doors on each side. One side is towards my land and the other is next to my house and driveway. Making it easy for me to just pull though and out the other side. It is going to be a tight fit for the bot. I had to clear out everything that could be moved and that I didn't need to work on him. I drove in pull right up until it's feet were just inside so I could close the garage door. I quickly unstrapped him. Slowly took the winch off as to not scratch his paint. Even though it did do some damage, I'm not worried, I know I can fix it. I slowly pull the trailer out from underneath My trailer starts to lift up in the front from the weight of it sliding towards the end. Next thing I know the back end of my truck starts to lift up as well. So I decide to just slam on the gas and pull out as fast as I can. The head made a loud slam onto the ground and my trailer and back end of my truck bounced down. Looking over my trailer and truck, my trailer's gooseneck is now bent pretty bad and the fifth wheel on my truck is practically torn off of my truck. That's gonna be fun to fix.

For now I'm not going to worry about my truck or trailer. I can still drive my truck and that's all the matters at the moment. I know I'm going to need it to get parts. As long as I can get the fifth wheel out, I think I'll be good. I walk over to the large robot and take in all the work that I was going to need to do. Its a good thing I'm an engineer. Or this would be very difficult.

Before I even started to work on the robot, I needed to draw up designs and get parts. With my engineering back round from my time in the military, I start to try and come up with something to power the giant. This process took me about a month and a half. The next month was building it. It was not easy. I don't know how many nights I spent awake on top of the giant. Just measuring and sizing and testing different materials.

I didn't realize how much time had gone by after I completed the power source and buffing and cleaning the bot. It was over two months. The first time I decided I should probably take a break, like a real break. I'm surprised I haven't starved myself this whole time. When I'm getting into a project, its really hard for me to focus on anything else. I walk out of the shop and trudge over into my house. It used to be my family's home. I inherited it, after my parents died about 2 years ago. But I didn't actually move in until last year. I still had time left in the military at their time of death.

I make myself a quick sandwich and grab a root beer and head back out to the shop to keep working. I finish my sandwich, take a drink, then grab a cigarette. I look over my notes while I smoke. I got some welding to do yet and connecting of the wires to the power source yet to finish and that won't be easy. The welding is the last thing on my list to do. I just hope I still know how to. I haven't welded in awhile. I'm going to have to practice on some old metal first. This giant is going to look perfect. At least to me it will. I ain't got no one to show him off too.

I think I'm going to say its a he. He's got the facial features and body type as one. So its a male. I wonder what I should name him. I think I'll decide that later after I get him working again. If I get him working. I sure hope this power source works.

I finish up my cigarette and get back to work. I grab my safety goggles and gloves. Then I grab the tools I need and climb up on top of the giant. I quickly get to work. I don't know how many times I get shocked or stabbed or poked or something while working on this beast. All joining with the scars I already have.

Then about 3-4 weeks later, I finish the last of my welding. I attach two sets of heavy duty jumper cables to the power source of him. Then I hook the other end to my mainframe. the place of all my power to generate enough electricity to start the robot. I grab the main lever and pull it down.

Light shines bright, sparks fly, shielding my eyes as to not get blinded.

The next thing I know. The giant machine is sitting up in front of me. Moving its head around and arms. Looking at himself. He then starts to look around and spots me.

"The rest is us getting to know one another. Learning each others names. He got mad at me a few times because he didn't have his weapons and couldn't transform. I worked hard on him. But I had no idea that he was going to be a transforming Decepticon." She finishes her story.

Everyone looked at her in awe. Unsure what to say. They defiantly have questions, but none of them knew where to start. Ratchet had stopped working on Dreadwing, so they could listen to the story. Everyone was sitting around Shelby on the ground. And Shelby was sitting on a bunch of boxes, to sit a little higher so everyone could see her. She looked over at Dreadwing, a smile on her face. He looks back at her, giving her a small smile and nod of thanks.

"How did you know what to do to try and bring him back?" Asks Raf, pushing his glasses up on his nose. Shelby looked down to him and smiled.

"Like I said about trying to build a power core, I used to be a engineer in the military. I could build anything I set my mind too. I developed a lot of new weapons for the military. And I had worked on some robots they we're attempting to build for the war. So I had a general idea of what to do. Hooking everything together was the hard part." She explained to them.

"So does he still have a spark or what?" Asked Miko looking over the blue and yellow con.

"Um I'm not sure I can explain that one." Shelby stated looking over at Ratchet.

This caused everyone else to look over at him. He had gone back to work. But when he heard his name, he looked back over. "As far as I can tell, his spark has seemed to fuse with the power source she built. I'm not sure how. But after giving him some energon. It seems not only will he need that to survive but he will need to somehow keep his core charged. I'm sure Shelby will know how to do that." He explained. It seemed to make sense to the Autobots and Shelby. But the kids still looked confused.

"I'm going to need a big battery." Shelby states staring up at Dreadwing.

[imagine-the-energon]

The "flirt fights" between Dreadwing and Autobot!s/o got me blushing hard when I found it in tfp tags. If possible, would there be a part 2?

((Hi, my name is Ashley and I just tried to make a full on chapter out of this. No actual smut, sadly. That’s for a part 3 if there’s a request for it.))

PART 1

“Wait!” You called out as Dreadwing started to walk away, making everyone startle except you two. “He’ll offline you, you know that, right? Your honor demands vengeance, but is it worth getting killed long before you can even start the task?”

“Commander?” Smokescreen asked as you stepped away from the ranks, and Dreadwing turned.

“What would you know about honor and vengeance?” The ex-con finally asked.

“Because I lost my sister to Megatron, and I once had the exact same thoughts as you. I acted on them, and had Jazz and a few other sabetours not been there, he would’ve almost immediately offlined me. Please believe me when I say you won’t be online long enough to watch him offline if you continue this way.” You offered your servo, smiling at him hopefully. “Please, rethink this.”

When all of you had returned to the base, you were quick to explain, for the most part, why you were able to convince Dreadwing rather than Optimus. As expected, the humans gave you hell for it because they didn’t know Cybertronian customs, but everyone else…

You had to explain your spark had essentially chosen him as a mate, and vice versa. Apparently Dreadwing either didn’t care, or didn’t know about it, because he had all but locked himself in a spare berthroom as soon as everyone had gotten back. You weren’t really surprised. An enemy base is now your only chance to live? You’d kill yourself if you had to seek refuge on Nemesis.

When the briefing as over, you were quick to go to your berthroom, thankfully an entire hall away from the one Dreadwing had chosen. But yet, recharge didn’t let you rest easy, simply because no matter how many systems you shut down, you were still awake, spark pulling and insisting to see it’s mate again. Venting, you stood and slunk out of the room, cloaking device automatically turning on. You couldn’t get attached; he was an ex-con, after all.

Entering the code for the spare room – as it used to be a get-away room for you if you were compromised and didn’t want anyone to find you – the door slid open and you saw the mech look up, optics narrowing. He probably saw the glitch you’ve been unable to get out since the last time you two fought. “Why are you here?” he grumbled, turning away.

“I couldn’t recharge,” you simply said. “And I have a feeling you couldn’t either, even if you are in Omega Base 1.” He just glanced at you before staring at one of the view screens, showing the stars above. You stared at him, spark calm, and it made you angry. Why couldn’t it have been Bumblebee?

“Do you know?” He said suddenly, looking at you.

“Yes. Well, if you’re talking about our sparks, yes.” You were stumbling. You didn’t like it. Crossing your servos and shifting your hips, you raised a browplate at him. “Was that what you were talking about?”

“Yes. We cannot…” he paused, most likely looking for a word.

“Court?” You offered, rolling your optics. “Glad we’re on the same page then.” Your spark lurched again and it made you grimace. “Optimus will probably wish to speak to you tomorrow. Don’t let Magnus get to you; he’s just concerned for our younger members.”

Pushing off against the desk, you walked out of the room, spark all but tearing apart. You had to do this. You had to prove you were stronger than instincts.

You sat at the mouth of the cave as the rain poured, unable to take your optics off of the crater your Amica had willingly flown into. “He gave himself up so that others may return home.” You didn’t jump at his voice. Everything was just too… numb. “The war is truly over then.”

“There will be those who wish it to continue,” you mumbled, digits playing with your shin armor. “And rebuilding will take… centuries.” Without processing, you reached out through your Amica bond and winced back, curling deeper into your frame. Even when Optimus had been Orion, the bond had still been there. Now… it was just… gone.

The seeker settled down beside you, following your gaze. “I was wrong,” he finally said, tone quiet. “I joined the Decepticons to follow Skyquake. I believed that he would choose the best option for us, the most honorable one. Now I see that he was forced to discard those when Megatron set his sights on us. Optimus Prime was, in no doubt, a mech with high morales.” he then turned his gaze to you. “And he was right to choose you as a Commander.” Something in his voice made you swallow and turn towards him. “I was wrong… about everything.”

Shuttering your optics, you couldn’t think as your lip-plates brushed, sending sparks down your frame. Suddenly, you were being pressed against the ground, your hands dragging over the mech’s wings as he nibbled and sucked on your neck cables, making you gasp and moan. Everything came to a screeching halt, however, when you caught sight of the crater. In an instant, you pushed him back, shaking your head. You two already made your bed; you agreed not to court. “I’m sorry,” you muttered, gathering your senses and fleeing the cavern, heading towards the ruins of Iacon.

Rebuilding, so far, was going excellent. Those Decepticons wishing to help immediately flocked around Dreadwing, and so far, they hadn’t caused any incidents, for which you were grateful. Within 10 earth years, everything in Iacon was starting to look like it had before it was bombed, and you kept in contact with your human allies to the best of your abilities.

“So,” A now 24 year old Miko said, chin in hand as she smirked. “How’s your relationship with Seeks going?”

“We’re not in any type of work relationship outside of work, and that is only when workplace incidents happen,” you replied. You had fallen back into your old lawyer job easily, but there were days where you almost… missed the war. No, that wasn’t it…

You missed Dreadwing. You missed the surprise attacks, and always encountering him when you were scouting. You missed the days where neither one of you could bother to fight and just sat down and talked. He had stolen your spark, and you were too ashamed to admit it. Rumor was that there had been femmes asking to court him.

“And yet that expression says you want something more,” Miko pointed out, eyebrow raised pointedly. “Look, I was young, stupid and brash when I first met you guys, but you helped me open my eyes! I know, compared to humans, you guys live forever, but what you two have… find each other in the opposite faction, him being there almost every time you went out scouting, him willingly leaving his cause behind because of you… that’s something you will only find once. Don’t push it away just because you two fought a couple times.”

“It’s… not that simple Miko,” you said, finally and truly gazing at her. The pink highlights in her hair were gone, and she wore it loose and curly. Laugh lines decorated her face, making her look 34 instead of 24. Where had the impulsive 14 year old you had always saved gone? “This war… Almost everyone now was born into it, there abouts. I was one of the few who saw Cybertron in it’s Golden Age. I can tell, for certain, that Dreadwing was not. And he had a twin.” you shook your helm, spark aching. “It won’t work out like one of those stories you’re telling me about.”

“Because he had a twin?” Miko asked in disbelief.

“Cybertronian twins aren’t like human twins. Almost all of our twins are Split-Sparked; one being, two bodies. If one dies, the other will follow unless they’re determined to avenge their fallen half. If I were to court him, it would only be half-filling and twice as waning. We could not fully become Conjunx Endura; spouses.”

“Jack and I have known each other for 10 years, and we’re completely ok with not marrying. June and Fowler aren’t married, but they’ve been together for almost 14 years! You don’t have to marry to be happy. Cybertronians are different, I know, but surely that has to be similar, right?”

You pondered her words, digits resting lightly on your facials. “I suppose…” you started slowly. “A bond could form similar to an Endura bond, but not quite an Amica one. It has happened before… and we’d still get legal rights as a Bonded Couple…” Sparing a glance at the human, you grinned at her, hope igniting. “Thank you, Miko.”

The woman laughed and grinned herself. “Go get your mech,” she said before ending the call.

((Thank you for the ask, and I hope you like it!))

~~Ohma~~

[needs-to-stop-looking-at-valves]

Can you please do single dad headcannons for Tfp Dreadwing, like he finds an abandoned starving/sick sparkling and decides to take them in and raises them.

This is funny, because I actually REALLY saw Dreadwing as a sort of parental type figure.

He, at first, did not want to be responsible for them. AT all. He had been caring for his brother all his life, he did NOT need that pain ever again.

However, he’s the only one on the force who actually HAS experience with a sparkling, so it automatically becomes his department.

He’s very heavy handed and firm with them at first. He feeds them, keeps them out of trouble, not much else.

But then they give him just a little bit of compassion. The second they hold his servo, the second they offer him one of his snacks, he’s weak.

After that one bit of compassion, he’s a VERY doting parent. Constant and carefully crafted snacks, fun toys, and even berth time stories, if they so request it.

It started with one. Then two. Next thing you know, he has a whole flock of sparklings lining up single file behind him, like a bunch of little duckies.

Don’t ask him how, but he knows them all to a T. Their names (if they don’t have one, he will give them a proper name), their likes and dislikes, how much sleep they need, how they want to play, etc. It’s sort of amazing, how well he keeps track of it all.

He bonds a LOT with Soundwave over children. Soundwave even watches Dreadwing’s children when he needs a break. Both are very stubborn about it.

Dreadwing treats fems with a LITTLE more care than mechs. It’s not exactly a sex thing, its a Caminus thing (It’s a weird headcanon I have, send an ask if you want me to elaborate). He’s also MUCH more protective of them. MUCH more protective.

Dreadwing is very careful with fliers. He gives each one of them flying lessons, and is VERY careful with each and every one of them.

Bed time is just one big cuddle pile with all his little babies. He counts them all three times before bed, during bed, and in the morning. He’s a BIT of a mother hen.

For fems (or mechs) who wanna look extra pretty, he is VERY careful with make up and paint jobs. The second one of their little fems says ‘daddy made me look pretty!’, his spark melts.

Twins...make him feel very sullen. He loves them, but you can tell he gets a little sad when he sees them.

Each sparkling has a little blanket that he’s made by hand. Once a mech accidently tore one of their blankets. They suddenly went missing a week later, oddly enough.

He talks about Skyquake a lot. His sparklings see him as a role model for a proper mech, and it makes him proud.