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transformers-spike · 7 months ago

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AH IM SO SORRY. TY FOR LETTING ME KNOW THO, IM THE ONE THAT ASKED FOR THE TFP MEG X CYBERTRONIAN😭🙏

BUT YES IM FINE WITH OMEGAVERSE HUMAN HEAT CYCLE OR WTV ITS CALLED. TY🥹💕💕💕

No prob fam, I had fun making this because holy fuck I haven't been able to write anything wholesome with TFP Megatron in a long time.

You are a precious thing, gazing up at him with naive trust. What started off as a temporary experiment has turned into a unique pet project. Useless to the Decepticon cause, yet irreplaceable to him. You quietly sit in his lap during meetings, arching your back to meet the digit petting your helm as his commanders avert their optics from your tiny frame. The presence of his beloved pet on the Nemesis is disquieting to his troops, and he delights in their discomfort, savoring the jitters of their EM fields whenever they catch sight of you. Recently however, the soft pulse of unease has turned into a low but intrusive buzzing. The sweet smell of your arousal is unlike anything he’s ever experienced. In two meager cycles you've become a quivering mess, loins begging for friction. There's no denying it, you've reached your reproductive cycle. When he brushes a digit over your cheek, you're burning with desire, sheepishly avoiding his gaze as you struggle to contain your eagerness and avoid rubbing up against his servo.

Is this why the Autobots are fond of humanity? To indulge their sweet heat cycles? How many human mates has Optimus taken for himself? It seems as though their motives to protect the natives were never altruistic, much less noble.

When he strokes the wetness between your legs, you buck into him, euphoria carved into your soft features. He entertains your instincts, holds you down and frags you with a digit until you overload. The sounds you make are to offline for. He decides at that very moment you are worth the energon he's about to waste.

Mass displacement has seen its uses during the war, but the drawbacks among a shortening supply of energon has rendered it volatile and thoughtlessly wasteful. Yet, under these circumstances it proves more than necessary.

You are no Cybertronian, but the softness of your flesh renders your differences obsolete. The transfluid welcoming his spike sends a wave of charge down his spinal struts. You grip his servo, desperate for more than you can take.

“Eager for my spike, pet?” he purrs as he nuzzles your neck.

Your scent is endurable for his species, but he cannot deny its intoxicating properties. How many other humans have you mated with? He cannot imagine anyone resisting the sweetness of your loins. Your entrance struggles to take a spike of his size, and yet it swallows him with an eagerness he cannot bear to lose. It makes his spark radiate with pride.

The adoration in your optics sends a new jolt of charge to his member. You cup his face in your servos and kiss him harshly, scrambling to satisfy your all-consuming hunger, his sharp denta dangerously close to your lips.

He frags you slow and steady, savoring the noises you make as you desperately cling onto his frame, digits finding seams in his plating and burying themselves in the soft mesh of his protoform. A hiss loosens from his vocalizer, optics narrowing as the charge breaches his limits It takes all the entirety of his self-control to stop himself from destroying your poor human interface. Still, he frags you like never before, hard and fast, slamming his hips into you with enough force to bruise. You cry out, hardly an innocent party, clenching around him until your little body is full of his transfluid. When he pulls back, you’re shaking under him like a glitch mouse caught between a cybercat’s paws. It’s enough to pull the scarred corners of his lips into a smile. He reaches out a servo to languidly stroke your cheek, and he allows you to grab hold of it and place a tender kiss to his palm. His spike twitches inside of you, transfluid pooling between your legs. And yet, you haven’t stopped bucking against him. A squeak escapes your voice box when he wrenches you against him and buries himself up to the hilt. Evidently, one round isn’t enough for your kind; humans are no better than beasts in heat. But if you want to be bred, who is he to refuse? You grip onto him as though the Nemesis is about to crash.

On a purely biological level, you are completely incompatible. And yet, it doesn’t stop him from craving something more. A hypothetical seed he yearns to plant inside of your frame, one you will carry graciously, for you have lent him your very being.

Overload after overload, he has left you a shivering mess, servos balled up into fists as you fruitlessly attempt to steady your tremors. He smiles against your neck, servo forcefully keeping your thighs spread while his digits scoop up stray transfluid and stuff it back into your insatiable body.

#transformers x reader #transformers x human #transformers prime #megatron x reader #tfp megatron #valveplug #human heat cycles #omegaverse???

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spacelattae · 1 month ago

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Uh Jazzop Angst Teaser

One day I will make my baby Jazz happy. Today is not that day.

Jazz was a good friend.

That’s what he told himself, at least, every time he walked through the enormous golden palace that had once belonged to Sentinel Prime and was now being rebuilt for the autobot cause— in a more utilitarian, less obnoxiously opulent manner, of course. It now hosted a war room, a surveillance room, the armory had grown exponentially, it was ringed with tough walls, and Optimus was even trying to get the giant tower to expand upward and breach the surface so they could reclaim the land that was once lost to them.

But he hardly paid that any mind now, not when he was on a very secret and special mission that involved him sneaking through the shadows like a wraith and keeping his chatty nature on hold for just a moment. He prided himself on being decidedly stealthy when he needed to be, something Prowl had always hated him for because it made it so easy to play practical jokes on him whenever he wanted. Poor mech was probably traumatized, to be very honest.

But, well, there were no practical jokes to be played now, because Jazz was currently tailing Optimus Prime, the now-glorious leader of the Autobots, whose very presence sent a reverent silence sweeping over the halls he walked through.

And whose constantly frustratingly sad face was starting to actually piss Jazz off.

He kept his battlemask up more often than not now, Jazz noticed. But it wasn’t enough to hide the way his optics somehow seemed duller with every passing day, even with a t-cog and the Matrix of Leadership imbuing him with power beyond reckoning every waking moment. You would think the presence of these things would make a mech more alive, but no— Optimus Prime seemed more dead inside than Orion Pax ever had, even covered in soot and grime and weary and drained from hard work in the mines. Orion Pax had always had a smile on his face. Orion Pax’s optics were always full of laughter and life. Orion Pax had always retained a mischievous streak to rival Jazz’s own, and Jazz could not count the number of times they’d rolled together, breathless with laughter, over a silly series of shenanigans they’d gotten up to on one of their rare shifts off together.

Optimus Prime, although he was now larger and stronger and wiser, had not laughed since the moment D-16— no, Megatron— had left.

And, see, it was up to Jazz to change that! Always had been. Optimus had named him Second In Command, and Jazz would be damned if he didn’t live up to that important title. And look, one of his jobs— literally, in the job description— was keeping troop morale high, right? And… Optimus was one of the troops?

Jazz was just being a good friend here. His spark definitely did not skip a beat when he met Optimus Prime’s vivid blue optics, his plating did not shudder with heat and charge when Optimus placed a comforting servo on his shoulder, his cabling didn’t thrum to life when Optimus shot him one of his rare smiles. No. That wasn’t real.

…

It definitely wasn’t what Optimus needed right now, in any case! He didn’t need that whole burden on his already-burdened shoulders, that Jazz had been hopelessly in love with him for cycles even though he knew it could never happen because Orion Pax and D-16 were a pair that could never be separated. They were a match forged by Primus. They were Thing 1 and Thing 2. Hammer and nail. Gold and blue. What D-16 had that Jazz didn’t, he would never know; and he certainly would never forgive that idiot, dumbaft, stupid mech for having the entire world in the palm of his servos and then throwing it away like it was nothing. He had Orion, he’d always fragging had Orion, and he took it for granted. He. Left. When he could have had everything he ever could have wanted.

And now Optimus, dragging his pedes more and more the closer he got to his chambers as if he was running out of the willpower to keep himself going, was suffering for it. The thing was, maybe so was Jazz, because he didn’t know how much longer he could keep playing this twisted game of pretend anymore.

Jazz was a good friend.

Yeah, sure, but friends didn’t sneak through the halls in the middle of night to quietly knock on the heavy metal door to one’s berthroom, now did they? Friends didn’t lean in the doorway casually, sacrificing sleep to crack jokes that didn’t reflect the pain in their spark just to see a shadow of a smile on a face that was once always lit with laughter.

Friends didn’t know, intimately, how the other’s dermas always, without fail, tasted distinctly of salt and bitter tears.

“Jazz,” Optimus murmured against his dermas as he was swiftly dragged in through the doorway and promptly lunged in for a hungry kiss— because Jazz would take any part of Optimus he could get, even when it meant nothing at all. “Jazz, I thought we said not tonight.”

“You can’t fool me, Bossbot,” Jazz smirked with a bravado he didn’t feel as he looked up and traced the haggard lines of Optimus’s faceplates with optics he was grateful were hidden by his visor. Else perhaps Optimus would have seen the worry there, the concern, the pain, the sparkbreak. “I saw you in the War Room today. You were completely out of it.”

Optimus sighed, long and heavy, and let Jazz push him onto his berth so he sat on its edge, his large servos coming to rest at their usual comforting position at Jazz’s hips as he stood between the Prime’s powerful thighs. Slowly, Optimus let his helm dip forward and hit Jazz’s right shoulder with a heavy clunk, his entire frame sagging with it. Instinctively, Jazz reached up to cradle the back of Optimus’s helm, tracing the intricate grooves there.

“That obvious?” the Prime mumbled, his deep voice reverberating through Jazz’s frame, and Jazz let out a quiet laugh.

“A little,” he chuckled, to which Optimus turned his helm so he was frowning at Jazz with a disapproving look. “Well. Obvious to me. Your optic color was a hex-code too off for it to be normal.”

And then Jazz immediately wanted to shoot himself in the mouth, because seriously what kind of just-friend notices that kind of stuff and okay now I’m busted and he’s going to be so suspicious and—

But Optimus just looked at him with optics that were too-soft, his face without his battlemask looking so much like the old Orion Pax with the constantly-upturned dermas Jazz’s spark ached. “Only you would notice that,” he smiled, amused, and yes, score, that was GREAT. “You’re far too perceptive to let me get away with things. It’s why you are a wonderful Second.”

Jazz’s spark swelled and sputtered out in the same few klicks.

“So,” Jazz coughed, trying to hide the way he was flushing brighter with every passing moment, “what was it this time, glorious leader?”

And although Jazz was sure he knew what Optimus was going to say, and although he knew that the smile would fade and his face would fall, that didn’t make it sting any less when Optimus turned his face away, his optics dulling again sadly.

“We saw him today,” he murmured, seemingly oblivious to how every word was a stab to Jazz’s very spark. “D— I mean. Megatron. On patrol. He shot at Bluestreak, even when we told him we meant no aggression.”

“Hm,” Jazz made a small noise in the back of his throat, wondering why he’d never put two and two together that this was probably why Bluestreak had been in the infirmary for the past couple of hours. But Optimus hadn’t reported it, or anything— so no one had any reason to assume. He was sure the Prime read the question flashing in his visitor before Jazz had the chance to ask it, however.

“It was an interaction of little consequence,” he murmured hurriedly. “I just… I didn’t know what to make of it. He shot Bluestreak, and when I cried out, he— I don’t know. He seemed to let it go. He let us go.”

Jazz didn’t know what to say to this, but he could feel the pain lashing out from Optimus’s usually-tight EM field, he could see the absolute sadness in his optics, he could feel the pain emanating from every cable in his entire being. And so Jazz said nothing, just cradled Optimus’s face in both his servos and looked right into his optics, tilting his helm.

“Do you want to forget it?” Jazz asked quietly, his voice rasping an octave deeper as he watched the Prime’s optics dilate, just the slightest bit.

Optimus had never said no— not after the first time Jazz had assured his shaking and crying form it was alright with him. He didn’t mind.

Jazz was a good friend.

And so when Optimus whispered a soft: “yes,” Jazz did not hesitate before dipping his helm down and capturing those soft dermas again with a gentle, brushing kiss, this one just a feather-light touch in the beginning before Optimus’s servo snaked to the back of Jazz’s helm and pulled him in deeper. Unbidden, Jazz flicked his visor back, something he reserved for only those he trusted the very most, with every corner of his spark— and who better than Optimus, who had laughed with him and looked out for him since the very beginning? Whose spark was so pure Primus himself saw it fit to bless him as one of his chosen? Who was as kind and gentle as he was strong, who never lost his temper and who handled the bots around him with a sound processor?

And, moreover— he knew Optimus liked it this way.

After all, D-16 never had a visor, did he?

Even after countless nights of this same routine, Optimus was still as gentle with him as he’d always been, asking softly before hooking a strong servo around Jazz’s waist to pull him into his lap, their frames sparking with charge.

Salt. Jazz tasted salt again, and before he knew it, his lips were traveling down to Optimus’s neck cabling, drawing precious gasps and ragged vents from his powerful frame. To say Optimus Prime throwing his helm back and moaning from Jazz’s skilled tongue was an understatement— nipping at his neck cabling and feeling him writhe was close to Jazz’s favorite thing in all of Cybertron.

“Focus on me,” he murmured as Optimus shuddered with optics shut in pleasure, holding Jazz gently, close, as if afraid he would break. Or as if pretending his frame was a little broader, a little bulkier, a little more silver. “Focus on me, Optimus Prime.”

“I can make you forget.”

Now if only there was a way for Jazz to forget the steady, painful pulsing of his own spark reminding him that, as always, this was just a little game of pretend, and the morning would come as it always did.

With Jazz in Second, as he always was.

#jazzop #jazz #optimus prime #transformers #transformers one #i should be sleeping #but instead i write jazzop angst #this is the reward you lot get for following me on tumblr #should i do comissions ive found i cannot sleep without writing SOMETHING the parasites in me say no #lmk

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rabotimagines · 2 months ago

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"Pet names" pt5 GN BOT Reader + Tracks, Red Alert, Beachcomber, Omega Supreme, Smokescreen,

Summary: Reader has become partial to using human pet names for everyone.

G1 characters: Tracks, Red Alert, Beachcomber, Omega Supreme, Smokescreen,

Genre/Theme: Platonic with light crush hints here and there

Pronouns: You, Your, Yours

Notes: Beachcomber says "Mech" when talking to Reader but in a gender sorta way like how people say "Man" sometimes (His stoner vibes are peak I love him), Cybertronian Reader, Reader is around Ironhides age so older in mind

"Sweetspark, do you really need to be rinsing again? Blasters waiting for you so you can both go on patrol." You boldly say because you have absolutely no taste for Tracks perfect finish or a competent sense of style!

When he properly registers your words, Tracks cycles his optics and turns the solvent off. "I beg your pardon- what did you just say?" Because he must have misheard you over the solvent.

But you oh so boldly yet again, just continue to lean your frame against the shower entrance. "Sweetspark, you're already shiny enough for any night on the town. And your patrol buddy was worried you'd fallen in the showers. Are you ready to go?" Tracks wings fan high, and he has to force them back down with a scoff. All before he shoves himself past you to go find Blaster. He promptly ignores your field, trying to brush him on his way out.

Tracks is almost impressed by the gall you have to do what you do. Almost. But every time a name, or the touch of your perverse em field comes his way, his plating bristles, and his wings fan up. Tracks has to soothe it back down and readjust his wings before anyone can notice. If only you'd keep your sparkdamn mouth shut! Tracks can't be showing his beautiful frame off for everyone to see when you constantly have his plating fluffing the wrong way! He huffs and puffs and tells you to take your flirting where it's wanted.... away from Tracks! (Sparkdamn Blaster for actually entertaining your bothersome behavior!)

Tracks rightfully seethes, but eventually, loath as he would admit to his past self, your pet names eventuality become- acceptable... to a degree. As long as you're using none of the drab ones for his stunning self. He is, in fact, "gorgeous" and "beautiful" and Tracks is more than certainly "Darling." Now, Tracks never needed to be told any of those things (he was more than aware of his own grandiose). Though on the contrary, it was quite gratifying to be reminded of one's worth. So, Tracks begins to graciously accept the verbal praise. Tracks scoffs when the other Autobots try to claim your lionizing him. You were doing nothing of the sort! You were merely treating Tracks exactly how he should be.

Red Alert is trying to stop a full frazzled breakdown caused by his glitch hiking his sensors higher and higher. How could they have left the entrance open!? Anyone could have come in! Any of Soundwaves cassettes would have a field day here! Your expression does not change under Red Alert's panic. "Babe, it's okay. We're sweeping the area. If there's something there, we'll find it. Just take a vent first. You'll do better finding anything if you don't blow a fuse."

Oh, that's rich! Red Alert turns towards you, fully ready to snap, but then his processor catches up to him. And his whole building panic crumbles at the very abrupt wall his logic center had just smacked into. "Babe?" Red Alert can't not ask because what did you just call him?

You met his gaze and smiled gently. "Yes, babe, you'll do better finding any breaches if you calm down first." And something warm makes Red Alert jolt backwards, and what was that? That's your em field! Your em field was touching him! Your actions are so completely out of left field that his processor struggles to catch up to himself.

Red Alert doesn't know how he's supposed to compartmentalize your new actions! You were already in his business before- now your em field is petting him! It makes Red Alert jump, and he needs you to stop greeting him that way! He couldn't focus on keeping you all safe from the Decepticons if his processor lagged after every interaction with you! Red Alert did not want to be distracted when you called him "pet names" while he was trying to calculate the odds of The Ark exploding! (Red Alert didn't care if Inferno liked it. He's putting Inferno between the both of you then!)

As much as he loathed to admit it, your em field did seem to have a sort of grounding effect on his processor. It would pull him back to wherever he was and make it easier for him to focus on the twenty problems that actually needed to be rectified immediately. And that let him put the thirty would be problems away for later in his processor. Red Alert needed to deal with the now problems because the longer he was standing here being pet by your em field. The less time he had for those twenty current security breaches! He's leaving right now to close those breaches! Do not follow him he can't keep being distracted. No, you don't need to know why you're suddenly being requested to accompany Red Alert more often on shifts when you're available! It's a matter of Ark security.

"Wow now, careful mech." Beachcomber doesn't hesitate to grab a portion of the stack of datapads that risked toppling right out of your servos. The load he takes makes you stand the way you were supposed to be. Instead of like you were about to take a mean tumble down right in front of him.

You huff and readjust the other half of the datapads he'd left you with. "Ah- Thanks angel, much appreciated." Angel? You smile at Beachcomber and- oh hello there? Your em field brushes very nice against Beachcombers arm. The plating there puffing and relaxing under the warm feel of it. And it makes the rest of him wanna slack at the touch.

So he does just that. Letting his plating loosen further then it already had been. Letting the bit of warmth you were offering him seep up against his struts. Beachcomber offers you an easy smile back. "Anytime mech."

Beachcomber basically thinks it's a one-time thing since he helped you out when you'd needed it. But he's pleasantly surprised when it's apparently your new earthly habit. Beachcomber is with it from the start. It's not like he's gotten any sweet words or sweet touches quite like yours in a long time. Beachcomber knows how probably fleeting your guys' shared time on this beautiful planet would be in the grand scheme of things. In the grand scheme of this war. So Beachcomber makes sure to enjoy the little quality moments you're oh so willing to provide and share with little ol' him.

You'll be seeing him more often after battles the longer you're still on earth. Casually greeting you for a smile, a name, and the touch of your em field. And Beachcomber will make a point to say it afterwards- But he's glad you stuck around when he lingered from the destruction left after the electrum incident. You didn't say much to each other, but you stayed with your em field resting against his frame like you were all but leaning against him. After that, Beachcomber tries to share the joy a bit back with you. A "babe" or "baby" when Beachcomber sees you and his em field brushing back against yours. Or even pushing out against your frame first if he spots you before you spot him. Beachcomber thinks you do plenty for them and him, so he thinks he should keep doing what he's doing for you.

"Thanks for the ride, baby." You pat Omega Supreme's armor after exiting the travel portion of his alt mode. Omega merely shuts his shuttle door closed with a click.

"... I am not a baby." Omega does not feel anger over the casual insult you'd abruptly called him. He is, however, confused considering the context.

"Ah- it's a pet name, love. I'm not insulting you, the opposite, actually." You lean against the shuttle portion of his alt mode. The back of your servo brushes against the shell of his armor. And what he lately registers as your em field, fans over what portions of his armor you can reach. Omega's plating twitches over the warmth that drags along it, and he has to dismiss the immediate urge to lean away. Firstly, because you were not in any way a threat to Omega. Secondly, because he was in his alt mode and he would not be able to do that without shifting into root mode.

Omega Supreme feels- he's not sure what he feels, but he is aware he feels... something. Which considering his past and the unconsensual modification done to his personality module, he's surprised whatever he feels about it is as... solid as it is. No Omega was not completely void of emotion, far from it. Rather, some emotional outputs were now much less common in his frame than... others. And the soft but still present warmth he would feel when you would interact with him in this manner- was not one Omega had felt since before the modification.

Omega Supreme has the very strong urge to evacuate the area when you begin acting the way that causes it. His plating wanting to shift as if his own frame were... uncomfortable. He does not flee, however. You still were not a legitimate threat to him in any way. The longer you persist in your actions, the longer the warmth is no longer as... unpleasant as before. Omega allows the affections, but he does not allow himself to fall victim to the comforted urge to also relax around it. Omega would not allow himself to be harmed twice over. (He, however, finds himself keeping an optic out for your frame on the battlefield. Because it will not happen again. Omega will not allow it to.)

"Read 'em and weep, sugar." You drop your full house of metal made cards on the table in front of Smokescreeen, and he clicks his glossia at the sight. He doesn't let his foul mood linger for more than a nano-klick on his faceplate though. He wanted to see how you were settling in on the planet after all. He couldn't scare you away with a negative mood. Smokescreen slides you the polish he'd been betting across the table towards you. Preparing to congratulate you with a well worded compliment.

Only Smokescreen stops when he actually comprehends what you'd just said. Your servo reaches out to meet him halfway, and you lean forward. "What's the matter, Doll? Cybercat, got your glossia?" Your em field brushes warm across the Autobot symbol on his chassis, and he jerks back a touch. You only laugh and lean back in your chair, your new prize in your hold. While Smokescreen's processor runs a mile a klick and his door wings twitch.

Smokescreen takes it as a challenge. And it may very well be the hardest social challenge he's ever taken. But Smokescreen took his position in the Autobot's seriously. He wouldn't let himself get out charmed in a social setting without putting up a proper fight. So Smokescreen meets every little smile and name. He even tries to brush his em field against yours. The act actually made you pause for a moment in surprise. But then you smiled, and your em field pushed back and practically ran over Smokescreen with completely unrestrained affection so thick- he had to make a poor excuse and run before he would admit defeat!

Smokescreen was no youngling or stranger to these types of acts, but the genuine flavor of your actions was almost too much for Smokescreen to handle. He can handle the smiles they were easy- he could meet them. The sweet sound of the words you'd readily call him were harder, but he could keep up! He just couldn't handle your em field yet- but he would learn how to! It was a previously considered inappropriate aspect of social interaction Smokescreen hadn't even considered deploying like this. The results were definitely more than effective. Smokescreen knew just how you made him feel. Not even mentioning how the other Autobots seemed to hum under your attention. Smokescreen was a few vorns behind you, but he would manage to out charm you, just you wait!

#transformers x reader #transformers x cybertronian reader #transformers x y/n #x reader #x gn reader #tracks x reader #red alert x reader #beachcomber x reader #omega supreme x reader #smokescreen x reader #omegas part is a direct reference to a g1 script that was edited #here enjoy vauge g1 fans i lovvvee youuu #rabot writes

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writeyouin · 1 year ago

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I dont know if this went through but can I get a valentines day request for tfa sentinel prime falling in love with a g/n human reader?

Sentinel Prime (TFA) X Reader – Making Alliances

Description: After the war between Earth and Cybertron ended, you were recruited to work alongside Sentinel Prime. Yet, he tries to make your job hard, determined to keep on hating humans. Yet, given time, he finds it almost impossible to dislike you, no matter how hard he tries.

A/N – I had such a basic bitch plan for this and instead it turned into one of my longer fics.

Warnings – None.

Rating – T

“Guys, really, it’s fine. I’m fine,” You tried to assure the Autobots.

Optimus, Bulkhead and Ratchet looked at you doubtfully. Bumblebee looked more annoyed.

“Fine? How can you be fine with this? This reeks!” He exclaimed, waving his arms around.

You stifled a laugh at his over-dramatics. “Okay, I’ll admit, I never saw myself working with Sentinel, but… It’s not a terrible idea.”

Although you had your doubts, you believed what you said. Now that the war was over, and Megatron had been defeated, Cybertron had officially launched the Earth Alliance Program. Since the Autobots had been posted on Earth during the war, there was no point denying Alien existence, even though many Cybertronians didn’t think much of humans. Having been stationed on Cybertron for a week while you acclimatised, you had heard the hushed comments about how you weren’t advanced enough to be there, and how weak and fragile your frame was.

When the Autobots had come to your planet, they had faced their share of xenophobia, some of which continued to this day. Now that you were on their planet, you were beginning to get the same treatment.

In an attempt to bring your races closer together, Ultra Magnus had decided it would be best for you to be placed with a high-ranking officer, and as such he had made you Sentinel Prime’s assistant. Although he could have just as easily put you to work with Jazz, or left you with Optimus’ team, you understood his reasoning. If Sentinel could get over his prejudices, then anyone could. Besides, you still had one week left before you were to begin your work. In that time, you were expected to report any struggles that you had living on Cybertron.

In your first week, you had reported that the shower in your specially-made apartment was too hot, the cooking facilities were inadequate, and that you needed your own mode of transport so nobody else had to help you get around.

All the issues were addressed relatively quickly and now you had a motor-scooter which ran on autopilot. The vehicle did have a function for you to drive it yourself, but it had been dictated that you could not use that unless it was an emergency, otherwise you would be in breach of the first Cybertronian law written with humans in mind; it seemed that the governing body didn’t trust you to drive, though their fear and prejudice didn’t bother you too much.

“Are you even listening to me?!” Bumblebee waved his arms erratically.

While you had been lost in thought about your new position, he had been ranting about what a scrap heap Sentinel was.

You held up your hands placatingly, feeling a tiny pang of sadness that Prowl wasn’t there. It used to be him that ended Bumblebee’s tirades but… Well, everyone knew that war had its casualties; you just wished that it didn’t have to be someone you knew.

“Yes, I’m, listening. But seriously Bumblebee, you don’t have to worry about me. It’s just a job.”

‘A job I feel massively underqualified for,’ You added in your head, thinking how you had only been chosen because you met the Autobots by chance and they trusted you as their second human liaison.

Sari would also start her life on Cybertron, but seeing how she was techno-organic and only a teenager, she was going to school to learn about her Cybertronian heritage and culture.

Jazz and Bulkhead were going to stay on Earth, and Optimus was going to travel between both planets in an attempt to cement the worlds’ budding relationship. So, for a while, you would be alone, at least in a working capacity. Granted, Ratchet and Bumblebee would be nearby, but this was something you would have to do on your own.

“Alright,” Bumblebee grumbled. “But if he’s a glitch-head, get me and I’ll kick the scrap outta him!”

“You and what army?” Ratchet commented drily.

You chuckled and thanked Bumblebee, touching his arm to soothe him. A blush dusted his cheeks.

“Uh games night?” He said hurriedly, attempting to hide his feelings before racing off to where Sari was waiting for you all.

You ignored his flush red, fully aware of how he felt about you. You knew that was a conversation that the two of you would have to have one day, but you waited for the day he might bring it up. Besides, since this was the last night everyone would be together for a while, you didn’t want anything to jeopardise the fun, especially when faced with something as tough as unrequited love.

“I’m here,” You said breathlessly, shooting through the automatic door just in time for work.

Sentinel glared at you. He had been counting on you being late so that he could complain about you to anyone who would listen afterwards.

“So… What would you like me to do, Sentinel Prime, Sir?” You bowed formally. There was no need to do so, but you hoped that by addressing him with such respect, he might warm to you somewhat. Having met him once or twice before, you knew how arrogant he could be and had decided for an easy life it might be better to stroke his ego somewhat.

Your gambit paid off as Sentinel forgot whatever sharp insult he was about to say. Instead, he blustered, puffed out his chest and managed to order you to stay out of his way while he did his job.

“Sorry Sir, but Ultra Magnus ordered me to help you in whatever way I can.”

“I know that! It doesn’t matter. I don’t need your help. Just stay out of my way and at the end of all this, we can tell Ultra Magnus to have you reassigned.”

“No, sir,” You said adamantly, standing your ground.

“What?” Sentinel spat, his lip curling.

“I’m here to work with you. I won’t be shunted to the side just ‘cos I’m human. Our planets worked together to capture Megatron, now we have to work together to show that our races can do the same.”

Sentinel stared menacingly at you. He didn’t want to be anywhere near you. You were small, organic, filthy. With that in mind, he wished you would just leave. He didn’t want any of your gross germs on him. Yet, it seemed that you were also stubborn in your mission.

“Fine,” He said after a minute, though it was clear he wanted to tell you where to go. “Just don’t do any of that gross human stuff. If you sneeze-” He didn’t finish his sentence, shuddering at the thought.

You gave him a thumbs up, “No sneezing, got it.”

With that, Sentinel finally gave you some work to do, and you began what was sure to be a rocky relationship.

Working with Sentinel was difficult.

Sometimes, he would barely give you any work at all, insisting you use your ‘initiative’ to find tasks that would aid him. On other days, he would pile your workload impossibly high, and if you were struggling to understand the reports that he had ordered you to complete, that was your fault and he wouldn’t help you.

Either way, at the end of the shift, he would get to kick back at the bar and complain that you either didn’t understand the job or couldn’t keep up with the tasks provided to a bunch of equally closed-minded mechs who wanted to see you fail.

Still, you didn’t complain, doing your best to learn all you needed to succeed. To Sentinel it was infuriating, but you knew that if you complained, it would validate everything he thought about you, no matter how unfair it was.

Fortunately, you learned how to better work around him by talking to him with the utmost respect, complimenting him, and generally getting him talking about himself. On days when he indulged you with stories of his glory days, he was a little kinder, occasionally throwing you a bone and helping you out a bit with some of your workload, or sometimes instructing you on things you had been struggling with.

Still, your working relationship wasn’t great and wouldn’t be viable unless something changed.

Such a day finally came when Sentinel had the terrible idea that you should be faster, and very suddenly presented you with his patented human speed shoes… They were rollerblades.

“I can’t use these,” You sighed when he threw them at you, too afraid to hand them to you in case you touched him.

“You can and you will,” Sentinel harrumphed.

“Sentinel, I can’t rollerblade, at least not with all the things I have to carry about, and-”

“Is this you refusing to work, human?”

You rolled your eyes. Not only was he seeking an excuse to stop working with you, but he was also playing his trump card by calling you human instead of using your name; he did that whenever he wanted to instil a feeling of power imbalance upon you.

“Fine,” You sighed, giving in. “I’ll wear the damn rollerblades.”

“Speed-shoes,” Sentinel corrected.

“Speed-shoes,” You conceded, finding him to be extra impossible.

As you had told Sentinel, using the rollerblades for work was impossible, especially when you were carrying a stack of oversized datapads that you couldn’t see over, since Sentinel was also being unreasonable about your workload.

It started as a stumble on one of the higher walkways that had been provided like scaffolding around the office for you to work with. Yet, instead of falling, you dropped the datapads, tripped backwards, and screamed as you fell over the handrail.

While Sentinel was mostly paper-pushing since the war was over, he was still trained for battle. He hurriedly spun around at the sound of your scream and ran to catch you. While he was timely in his rescue, he wasn’t gentle and he blanched at the sound of bone snapping.

He expected you to cry out again, but you were worryingly quiet upon the realisation that your leg had broken.

“(Y/N)!” Sentinel yelled your name. His processor skipped over the necessary sentences as he scrambled to think of what to say next. He was stuck between asking if you were okay, even though you clearly weren’t, ordering you not to tell anyone about the speed shoes that had caused the accident, and demanding you to tell him how to fix you.

“I- I-” Tears streamed from your eyes.

Sentinel was taken aback by how pale you were and how unusual it felt to hold you. He was certain he would drop you if any liquids came out of you, yet here you were crying and all he wanted to do was hold you closer and tell you that everything was going to be okay.

You were soft and warm and… completely unexpected.

“R-Ratchet,” You managed to say between your sniffles and grunts of pain, pulling the rollerblades off, even though it hurt to move.

“Right!” Sentinel exclaimed, snapping out of his silence.

He transformed into vehicle mode, grimacing when it caused you more pain to be jostled about, then he sped to the medical school where Ratchet was spending his twilight years, passing on his knowledge to another generation of bots.

“What in tarnation is going on here?” Ratchet demanded of Sentinel as he held you out to the older bot in the safety of a private med-bay.

“I-(Y/N)-” Sentinel stammered, feeling the pressure of Ratchet’s stern glare.

“I fell,” You said weakly to Ratchet.

“Fell, huh?” Ratchet said doubtfully. “Where are your shoes, kid?”

You shook your head, indicating that it didn’t matter, but Ratchet was an astute old bot, and he shot a scathing to look at Sentinel, even though you hadn’t sold him out.

“Really, Ratchet. It- it was my f-”

“Never mind that, kid. Let’s get you seen to.”

Although Sentinel wanted to leave, he stayed, mostly because he couldn’t fathom why you hadn’t told on him. He regretted that decision when Ratchet asked him to chat privately after treating you. By that point, you were too tired to protect Sentinel further, and the pain medication had made you somewhat woozy. Besides, even if you had been in any shape to argue, you couldn’t keep up with either of them on a bandaged leg, and without assistance you couldn’t get down from the medical berth provided.

Once Ratchet had got Sentinel out of your sight, he began yelling, “I don’t know what you did, but you're darn lucky that kid isn’t selling you out! That’s far more loyalty than you’d ever give to them!”

“Wha-” Sentinel spluttered, offended and slightly intimidated by the older bot.

“Don’t you dare try to explain yourself to me! Young bots are all alike, all arrogance and no spark. Do you know how long it takes for an injury like that to heal in humans?! AND (Y/N) WILL BE TRAPPED HERE FOR A FEW DAYS, BORED AND ALONE SINCE YOU KEEP TELLING EVERY DAMNED BOT WHO’LL LISTEN TO YOU HOW LITTLE YOU THINK OF HUMANS!”

“I-” Sentinel held up a finger to argue, but Ratchet slapped his servo away.

“Don’t you dare try to argue with me,” He said dangerously. “I’ve seen (Y/N) a few times since she started working with you. You’ve overworked that poor kid for no reason at all, and let me tell you something- That kid won’t quit. You can pile on all the work you want, and (Y/N) will do it. They’ll exhaust themself to do anything you ask, all because they’re the bigger person and want to be friends.”

Ratchet barked a mirthless laugh, continuing his tirade, “Friends, HAH! But you won’t let that happen, will you, Mr. Bigshot. No, ‘cos you’re so superior. Well, anything to say for yourself now?”

Sentinel looked somewhat ashamed and contrite after Ratchet’s verbal rebuke, yet he let his anger bubble up and overtake him.

“I am your superior officer,” He spat contemptuously.

Ratchet shook his head, disgustedly. “Then lead by example and do something worthy of the title.”

The older bot was about to walk away, but Sentinel wouldn’t let him have the satisfaction, so he stormed ahead first, rushing back to the room you were stuck in.

“Come on (Y/N), I’m taking you home.”

“I just told you (Y/N) has to stay here,” Ratchet yelled, catching up.

“Not if there’s someone to take care of them.”

“And you’re gonna do that?”

“Yes!”

Sentinel picked you up, more gently than before, and this time, he was extra careful as he transformed so as to spare you any discomfort.

He wasn’t entirely certain whether to take you to your own home or his, but after some thought about organic fuels and how much effort you would have to put into traversing his sizeable house, he opted for taking you to your place, next door to the techno-organic and down the road from that insufferable Bumblebee.

Sentinel especially hated the contentious yellow mini-bot since he always found reasons to bother you at work and it was a massive distraction. It didn’t help that Bumblebee was obviously head over pedes for you and that he had no respect for Sentinel at all; he only ever left at your insistence, and always with an insult for Sentinel about the workload he gave to you.

Hm… your workload. Sentinel couldn’t help thinking about what an aft he’d been of late.

“When you’re fit for work, I think you should take it easy. No more 12 groon days.”

A groon on Cybertron was more or less an hour, and you nodded along sleepily in understanding, grumbling a half-word that didn’t make sense outside of your head.

“Hey, are you listening?”

Your eyes shut heavily and you could barely lift them open to respond.

“Great, I suppose I have to take you to bed now too?” Sentinel complained, covering just how worried he was that you were acting out of the ordinary.

When he got you home, Sentinel struggled to take care of you; he had very little knowledge on humans, except that they had corrosive spit, though most were apparently too civilised to use it. Your house was a hybrid of human-sized equipment and catwalks, and lounge space for several Cybertronians, yet having never been there before, Sentinel didn’t know the layout, nor did he understand what half your appliances did, or what certain rooms were for.

He did manage to find your bed and lift you up to it, but after that, he felt like he should be doing something more to help. You were recharging now, but you would probably need things when you woke up.

Stuck on what to do, Sentinel reluctantly knocked on your neighbour’s door.

“What do you want?” Sari asked obnoxiously, annoyed to have been interrupted in the middle of the day, right after she had returned from class.

“I- I-” Sentinel made an effort to swallow his pride, an act which took a good five minutes. “I need your help.”

It took Sari about 10 minutes to stop laughing, but she got very serious when Sentinel begrudgingly explained that you were injured and that he didn’t know how to help you. After seeing you in bed, sleeping off the pain medication that Ratchet had administered, Sari explained very carefully how long it would take for your leg to heal, and what Sentinel had to do in the few coming days to help you out, such as placing a water bottle by your bed, and making sure your crutches were in reach.

Sentinel listened to everything she said, ignoring the back-handed insults that came his way, then after Sari left, he settled into the bot-sized lounge, waiting for you to wake up. He put the TV on, watching a show from Earth you had left in the player, synching the volume to his audials, but keeping it low all the same in case he needed to hear you wake up.

Having watched several episodes of the comedy show you had, Sentinel had to admit, it was pretty funny… for something humans had made. The idea of Ghosts being so ridiculously stupid did amuse him.

You woke up quietly, sucking in pain through your teeth as the medication you had been given started to wear off. Admittedly, you were surprised to see Sentinel in your house, even though you vaguely remembered him promising that he would be there.

It was amusing to see him actually having fun for once. Usually, he was tense and angry around you; you hadn’t realised he could be happy without putting someone else down.

You tried to get up without disturbing him but the crutch clattered to the floor before you could grab it.

“(Y/N),” Sentinel stood up quickly. “How are you feeling? Do you need Ratchet again?”

“I’m-” You thought about saying you were fine, as was the expected social response. Instead, you decided to answer truthfully. “I’m tired, but my leg was bothering me a bit.”

“It’ll be fine,” You added hurriedly before he could rush off to get help you didn’t need, “It’s just sore.”

Sentinel nodded. “From what I understand, it will be painful for some time,” He didn’t mention that by that he also meant the memory of inadvertently hurting you.

You nodded with a tired smile, “Yeah… Could be worse though. Thank you, for getting me help.”

“Thank… Thank you for your loyalty.”

You nodded again, “Yeah uh… You- You don’t have to stay here if you don’t want to. I can take care of myself.”

Sentinel would have gladly left if he didn’t feel so responsible for you. “I need to stay for a while if you are comfortable with me being here.”

“Okay,” You agreed, reaching again for your crutches so you could go to the bathroom.

Sentinel hurried to pick them up for you. “Okay,” He agreed solemnly.

Sentinel was surprisingly attentive to you. Although you only needed him for a day or so, he insisted on staying the full week. After that, he brought work to you for a while, afraid that if you returned to the main work base, you’d somehow make your recovery take longer.

Yet, the reports that he brought you were easier than before, confirming your suspicions that he had initially made your job harder than it needed to be; the deadlines were also laxer, and he took the time to explain a few things to you.

He stopped complaining about you to bots at the bar, and now on the odd occasion you sneezed or cleared your throat, he didn’t flinch or make nasty comments. In short, he was getting used to you, and you realised that when he tried, he could be very nice.

The peace was short lived however when Bumblebee came over to visit for the fourth time since you’d been hurt.

“You should quit,” He told you, point-blank, having abandoned the video game the two of you had been playing.

“Excuse me?” You asked, wondering what had prompted his response this time.

“Quit! Go back to working for the correct Prime. Optimus would treat you better and he wouldn’t make you work when you’re sick.”

“I’m not sick. A broken leg is not a sickness.”

“It’s an injury,” Bumblebee said accusingly, raising his voice.

“Bumblebee, this is for our races to work together. This is a good start.”

Bumblebee blushed. The way you spoke so passionately about your races working together made him think that you were talking about more than work… Maybe, you were talking about you and him. Together.

“Besides,” You added, “Working for Sentinel isn’t half-bad, you know. He’s- He’s been kind to me.”

Bumblebee froze at the look on your face. Pink-dusted cheeks, a soft smile that he had imagined would be reserved for him, the way your eyes glazed over almost dreamily when you spoke about Sentinel. No, no! This couldn’t be happening. You could not get feelings for that pompous, arrogant, pile of SLAG!

“How did you get hurt?” Bumblebee asked, dangerously quiet, though you missed the intention behind his tone.

He had asked you before, but you rattled off an excuse about being careless.

“I already told you,” You started, only to be cut off by a Bumblebee who was angrier than you’d ever seen him before.

“HOW DID YOU GET HURT?!”

“Bumblebee-”

“HOW?! IT WAS HIM WASN’T IT!”

“I-”

Bumblebee ran out of your house, transforming as soon as he was on the streets. He was determined to give Sentinel a piece of his mind.

It took a while for Bumblebee to find Sentinel, not knowing the places that the Prime frequented. Yet, he eventually found him leaving a store with a small box that fit under his arm.

Bumblebee rushed at Sentinel, throwing a punch against the larger bot’s jaw. Had he been prepared, Sentinel might have faired better, but as it was, he dropped the box he was carrying and stumbled backwards, against the alley wall.

Bumblebee tried to pin him but Sentinel pushed him back, grappling his arms.

“WHAT THE FRAG ARE YOU DOING?” Sentinel demanded as the two struggled, holding each other’s shoulder plates and trying to get the better of their opponent.

Bumblebee headbutted Sentinel in the chassis to little effect, “IT’S YOUR FAULT (Y/N) GOT HURT! ADMIT IT! IT’S ALL YOUR FAULT!”

Bumblebee waited for the adamant denial Sentinel was known for. He pushed Sentinel back, readying his stingers, and only stopping when Sentinel answered.

“Yes.”

Bumblebee stopped in his tracks, mouth agape. Sentinel had never once taken responsibility for his actions.

“What?”

“It was my fault,” Sentinel admitted bitterly.

For the first time since finding him that night, Bumblebee really looked at Sentinel. “Why? Why now? After all this time, you finally admit to something…”

“It’s not natural…” Sentinel said more to himself than to Bumblebee. He was thinking about his feelings towards you, certain that it wasn’t right for a Cybertronian to feel anything romantic towards a human. He bent down to pick up the box which had spilled its contents onto the floor.

Bumblebee glanced down finding that it was all things for humans. Imported books from Earth, snacks you had been known to eat, herbal tea that Ratchet often recommended, and some pain medication.

Bumblebee picked up the tea, staring at it morosely before handing it to Sentinel who took it warily.

“(Y/N) doesn’t like that flavour,” He said quietly.

“I’ll… I’ll keep that in mind.”

Bumblebee nodded. He didn’t apologise for his actions, though it was implied in his tone when he addressed Sentinel for the final time that night, “Take better care of them. They’re everything to me.”

Sentinel nodded, watching Bumblebee walk away afterwards. He stayed there a few minutes longer before heading over to your house to gift you the things he had bought.

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#fanfiction #fanfic #reader insert #reader #maccadam #transformers animated #tfa #ratchet #sentinel prime #sentinel prime x reader #sentinel prime x you #bumblebee #bumblebee x reader #making alliances

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megtrns · 6 months ago

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megtrns, could you please write about a first contact au with a alternate time period with any of your faves? (ex: first contact au but make it regency or western? the already culture shock with human lagging behind to the bots is a bit big, but now with a slightly more rigid ideals and society is fascinating and i can’t help but think about a pride and prejudice au or medieval era bc literal knights in shining armor) of course these are just thoughts, so feel free to just write about anything, or ignore it if it’s too complicated. regardless, thank you for sharing your writing and take of yourself! have a good one!

a/n : hi anon ! so so sorry this took such a long time. the reason was because i had to go through several tries before settling with this because i absolutely adore your idea!! i've thought of something similar in the past so i got so excited doing this request and wanted to do so much that i ended up scatterbrained. so if you're okay with it, i'd love to make this into a mini series. so this shall be part one and the next ones will include a regency and/or midwestern era . again, thank you for such a lovely request ! i hope this was what you wanted and have a nice day !!

stranded time au ft. the lost light crew part one : ultra magnus & the medieval era (sfw!)

00. The theory of general relativity proposes that time doesn't pass at the same rate everywhere. With that in mind, Cybertron is an ancient and archaic planet, its galaxy a graveyard of heavy celestial masses that once existed long before the birth of our solar system. Due to strong gravitational fields, time passing through Cybertron is slower than time on Earth. And because of the war, emergency escape pods would have pre-calculated coordinates to launch their users to planets where time flows faster. So that if any Autobot or Decepticon were to survive and return, years spent in the corner of that universe would be nothing more than a few days.

This was how Rodimus & co. find themselves stranded on Earth, jumping through different timelines to save their friends. Through a very unfortunate (and avoidable) accident, the ship had collided against the planet's upper atmosphere as it attempted to land. (Because Swerve wanted to watch the concert of a human band he's obsessed with and begged Rodimus to go until his vocalizer fried.) As a result, the docking station for the escape pods were breached, followed by a leak in the quantum engine that had ignited a series of them to explode — causing a chain reaction that created 'holes' in time where the missing crew members had fallen into, leaving them scattered throughout different historical ages.

With most of the ship (thankfully) intact, Rodimus and team must race against time to bring everyone home, leaping from one century to another (and hoping that the 'time portal gun' the simpatico duo had whipped up won't explode in their faces).

01. Having been on the unfortunate side of the ship that had shattered upon impact, poor Ultra Magnus was launched all the way across Europe during its middle ages, at the height of its Capetian dynasties as it stands at the end of the crusade wars. Dropped in the heart of a dark and grim forest where not even sunlight pierced through the foliage, Magnus had stumbled into a small battle. It didn’t take long for the enforcer to realise that he had accidentally intervened in the attempted kidnapping of a princess from a nearby country.

Once he finished scaring the bewildered men away on their horses (a sight he found barbaric), the princess was left by his pedes cowering in fear. In an attempt to appear less intimidating, Magnus had stepped out of his armor, feeling exposed if not undignified — yet understanding that at least this way she could look at his optics. However, this gave her the impression that he was a knight sent by the Lord to rescue her.

He wanted to correct the human (courtesy of the universal translator), but she was already prostrating by the surface of a nearby rock to pray in relief. Tears dramatically streaming down her neck. With nothing to lose and no signs of his ship, Magnus relented and spent the next few days carrying her through rivers and mountains to return the princess to her limestone castle (somewhat nervous that this breach of protocol would permanently alter the outcome of a thousand-year war).

But when was the last time anyone ever looked at him with such admiration and awe, even when stripped of his armor? She saw him for who he was — ser minimus, she called him — her champion in shining, metal armor. During the day, he was Ultra Magnus, the giant that fell from the sky. In the night, when she leaned against his side for warmth, delicate and shy, he was just Minimus. And under the pale moonshine where she drifted to sleep against his shoulder, he was reminded of how nice it was to be just Minimus.

For days they trekked through the wildlands, staying under the cover of canopies and steering clear of cities that permanently carried the smell of burning flesh and rotting wood. This was a time of plague and famine, and Magnus couldn’t help but pity her. Because despite the comfort of her velvet drapes and high towers, she would continue to live and die in a time of war and death. He knew too well what that felt like.

Once his little quest had ended and the princess was safe and sound behind gilded gates, it was time to say goodbye. And much to her court’s fascination (and fear), Minimus had dropped to one knee to kiss the back of her palm, once, twice, knowing that this was expected of him as a knight — and that this was maybe the closest souvenir he could have from her. And just as he rose to follow the signal that suddenly appeared on his radars, she had leaned forward on her toes to kiss him. He knew he should pull away, as signaled by the choir of scandalized gasps that erupted around them. Maybe it was the pity, the proximity, or the validation he gets from seeing her gaze up at him with intense devotion, but Minimus found himself doing something incredibly reckless. Back aboard the Lost Light, Rodimus disclosed they knew where to find him thanks to a very interesting painting from the 13th century depicting a princess and her (supposedly fictional) green knight hanging in present-day museums.

" So...Magnus. Are you as good as a kisser as they paint it out to be or was that just the dramatic effect of the ‘renaissance’?"

(Somewhere behind them, Megatron chimed in to correct Rodimus that it was actually 'pre-renaissance.' He didn't seem too happy when Whirl called him a nerd.)

Magnus refused to answer his Captain's question despite the incessant teasing, choosing to leave the room (so no one could catch him smiling).

#please correct me if my time theory is wrong #sometimes i accidentally spread misinformation because of my poor ability to measure 😔#minimus can kiss a princess #as a treat #minimus ambus #minimus ambus x reader #minimus #minimus x reader #transformers #transformers lost light #lost light #mtmte #more than meets the eye #transformers idw #ultra magnus #ultra magnus x reader #the lost light #stranded time au

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cozzzynook · 6 months ago

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Thinking off a little Au where Shockwave joined the Autobots instead the Decepticons.

While Shockwave missed being a senator he knew it was better than what ever cruel fate the Senate had planed for him before his rescue. Now hiding away in a protective base Shockwave often found most of his time in the labs researching while also getting to know his lab partners.

It was one of these days when everything changed, Shockwave was busy helping both Wheeljack and Perceptor with their latest project. That was until Kup burst through the Lab's door with a paniced expression, before anyone could ask what was wrong the old mech just huffed grabbing Shockwave by his arm and dragged the mech to the med bay.

"Wait, what's going on Kup?! Is the base under attack or has there been a breach?" Shockwave asked as he jogged to match the older mech's pace.

"No, Its Prime...something happened and Ratchet is pretty ticked off and is blaming you for it" Kup grumbled as he started to slow down.

"Me, what did I do?!"

"That's what we're going to find out"

After a couple more klicks they finally arrived at the med-bay. Kup gave Shockwave a firm pat on the shoulder before shoving the poor mech into bay to deal with Ratchet. Some time passes and one lecture later Shockwave is finally allowed to see Optimus, with dread in his spark he enters expecting the worst only to see the Prime lying in a plush berth with a droopy smile on his face.

"My dear prime, are you alright?" Shockwave softly spoke as he reached out grabbing hold of his servo only to place a gentle kiss on top of it. "You scared me..."

"I'm fine, Ratchet is just overreacting a little" Optimus chuckled as he sat up. "However I do have something important to tell you Shockwave..."

Perking up Shockwave leaned closer. "what is it?"

"I'm sparked, its twins" Optimus took a short vent as he gave a comforting squeeze. "We're having sparklings, Shockwave"

"W-well, now I know why Ratchet freaked out" Chuckling softly Shockwave leaned closer placing a gentle peck on Optimus's cheek. "This is wonderful news, my dear. I promise to look out for you three"

Letting out a soft purr Optimus returned the kiss with his own before taking one of Shockwave's servos and placing it above his spark. "And I promise to end this war swiftly, so we can all have a place to call home"

"I love you Orion"

"I love you too"

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Kool kat 😭😭😭😭 i love this!!!!!

Its gotta be cliff & bee who are in there!!

I just know they grow up so loved by the two 😭

#transformers #optimus prime #orion pax #shockwave #senator shockwave #shockop #shockwave x orion pax #optimus prime x shockwave #cliffjumper #bumblebee #ratchet #kup

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dragqueenstarscream · 2 months ago

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going to be honest if soundwave IS 'the eyes and ears of the decepticons' hes either going blind or he needs to be fired. mutiny talk w knockout and starscream aside, there's like 4-5 different instances of autobots AND rouge decepticons just waltzing onto the nemesis and it seemingly not triggering any security measure. hell, in the armada episode bulkhead doesnt even end up on the nemesis on PURPOSE, its bc of a massive oversight with an automated energon gathering system (also the only time we see energon gathered via automation and with no vehicons in tfp, but i digress...) and hes then able to take advantage of the situation to blow up the main power chamber! to say nothing of the 5 starscreams also getting on the ship the exact same episode. honestly the nemesis is just a security nightmare in general, both arcee and ratchet (and i think the humans?) are able to get in and log onto their computers with no issue like theres 0 passwords and they can just get right into their computer network so if soundwave is in charge like people say he is hes not doing much to actually lock that down

and tbh, i feel like soundwave's loyalty is massively overblown by the fandom. when knockout and starscream petition him to take megatron off lifesupport his reaction definitely doesnt read like he particularly cares either way bc he doesnt move to stop them at all, and in fact the only thing he DOES react over is the cortical patch that got plugged into megatron-but even then, he doesnt move to protect megatron from the autobots who infiltrated the nemesis and hijacked their leader's mind, he leaves that entirely up to starscream! the guy who 5 minutes ago was arguing the case to have megatron put down! i genuinely feel like based off his behavior that if the autobots hadnt been there that day he probably WOULD have let them pull the plug

its not like i think hes particularly loyal to someone else like starscream either, but he only really snitches to megatron about him once or twice and most of megatron's grievances against things starscream does are what he himself remembers bc the dark energon gives him plot recall powers, not things soundwave brought to his attention. he honestly seemed to dislike airachnid more if only bc he actually reacts to her attempts at usurpation (and even is in part responsible for megatron deciding to try to off her)

my pet theory (other than that the writers didnt know how to handle him) is that hes super over the war in general bc how else do you explain him making a beeline for the electrified consoles in the episode where trypticon woke up 2 minutes after the decepticon high command watched a vehcion get knocked out doing that exact same thing?

so i know that all of the security breaches and soundwave's general nonchalance about them could be excused by shit writing, but that's boring and lame, so i'm gonna throw in my own two theories.

1.) soundwave actually still is that loyal to megatron, and he lets this shit slide on purpose because he loves watching megatron beat the hell out of intruders. it's entertaining for him.

2.) he stopped caring about the intruders a while ago, either because he knows that he still has the upper hand and doesn't feel the need to attack or because he's so done with the war that he just wants to keep to himself.

either of these would be more interesting than chalking it up to bad writing, even though tfp does have its flaws.

#given i never paid much attention to this bit but i may have to on the rewatch #transformers #soundwave #transformers prime #tfp soundwave #maccadam #answering things

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bnsni · 1 year ago

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prowl stealing reader's panty and being an overall pathetic scumbag 🛐 I need

a/n: OUGHHHHH YESSSSS. NSFW WARNING UNDER THE CUT

IT'S funny. A lot funny, really. He considers himself pragmatic, prone to cold shoulders, used to remarks that'll sully his name, maybe even leave a dent on his face. He does have an optic left, though. All that he doesn't care because honestly? There’s no weight to it, whatsoever.

And yet.

You've been nice to him only once — a mere smile and a few parting words of praise, and now he's reduced to a degenerate, cushioned up against his berth as he purges himself with the scent of your undergarment. Panties, he remembers. Even better — or worse. Primus, it's unwashed.

His optics droop as the musky scent hits. Shoulders, once taut, now relaxed, helm hitting the berth as he groans. It was soft. Much too soft agains this hand, against his face. He doesn’t know what’s gotten into him. He had only known, however, was the fact that he’s not himself. And a pull of something so minuscule, an organic fabric of all things, that reeled him senseless of thoughts is ridiculous.

He’s breached at least several protocols in the Autobot Code. Even behind closed doors in the confines of his own quarters, he had already crossed a line by invading your privacy. Invading your trust.

A simple patrol along the halls had his pedes roosted by your doorsteps. The Organic barracks. Female, too. After all, he was the one who fixed your lock when it broke (hm, yeah, wonder why) — so it doesn’t come off as a surprise when the officer is spotted dawdling in front of your room.

Initially, he’ll do a quick inspection and leave. But the door. It was wide open. A quick peek wouldn’t hurt, right? He just needed to, ah, yes, needed to see if anyone had messed with your belongings. Theft is a big, big concern these days. (Wheeljack would know, he’s been stealing Nitric Acid from medbay without fail. )

And, it does. It made him stuff a handful of your panties into his sub space. Made his pedes skim across the halls until he’s in his own quarters — doing whatever the hell he is doing now : eyes shut, lower regions pressured and uncomfortable.

Prowl never denies. He never denies his guilt because that would mean his calculations are proven innacurate. A faulty assumption. A mistake. And here’s the thing is— he never makes a mistake. So, he chalks it up to illusion when he thinks about you. A reason to justify the means of being a scumbag.

You’re pretty. Nice. That’s all there is to it. He knows he’s lonely so he’s filling up the void. It’s nothing deep. As soon as tomorrow comes, he’ll avoid you. Avoid you like he’s not fisting his spike, conjuring up images, wondering how you’d feel against him as he’s rutting up your soft flesh.

How your ankles would hook over his shoulders. How your sweet face would contort, lips, pretty and soft kissing up his shaft.His servos on your hips as he rolls his own, watching the spike pushing up against your cunt— in and out, slick and throbbing. How would you sound? Soft? Guttural? Loud? Would you bite your fist when he’s too rough?

Prowl groans, re-positioning the fabric over his spike. It had become too slick, purple transfluid blotching the pink a more creamy mauve and his other servo comes to stifle his moans.

He’s not getting any sleep tonight.

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bird-in-the-space · 3 months ago

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Bayverse Version (Part 9)

The NEST and the Autobots worry about how to find you after your kidnapping. Emily finds her necklace in her jewelry box, and you have an unpleasant meeting with the Decepticons, who learn what you really are.

(Author's note: There aren't a lot of bay gifs on the cons)

Warnings: kidnapping, some people hurt after the attack, your dad is worried, the Decepticons being a warning themselves, you getting picked up constantly, Starscream being a bit of a creep, you getting shoved into things, and having a worm shoved into your brain.

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After the Cons retreated with you in tow and the shooting finally stopped, Que looked around as the smoke cleared. He checked on the NEST soldiers and the mining crew. Despite the damage to the mining equipment and the injuries caused by the missiles, no lives appeared to have been lost—a fortunate outcome.

“Someone call a medic!” a soldier yelled as they attended to the wounded.

Que looked toward the lower hills and saw you gone, taken by the Decepticons. He shook his head worriedly. They had come specifically for you; they did not kill them off and take the energon. They took you and then left. This could not mean anything good.

Que opened his comlink.

“Que to NEST HQ. We're in need of medical assistance. We’ve been attacked by Decepticons. No lives lost, but many wounded,” he began. He hesitated briefly before finishing, “They… kidnapped (Name).”

“What? They took (Name)?!” your dad yelled when he heard Que through the link.

“I’m afraid so. It seems she was their target,” Que clarified.

“This is not good. Can you locate (Name)’s position?” Lennox asked an operative at the computers. The operative pressed a few keys, but no marker appeared on the screen.

“Negative, sir. Her energon signature has vanished. The Decepticons most likely masked her signal after escaping,” the operative replied.

“Dammit. She could be anywhere at this point,” Lennox muttered.

“Then how the hell are we supposed to find her?” your dad demanded. “And why would the Decepticons come for her... unless…” He hesitated. “They knew about her ability to locate energon.”

“But the only way they could know is if there was a breach in communication,” Lennox said, the realization dawning on him.

“I’m afraid Major Lennox is right. If the Decepticons have learned that Earth is rich with pure energon and that (Name) is able to locate them, then that makes her just as valuable,” Optimus said.

Ratchet sighed, his tone filled with worry. “There’s no telling what the Decepticons will do to her—especially if they discover she’s a human in a transformer’s body.”

Some bots hissed at the realization, their expressions filled with worry.

“Poor newbie. Those guys are the biggest human-haters,” Skids stated.

“We must begin our search immediately,” Optimus stated firmly. “The Decepticons cannot be allowed to gain access to Earth’s hidden energon sources—and we must rescue (Name) before they carry out whatever sinister plans they have for her.”

Inside her room, Emily closed her laptop and stretched her fingers. She heard some satisfying pops before stretching her back, having finished doing applications for colleges and schools.

The radio music echoed from the kitchen and she could hear sounds of drilling and machines coming from her dad’s workshop.

“Emily! Can you get some spare sparts from the scapyard when you go out?” her dad called out.

“Sure thing!” she replied.

“Great. I leave a list on the kitchen table,” he said.

Emily’s phone then rang. She picked up and answered when she saw it was Amanda.

“Hey, Em. Are you still coming to the night out?” Amanda asked.

“Of course I am. I just need to get a few things done, and then we can party,” Emily smiled as she stood up.

“That’s the spirit. I’m leaving for Europe soon, so we might not see each other for a while. So, let's get wasted tonight.” Amanda said.

Emily chuckled as she applied some lip balm. “You said it.”

“I know it's been a while since the incident, but I feel a little bad that (Name) can’t come,” Amanda said.

“Well… It was a tragic accident. But believe me, (Name) was never much of a party person. I don’t think she would have complained much,” Emily replied as she opened her jewelry box.

Right on top of her other jewelry lay her necklace with the Allspark fragment. Emily stared at it, frozen and confused.

“What the hell…?” she muttered.

“Em, you are breaking up...” Amanda said, her voice suddenly distorting.

“Amanda?” Emily questioned, but Amanda’s voice became distorted until the line completely cut off. She checked her phone and saw a connection error.

She turned her gaze back to the necklace in her box. She picked it up and inspected the Allspark fragment, feeling its surface with her fingers. It sent familiar vibrations.

“How did you get here?” she asked.

It was a question she didn't know the answer to. She clearly remembered giving it away to Lennox and the NEST after discovering what it was. And she remembered not having it in her box the other day.

She took out her phone and searched for Lennox's number, which he had given in case she encountered any transformer-related matters. The phone continued showing a connection error, preventing her from calling him.

She looked at the error in confusion.

Was something wrong with the phone lines?

She glanced at the Allspark fragment in her hands. She wasn't certain, but something odd was happening

The sound of a helicopter filled your audials as you slowly began to wake up from unconsciousness. Your head felt heavy and disoriented as you regained your bearings. You felt yourself swaying, like you were hanging from something. When you opened your eyes, you saw that you were flying through the air, suspended by what seemed to be a military helicopter.

As your mind fully awakened, you finally comprehended what was happening. You were literally being carried through the air by a helicopter.

“Oh! Shit!” you yelled, frightened by the height and the fact that you were dangling by some kind of rope. You glanced up and saw that it was the same military helicopter that attacked you in the forest. You didn’t need to guess if it was a Decepticon.

You watched helplessly as you arrived at what seemed to be abandoned warehouses before the con above you suddenly detached the rod from you.

Falling from the air, you yelled as you landed hard against the ground, nearly face-first. Releasing a groan, you suddenly saw large feet and felt something grab you by your back, lifting you off the ground and dangling you in the air. You came face-to-face with the familiar green giant.

He growled in his language, and his spit nearly hit your face as he sneered at you. You almost gagged in disgust from the smell of his breath. You wanted to slap him to make him step back, but the voice in the back of your mind warned you that pissing this guy off probably wasn’t a good idea.

Sounds of transformation then reached your audials and you glanced behind you, watching the helicopter turn into another giant robot.

You felt afraid of the sizes of these guys. How fucking big are they?!

“Come on! Starscream’s waiting,” the helicopter con said.

They then began walking into the abandoned warehouse. The green giant was still holding you above the ground like some rag doll. As you were forced to enter, you couldn't help but feel afraid of what you would find inside. It felt like you were being forced to enter a den of predators, which was most likely very accurate. These were Decepticons—robots like the one that attacked you and Emily.

Inside the warehouse, you noticed another con. He was smaller than the giant ones but looked equally mean and murderous. His color scheme and car parts indicated that his alt-form was likely a police car. One noticeable thing about him was a slogan on him that said, "To Punish and Enslave…"

The green giant then dropped you to your feet, forcing you forward. You nearly tripped but regained your balance. Then, a very murderous-looking robot panther jumped out of nowhere, hissing and growling at you. You stepped back, keeping your eyes on it as its red, cyclop eye observed you.

You then noticed another robot in front of you. He was grey and had cybertronian-like tattoos over him. But his shape reminded you of a dorito. You could only guess he was ‘Starscream’ the helicopter con spoke about.

“So, this is the one Soundwave spoke about…” he started. His voice was deep, yet light enough to sound menacing, like some kind of snake.

“Hah! I don’t see what’s so special about this one. Slippery to catch, but still looks more like a whelp to me,” the green giant remarked with a mocking tone.

Well, fuck you too. You thought spitefully. You did not wanna risk angering him by saying it out loud.

“Now, now, Long Haul. Let’s not make our guest feel unwelcome,” Starscream said.

You glared at him slightly. Guest? Weren’t you fucking kidnapped against your will?!

“Now. (Name), Was it?” Starscream said, which piqued your attention

“How the hell do you know my name?” you asked

“We have eyes and ears in many places, and we’ve heard a few interesting things about you,” he answered, making you feel nervous. Did they know you were a human in a transformer’s body?

“We heard Earth has pure energon sources and that you have the outlier ability to locate them,” he continued.

You felt dreadful. Slightly relieved since he didn’t mention your human consciousness, but mentioning the pure energon and your ability was still enough to make you afraid of what they would do to you.

“Finally something useful out of this dirt ball of a planet,” the green giant, Long Haul, remarked.

“Is this true?” Starscream asked, clearly intimidating you.

“I’m… “ you glanced at the murder robot panther as it growled at you. “... not comfortable telling you,” you finished.

“I suggest you cooperate. Unless you want us to gain the information in less pleasant manners,” Starscream said.

“Like what?” you asked.

“Well… we can always just look inside your brain module and see what you know. Or perhaps we take those optics since they allow you to see the energon through the earth's crust,” Starscream said creepily, nearly touching your eyes with his fingers. You instinctively leaned out of his reach.

You didn’t know what to do. You probably shouldn’t let these guys know anything, but then again, you didn’t really want them poking around in your brain. Did you even have any choice in this?

“I’d rather not…” You uttered.

“Then make a wise decision,” Starscream replied.

“Even if I do tell you, what then? You let me go? I don’t exactly trust your word,” you questioned.

“That will remain to be seen,” Starscream responded.

You contemplated your choices. What should you do? They most likely wouldn’t let you go either way.

Shit! How did it come to this?

“So?” Starscream waited.

“It’s true. I can sense energon and locate them through a special kind of vision,” you answered.

“Good. Keep going,” Starscream said.

“There is nothing else to it. I only discovered this ability a few days ago,” you said. “Even if you poke into my brain, you wouldn’t find anything. I haven't explored what else my ability can do,” you revealed.

“That’s fine, I guess. What are the locations of these mining posts?” Starscream asked.

“Excuse me? “ you questioned.

“The location of these energon sources. I want to know them,” he cleared out.

“I... do not know. I didn’t pay much attention to those details,” you answered hesitantly. There was no way you could reveal that.

“You do not know, or you are not willing to tell me?” he asked, leaning closer.

“No… I… genuinely do not know. I only know two, and they’re the places I’ve been to. I… have a bad memory,” you said, stuttering fearfully. Okay, you were doing a bad job of trying to lie.

“That’s fine. We can just jolt your memory files just a little,” he said, and gave a kind of sign to the helicopter guy.

The helicopter guy suddenly stepped forward, grabbed you by your head and arm. You yelled when he showed you down against the table. You groaned in pain as he was weighing you down hard.

You watched in fear as the murderous robot panther jumped onto the table, and a small, insect-like robot emerged from its chest. It was jabbering something, inspecting your face with its sharp, pointy fingers, like a spider.

“Jolt her memory a little, doctor,” Starscream said.

The ‘doctor’ suddenly took out a very disgusting-looking worm. Your eyes widened because you guessed they intended to feed you that thing. You jerked and struggled as the doctor came closer with his parasite-like thing, but couldn’t escape due to the helicopter guy above you.

The doctor then forced the worm into your mouth. You gagged and twitched as you felt it move through your brain. It was disgusting. You could feel it slither around inside your head, and you felt like it was feeding on something within you. Your body started shaking and twitching, tears ran down your face, and it felt like the worm was inside your head for an hour. It finally popped out of your mouth, causing you to cough and gasp as if you had been choking.

The doctor took the worm, broke it, and seemed to inspect whatever data the worm got from you.

“Hmm. A rare outlier. “ It jabbered.

“Decepticon newborn!” it exclaimed.

“Fascinating,” Starscream said.

The doctor then suddenly projected some kind of visions, which you realized to be your memories.

One memory showed Que showing you a map of the energon posts, both confirmed and unconfirmed. Luckily, you seemed to be right, as it only displayed active and recently discovered sites, which were small and heavily guarded. However, it also indicated locations suspected to contain energon.

“Yes. There they are,” Starscream said, pleased.

“What else do you find, doctor?” he asked.

The doctor suddenly delved deeper into your memories, going far enough to reach the moment when you first woke up as a transformer. You watched all the moments you remembered experiencing pass by, until it reached what happened at the bridge.

Then, it abruptly shifted, and you saw memories you didn’t remember having before. The noises were muffled, and everything went by quickly, but you saw the visions and finally remembered the strange feeling you had been experiencing.

It then shifted to the memories of when you were still human.

“What?” Starscream looked at the flashing memories.

The doctor suddenly stopped and looked at you. “What? This… thing has a human mind. This thing is a human!” it exclaimed.

“Human?” Long Haul questioned, and you watched as the cons looked shocked and baffled by the news.

You were now scared of what they might do. They were the biggest human haters. And now they knew what you were.

You are so screwed.

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seeyouonsaturn · 3 months ago

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All the information I have so far on my girl Dustspin ✈️✨️

Dustspin is made primarily for the Rescue Bots continuity, which automatically puts her into TfP, RiD and RBA as well. She's shipped with Blades because he's my sweet pookie and I must bestow so much love upon him.

She's formerly been mentioned here, here and here.

Dustspin is an Autobot and a member of the Wreckers. Her alt mode is a stunt plane (I have not decided on a specific model as I'm unfamiliar with the breeds) and she loves pulling off risky high-speed maneuvers mid-flight. It helps her clear her head.

Personality wise, she's your typical Wrecker: tough, battle-hardened, and a quick thinker, and she has a playful side that only comes out once she feels comfortable. However, she also carries a lot of trauma from a dark past, which she's never fully healed from. Lastly, she also develops an interest in Earth media.

Backstory under the cut

> Cybertron, the War, and its impact

When the war first broke out, Dustspin sided with the Autobots. Thanks to her ability to outmaneuver enemies and other dangers in flight, she was often utilized to fly into Decepticon-claimed spaces to gather intel, or to aid with aerial attacks. Which is how she first met Hazard – a handsome, intelligent and skilled bot, who seemed just as smitten with her as she was with them. Only, unfortunately, Hazard was a loyal Decepticon.

At first they would meet in secret, cross enemy lines for dates or even sneak away from the battlefield to see each other. But Hazard was always committed to the Decepticon cause, and though they did have strong feelings for Dustspin, they failed to understand why she would stand with the Autobots.

Loyal as they were, the opportunity presented to them didn't go unnoticed. Whether they thought of it themself or if someone found out about their love and coerced them, it doesn't matter in the end, because they saw no issue with the plan: Dustspin was an incredibly valuable source of inside information on the enemy.

Dustspin never truly meant to cause harm to the bots that trusted her, but she was young, and foolish, and she loved Hazard. She loved them more than any stupid war trying to come between them, more than pointless factions. And if they were so deeply, utterly and truly convinced that the Decepticons were right... then maybe it was Dustspin who had it wrong.

The fallout was drastic. The impact of Dustspin's betrayal left those she'd fought with reeling, struggling to take back any semblance of control after the breach of security she'd left them with. Many plans now revealed and far too many crucial details known to the Decepticons, the number of consequential casualties exceeded more than a few.

But it was fine, right? Hazard assured her that she'd done the right thing. And they were together now, finally on the same side and no longer having to hide.

Dustspin never felt quite comfortable among the Decepticons, but she loved Hazard, so she willed herself content. Even when their true colors became more and more blatant, she continued to turn a blind eye to them. How could they possibly be bad, after all, when they loved her so much? They were cold, and unkind, and hungry for power, but they did love their sweet little Dustspin. They never laid a servo on her, even when she misbehaved or spoke out of turn, even when her thoughts veered back to the Autobot propaganda she'd been fed, no matter how hard they tried to show her the truth in the way of the Decepticons. Still, a part of her, somewhere, was never fully convinced.

It was a long time before Dustspin finally gathered the courage and the needed self-reflection to end it. Far too long – far too many battles, far too many deaths. Each had made it harder and harder for her to even hope she could ever return to her old life, but in the end, even that did not matter. She finally knew that Hazard was a monster, no matter how much she loved them or how much they loved her, and she knew she needed to get out, no matter what. If only to finally no longer be complicit in the slaughter of those who used to be her allies.

She never expected the Autobots to trust her again. But Optimus Prime is kind, and even in the worst of times, he wants to believe in second chances. It wasn't an easy road, and it took a very long time and a lot of hard work, but, eventually, Dustspin managed to regain the trust of those she'd betrayed.

The only one who never truly forgave her was herself.

Fueled by self-loathing and anger, Dustspin joined the Wreckers, throwing herself into danger over and over again in an attempt to prove her loyalty, to make up for what she'd done. She didn't care if it killed her. In her mind, she deserved it, and she doubted she'd truly be mourned anyhow. The primary thing that separated her from the others was most certainly her respect for authority – terrified of being marked a traitor once more, Dustspin follows orders without question. She wouldn't dream of defying them, even if she were to be directly ordered to lay down her own life, she wouldn't as much as hesitate. The Autobots took her back, and she owes them everything, including her own spark, if they ask for it.

> Griffin Rock

Following a multitude of space shenanigans and various escapades, Dustspin wound up on the Jackhammer with Wheeljack, eventually headed toward Earth. Now, working directly under Optimus Prime himself was both an honor and utterly nerve-wrecking. As much as she reveres him, even with over a million years having passed, Dustspin can't look him in the optics without guilt. And, while she respects her Prime, she didn't quite understand his affinity for those tiny natives of this planet. They just looked squishy and kind of gross to her.

Sensing that Dustspin would do well without the pressure of having Optimus breathing down her neck at all times, and could use quite a lot of human-bonding-time, and not to mention non-Wrecker team building (bless her, she's used to being surrounded by tough bastards that can take what she dishes out and vice versa), Optimus took her to Griffin Rock. She was not a fan.

There was no way Dustspin was going to defer to a bunch of squishy alien critters. She begrudgingly takes orders from Chief Burns – because Optimus Prime himself directly told her to – but that's it. And she will go on rescue missions, because she is a loyal Autobot and of course she would never let any living creature come to harm if she could help it – never again – but that does not mean she'll like it. She will be complaining the whole time.

She clashes with Blades by far the most. When Dustspin first met him, she felt nothing but contempt for the copter bot. Everything about him rubbed her the wrong way. His constant whining, his anxious nature, the fear of practically everything... when he'd been in stasis throughout the entire war. He never had to experience any of its horrors, none of the pain, none of the terror. He had no right to be the way he was. He'd never been given a reason to be afraid. To say it quite frankly, his innocence pissed her off to unspeakable levels.

Blades, meanwhile, didn't like Dustspin much better himself. A talented flier and a powerful warrior, she's everything he's not, and while he tries not to let these things get to him, sometimes they do. Especially when Dani managed to befriend Dustspin (okay, maybe some of these humans are pretty alright) and got hooked on high-speed stunt flights, inadvertedly leaving Blades without his partner. Dani never meant to make him feel replaced, of course. But she couldn't deny that she was having the time of her life in Dustspin's pilot seat. So long as she kept her hands to herself and away from the controls, Dustspin even found herself enjoying the enthusiastic company.

Then, gradually, things shifted. Dustspin slowly got used to her new family, established herself as part of the team, and started to soften, just a bit. She also discovered that human television is incredibly entertaining – and suddenly, she and Blades would spend their free time together, binging Cupcake Hoarders, and arguing less and less. And maybe it's not his fault that he was in stasis, and maybe she's really just jealous that he was lucky enough to never have anything truly bad happen to him. Maybe it's good that it didn't. Who else among the Autobots can still say they hold any innocence? He's sweet, and he is brave – despite being scared of just about everything, he doesn't let it stop him – and, above all, he is good. For a cynical Wrecker, that's a rare thing to see, much less to believe.

And it's really not his fault he missed the war. Doesn't she think he'd have changed that if he could have? So many of his friends are dead, his entire planet is gone, and he wasn't even there to help. As much as he knows he likely wouldn't have made much of a difference, he'd give everything for the chance to at least try. And Dustspin doesn't really know how to respond to that.

Instead, she shows him how to fly. Sure, he knows how to get off the ground, but he doesn't truly understand it. Doesn't see the motivation, the freedom, the beauty of it. Dustspin coaxes him into going on flights with her, to try to show him that it can be fun if he lets it. Blades is never going to love flying, but he learns to at least appreciate it. Especially when Dustspin manages to get him high enough to go over the cloud cover, where the clouds right beneath you make it feel like you're not even that high up, and the view is downright breathtaking. He still prefers staying on the ground and watching movies, but, alright, maybe it's not that bad. With a friend.

> What comes after

Dustspin doesn't live in Griffin Rock permanently. Rather, she visits periodically, always showing up unannounced and then staying anywhere from a few days to a couple weeks at a time before moving on again. Sometimes she travels around with Wheeljack, looking for trouble; other times she joins up with Team Prime to help them on their missions, as, unlike the Rescue Bot team, she's more than experienced enough to handle Decepticons. Sometimes she's just by herself, exploring the planet she now calls home. Being alone is the only time she can feel at peace, away from all the pressure of proving herself and yet never feeling worthy of anyone's approval. But even so, she always comes back.

Everyone knows when Dustspin and Blades begin to develop feelings for each other. Blades especially is just painfully obvious, it's almost embarrassing to watch. Dustspin is far more subtle, but her visits become more and more frequent, and she's noticably less feisty around him. Nobody is surprised when the two of them start sneaking off inbetween missions (except maybe Heatwave, who really didn't think Blades could pull that).

There's a whole lot of healing that needs to be done though. Neither of them believes themselves to be worthy of the other. Blades is too sweet, too innocent to be with someone broken and blood-stained like her. Dustspin is fearless and competent and could do far better than an aerial bot with a fear of heights. And yet, somehow, it works just right. Dustspin, for the first time, finally gets to experience what love is truly supposed to be like; and she will protect it with all that she has to give.

Which she's going to have to prove when Hazard makes an appearance on Earth.

I haven't seen RiD or RBA yet, but Dustspin is going to settle down permanently on Griffin Rock to be with Blades, so she's going to be involved in the Academy stuff too. Good luck to those kids!

#i know this is long but if anyone reads this i will kiss you on the mouth #please talk to me about dusty and her shit tier ex #two talks #maccadam #two's ocs #transformers oc #transformers rescue bots #transformers prime #dustblades #my shaylaaas #how'd this get to 2k words help me. the autism #oc: out to the edge

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yayasvalveplay · 3 months ago

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Optimus wouldn't even get the chance to get his s3 upgrade, since he wasn't in any danger from the base being destroyed. It's why the Forge of Solus Prime still has the charge to repair/replace the Omega Lock. (Hive Queen Optimus)

Yippee Dreadwing lives! Good for Megatron in this AU, the one good thing he allowed. Anyways, time for the end of Synthesis and the entirety of Deadlock! Prepare for this to be very long!

Optimus hands off Arazoma to one of the Insecticons staying with the eggs and the baby is so confused like where is mama going? He gives the lil baby a kiss and he's babbling as Optimus tells him that carrier will return. The hive is gonna make sure that happens as the Insecticons takes Arazoma into the egg room. Optimus stands to his full height and some Insecticons hand him the Star Saber. He takes the sword, which starts glowing as it always does in the hands of a Prime, and asks the others if they are ready. When they confirm they are, Optimus nods to Ratchet who opens the GroundBridge to the scouts who found the Nemesis.

Optimus, Ultra Magnus, Arcee, Bulkhead, Wheeljack, Bumblebee, Snokescreen, and a majority of the hive goes through the GroundBridge. Some hive members pick up the Autobots so they can fly them to the Nemesis and they begin to swarm towards the ship, which is now over an ocean.

One of the screens on the Nemesis quickly picks up the mass of Cybertronian signals rapidly approaching the ship and the Vehicons freak out when they realize that those signals are the Autobots and the hive. One of the Vehicons rushes over to tell Megatron that the Autobots are about to attack. Megatron is speculative at that, but the Vehicon is quickly proven correct as the hive slams into the back of the ship and quickly breaches in. Megatron gives the command to kill the Autobots.

Dreadwing and the flying Vehicons rush out and begin attacking the Insecticons who have yet to enter, the some of them split off to attack the flier detachment. The Vehicons really don't like fighting the hive, due to how easily the bugs pick off their ranks, but when Dreadwing manages to kill one of them they just decide to follow Dreadwing's lead even if they can't kill any of the Insecticons.

Inside the ship, some of the Vehicons flee when the bugs starts swarming the halls while some try to hold them off. As they storm, Optimus tells the Autobots to start taking over key areas of the ship with the Insecticon's help, specifically the engine array, the ship's core, and the control room, and other high-security areas if possible. The Autobots nod and split off with Insecticons joining each member, though Optimus has the biggest groups from when the Insecticons split off to follow the others.

Knockout and Shockwave quickly figure out what's going on from Megatron's command and the loud screeching filling the halls. Shockwave goes out to try and deal with the hive himself while Knockout decides to slink his way over to the room he his Breakdown's body and just... stay there. While he is their only medic he's just kinda tired of it. In canon he wanted to escape anyway, so let's just allow him to wallow with his dead hubby's body for now.

Shockwave goes to the nearest thing he believes the Autobots would attack, the engine, and finds some Vehicons there very frazzled and scared to hell and back. He's about to speak to the Vehicons when they hear the screaming of Insecticons. They turn and see some Insecticons barreling down the hall joined by Ultra Magnus and Smokescreen. The Vehicons freak out as Shockwave starts shooting, but his blasts don't even slow them down. Some Insecticons slam into Shockwave, tearing him back and two of the Vehicons just straight up surrender as the rest try and fight back. Those fighting back quickly get rushed by Insecticons while Smokescreen uses the phase shifter to get through the door and confirms it's the engine array. The two Vehicons that surrendered are allowed to stay sitting on the ground while Ultra Magnus tells Smokescreen and some Insecticons to stay here, which they do.

The other areas don't have a named general guard except for the main control room where Megatron is, as Dreadwing is outside with the flying troops, Soundwave is trapped at the hive, Knockout is hiding, and Shockwave is... being torn to shreds. The other Autobots find that taking over other key areas is rather easy, since the Vehicons are so scared of the Insecticons and their main motivator of High Command Judgement being mostly gone, they fold quickly easily either surrendering or running away.

When Optimus and the Insecticons with him storm into the control room, the Vehicons immediately stuff themselves into the corner (one of them dragging Laserbeak with them) as Megatron rushes them. The Insecticons bolt forward and slam into Megatron, slowing him down but they get thrown off and he continues to Optimus. The Star Saber is slammed into Megatron and they start fighting. The Autobots start reporting over comms and the hive that areas are being secured and that the Vehicons are not fighting back. Megatron becomes furious at everything going on and manages to slam Optimus into the hall. A few Insecticons stay behind to secure the control/command room as the others chase after Megatron and Optimus.

They start fighting in the halls and Megatron manages to force Optimus up onto the deck on the Nemesis's roof and slams the doors behind him, keeping the Insecticons following them inside and screaming furiously. Megatron finally gets his one-on-one with Optimus, though it doesn't last very long as the fight that was happening around the ship finally ends as the last flying Vehicon is destroyed and Dreadwing is pinned to the Nemesis by some Insecticons. The ones not dealing with Dreadwing rush over to help their queen and start tearing into Megatron. He starts screaming at the Insecticons, pure anger and rage fueling him, as Optimus is able to slam the Star Saber straight into his spark.

Megatron starts shutting down, cursing out Optimus and the Insecticons before dying. The Insecticons drag the dead frame off of the Star Saber and throw him off the Nemesis into the ocean as the rest of the hive, thus the Autobots and quickly what's left of the Decepticons, learn that Megatron has been defeated. Some of the Vehicons start messaging Knockout and Dreadwing if that's true, and Dreadwing confirms it. The hive roars in victory as the Autobots are very excited.

At the hive, the Insecticons there and Ratchet cheer in victory and Soundwave just... lowers his helm.

Optimus takes off his Autobot brand, which confuses Dreadwing as he's brought down to the desk. The prime then asks Dreadwing if he can put aside his differences and work together with them as they return to Cybertron and rebuild it. Dreadwing takes a moment to just... stare at him, then asks if this is a trick. Optimus denies it, and tells him that he will not stop him if he wishes to stay on Earth and a Decepticon, but he wants to return to Cybertron as a united force. Dreadwing just... smiles, as his original plan after killing Starscream was derailed by Megatron and going neutral was basically said original plan, so takes Optimus's hand. The Insecticons let go of him and he stands, taking off his Decepticon symbol.

The two start going around the ship, calming down the Vehicons and speaking to anyone that is left of the Decepticon High Command still on the ship (uh, just Knockout, who easily agrees). The other Autobots are also asked, though some take off the brand more easily than others. Arcee is the only Autobot that decides to stay on Earth, at least for now, along with some Vehicons who just need some time to process.

They land the Nemesis next to the hive and all the eggs, energon, relic, soft items, etc in the hive start being moved to the ship. Optimus picks Arazoma back up, who is extremely happy to have mama, and he goes to Soundwave with the same offer as everyone else. Soundwave is quiet for a good minute as he thinks, staring at Arazoma happily purring against his mama, but eventually asks Optimus in his own voice for once what Optimus is gonna do once they return to Cybertron, specifically what are they going to teach to any new sparklings about the war. Optimus answers that they will each how the origin of the war was a good cause that became corrupted as its leader lost sight of that good cause in order to take complete control. Soundwave kind of accepts that, but asks that if he accepts Optimus's deal that he be a second-in-command of sorts, to make it clear that the two sides will become one. The prime agrees and Soundwave is allowed out... and immediately gets slammed by a wailing Laserbeak who is happy to have Soundwave back.

They contact the Predacons and Predaking is all to happy to join the agreement and his siblings follow his lead.

The three Insecticons who stick with the kids are allowed to stay behind and basically be the communicators between Earth and Cybertron if the communicator at the old hive doesn't work for whatever reason.

They say goodbye to the humans and the Cybertronians staying behind, then the ship rises into the sky.

Gonna cover the rebuilding and starting to get into the post-war good stuff we can do in this au in another thing, since by god this is way too long I didn't even realize how long this is (feel completely free to split this up into multiple posts with screenshots).

-Oppy Breeding Anon

I'm just reading this like it's an episode of TFP. Gods I love this au so much!!

But yes everyone securing the Nemesis, bots and Insecticons alike. No stone upturned. They are getting to the points they need to be at, and nothing is going to stop them.

But oh, some insecticons would probably die in this fight, maybe not the major ones, some of the background insecticons, but they were still apart of the hive. they were still apart of Optimus's family.

For every one insecticon killed, 6 vehicons were taken down or killed.

Also lmao just one of the bots grabbing Lazerbeak as Op walks inside with his bodyguards walking side by side. The insecticons glaring at Megatron the moment the see him, hissing as they prowl closer.

There is only a slight pause, Megatron readjusting his grip (his eyes not going to Optimus's stomach that is now flat. wasn't there a bump there before? no matter Optimus will be dead by his servos soon.) Maybe they banter back and forth, Megatron trying to get something out of the prime, but theirs nothing. there's no love that was once there before the insecticons joined the autobots.

Maybe Megatron is regretting at this moment to let go of Orion when he still had him. But he has no say in the matter as their fight continues outside. "Did you even love me?" as he's pinned by the insecticons.

"I loved you. I loved you it hurt. But you clearly didn't love me. If we are to meet again, I hope it's on better terms."

There is no hesitation as Optimus kills Megatron, just a strait merciful killing, and by the end of it all, he almost falls, the adrenaline leaving his body as Megatron frame grays. His insecticons are right there to catch him, maybe even holding him up. He just needs to recover before he is alright to move again.

ooh also Arcee staying this time instead of Ratchet(Am i right did ratchet stay back on earth?). Also it fits that Soundwave would become his second in command, considering he can keep a close eye on his late lords child.

#hive queen optimus #tfp

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