#and skybound. blinking cutely

[legogender]

i knowwww theyll just end jays arc w it getting its memories back and getting back w nya but i think this cld be such a good opportunity to explore their relationship in a deeper way

[justordinarygirl]

Skybound!Starcream x Yandere!reader

I love him so much. wanna just...ok, dont mind... !Skybound spoilers!

He was beautiful.

He marveled at his dazzling beauty when he first appeared. His eyes burned like wildfire, his every movement was so precise, so light, his flight through the sky seemed like a dance, if only he hadn't grinded human bodies in his huge metal palms with that very lightness. Not that this brutality spoiled him in any way. The splattering of people's blood seemed to freeze in the air as if in slow motion, and it seemed as if the petals of red roses were flying all around him. The monstrous screams of real terror of the crowd and deafening gun shots paled before his voice, his maniacal laughter. He appeared before mankind as a true angel of death.

He remained something unimaginable even after the betrayal of his brothers, a small, quick, and extremely violent rebellion. The other grouping had not had time to clean up the robot's unconscious body, and now he hung on chains, in a secret base underground, away from the prying eyes of others. Hanging without legs and one optic, with a haggard look, so defenseless he was still deadly at the same time.

It wasn't easy to bring the fighter to its senses, it couldn't be handled like a normal machine, but the effort was worth it. Of course, for the sake of general safety, his vision is limited and the chains are pulled tighter around, causing him to cling to even more attention. How cute he is, waking up in an unknown place, seeing nothing and unable to move. Adorable. Then shouts and a wave of questions, demands, assurances, threats. Everything but a hint of neutral, not even kind, words came out of his mouth. Like a sharpened blade, always ready to plunge into another's flesh. He'd promised to contact his own, but it was worth reminding him, oh, sweet warrior, who left you in this condition? Would they not come here just to finish their business? And the rage was replaced by a much quieter anger. Is it possible to wait long enough to speak of its beauty? Perhaps this task is easy for those ignorant enough to fail to recognize art. How dare they attack you after your labors and patience? How could they betray and mob you and tear you apart like a stranger? And even after that, you got up from your knees, said you dared not surrender, even offered compromises, but you did not run away, stood your ground and fell so honorably. You were perfect.

His wings twitch, trying to move, but patting the wall behind him with a clatter. Fantastic. A proud creature. Forgetting revenge and anger, he praises himself without the slightest bit of embarrassment and says his name in passing, along with words of power and conquest. Beautiful, sonorous, pleasing to the ear and tongue.

Starscream.

He doesn't think to stop, continues in his blinded and shackled state to utter insults in the direction of all those who dare to be against him, almost tearing his voice from his tirade about the unworthy and weak that have only miraculously lived millions of years on par with all the powerful individuals of their faction.

Millions of years, one wonders… and for such creatures to live so long, the luck for a human to live a hundred years is no more than a joke, a blink of an eye. And is it possible that at least the long decades of loyalty and patience for humans would one day be allowed to freely approach and leave a fleeting kiss on those lips that love to stretch in a cruel grin? It's a senseless and utterly stupid idea for sure, but for the sake of a ghostly chance one is willing to take a risk. To save him, to fix him, to help spread his wings again. And kiss.

Oh, Lord, if you hear my prayer, grant me the opportunity for just one fleeting kiss.

[chaiandtakkar]

Whispers beneath the stars

Chapter 7

December, 1998, Bangalore

Khushi tapped her fingers idly on the keyboard, eyes flickering back and forth between the chat window and the door to the cyber cafe. Skybound was late again, probably off saving some metaphorical damsel in distress or rescuing a kingdom from peril. She chuckled to herself, picturing him as some gallant knight, and the thought made her smile.

At last, the unmistakable chime rang out from her screen.

Skybound: Guess who survived the dragon attack?

She grinned, her fingers flying across the keyboard.

OceonBreeze: Barely, I’m sure. What took you so long, Sir Knight? The dragon too big to handle this time?

Skybound: Actually, this one had three heads. Took a bit longer than I expected. But I couldn’t leave you hanging, could I?

Khushi laughed softly. There was something about the way Skybound wrote that always made her feel like she was part of something more adventurous, something magical, even when all she was really doing was sitting in a tiny cubicle in a Bangalore cyber cafe.

She hesitated for a moment, then decided to share her news. After all, she had been holding onto it all day, waiting to tell him.

OceonBreeze: So… something happened today.

The little icon showed that he was typing. Then it stopped. Then started again.

Skybound: Oh? You slayed a dragon without me? I thought we had an agreement on those.

She rolled her eyes but smiled.

OceonBreeze: No, no dragon. I… I got a Hallmark card.

The response didn’t come right away. She watched the screen, expecting his quick-witted banter, but the chat window stayed still. The pause felt strange, heavy.

Finally, his reply came through.

Skybound: A Hallmark card? From… who?

She smiled, remembering the shy smile of her class senior as he slipped it into her bag during lunch break. It was cute, in a way, innocent even. But now that she was typing it out, it felt a little odd to be sharing this moment with Skybound. Maybe because he was her closest confidant, and she hadn’t imagined someone else entering that space.

OceonBreeze: Just this boy from school. A class senior. I think he has a little crush on me.

There was silence again. The usual playfulness in his responses seemed to have dulled, his words slower than usual.

Skybound: Oh. A little crush, huh? That’s… nice.

She frowned slightly. That wasn’t what she expected. Normally, he would tease her mercilessly, make some joke about love letters and how she was now the queen of hearts. Instead, there was a long pause, like he was choosing each word carefully, which wasn’t his style.

OceonBreeze: Yeah, it’s kinda sweet. He just slipped it in my bag. The usual cheesy stuff, you know? Something like ‘You light up my world’ or whatever.

Skybound: And… do you like him?

Khushi blinked at the screen, confused. Why was he asking that? She wasn’t sure what he was getting at.

OceonBreeze: No, not like that. It’s just a harmless little thing. A bit silly, really.

This time, the silence stretched on longer than before. She could almost feel him wrestling with something on the other side of the screen. His usual playful tone was absent, and it made her uneasy. She could feel the weight of each keystroke he was typing. It was as if he was fighting his own battle—one that was deeper, quieter, and far more personal.

Skybound: Well… as long as it’s silly.

There was a heaviness in his words now, a quiet tension that hadn’t been there before. Khushi found herself wishing he’d just say whatever was weighing on him, yet she hesitated, unsure if she should push. Skybound was her escape, her confidant—the one person who made her feel truly understood. She couldn’t risk unraveling that fragile connection. His response fell flat, dimming the spark of excitement she'd felt moments ago. This wasn’t like him. He was always the one to lift her spirits, to spin the most ordinary moments into something magical.

She sighed and typed, trying to coax a little more joy back into the conversation.

OceonBreeze: Come on, you’re not going to make fun of him? Where’s your sense of humor?

There was a longer pause, and then a small joke came through, but it lacked the spark she was used to.

Skybound: Just trying to keep my sword sharp in case this Hallmark guy tries to steal my spot as your knight in shining armor.

She laughed, relieved to hear the return of his playful tone.

OceonBreeze: Trust me, no one could ever take your place. Not even a Hallmark card-wielding senior. You’re the one who slays dragons, remember?

There was a pause, but this time it felt lighter, as though he was mulling something over, and then the words came through.

Skybound: Good to know. Because I think I’m irreplaceable. But seriously, if Hallmark guy pulls out all the stops, I’m ready to duel.

Her fingers hovered over the keyboard, her smile softening. There was something about Skybound that always put her at ease, even when the conversation dipped into more serious waters. But tonight, beneath the jokes, there was a subtle tension, something unsaid that made her wonder.

OceonBreeze: You’d win, hands down. No contest.

Skybound: Glad to hear it. But just in case, I’m practicing my sword fighting on the side.

She laughed again, her earlier nerves slowly dissipating. The teasing, the jokes, this was what she loved most about Skybound. But tonight, even with the lighthearted exchanges, she couldn’t shake the feeling that there was something more lingering between the lines.

OceonBreeze: So… about that dragon. Did it really have three heads?

Skybound: It did. And you know what? None of them were as terrifying as hearing about this Hallmark guy.

There was humor in his response, but also a quiet undertone of something deeper. Khushi found herself staring at the screen, wondering if maybe, just maybe, Skybound wasn’t as invincible as he always made himself out to be.

OceonBreeze: Don’t worry, I’ll save the next dragon-slaying for you. No Hallmark guy could ever take your place.

His reply came quickly this time, but with a lingering warmth that stayed with her long after she logged off.

Skybound: Deal. You’re my favorite damsel in distress, after all.

And for the first time, Khushi wondered if maybe, just maybe, she wasn’t the only one who had found respite in their weekly chats.

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