#bit of starscream angst

[valacre]

: ̗̀➛ Tender is the Soul

Starscream x Reader

Are you okay?

That question, asked in such a soft voice, persisted in echoing through his processor, yet no matter how much he tried he couldn’t force it out.

Are you okay?

It was pathetic. He had captured you, clutched you in his servo and squeezed until you’d started screaming in pain, and then he’d dropped you without care to remain trapped in the medical bay where Knockout could – he was forced to – watch over you for the meantime. You’d just been bruised, and you ached, but you’d be just fine, or so Knockout had said.

Are you okay?

His lord and master had been in a particularly bad mood today, accusing him of things both true and false, yet little did it matter on whether he defended himself or not, whether he begged or not. He was punished, brutally beaten in front of those who occupied the room, and yet still he had to beg for mercy, to promise to do better if he’d just be given another chance. Megatron hadn’t wished to listen and had told him that there would be no room for excuses today, but alas, he spared Starscream’s life; for now.

He was leaking energon when he’d returned to the medical bay. The injuries had felt bad. He’d realised they’d been much worse once Knockout took one glance at him and subtly gaped in shock. Starscream didn’t want to hear any of it. He didn’t want any false concerns thrown his way, any—anything that could trick him into lowering his guard. No Decepticon could be trusted to be his ally, his friend, and so he gritted his denta and allowed the doctor to mend his wounds before he leaked too much and grew critical.

The silence that followed after Knockout left – to give him time to recover – was as blessed as it was cursed because it was only thanks to that silence that your voice could be heard; small and soft as it was.

“Are you okay?”

And so, here he lay, staring dumbly at you as you sat within your glass cage. Your organic optical ridges were furrowed in either concern or wariness – Starscream guessed for the latter – and you were staring at him, or rather, at his wounds.

“What does it matter to you, fleshling?!” He’d snapped back, and you’d flinched and cast your optics away, curling further into a ball as you held your tiny arms around your legs, either for warmth or protection, Starscream couldn’t say, but it felt good to see you afraid of him.

Why would you care for his health? Why would you even ask? He was the one who brought you here. He was the one who’d doomed you to interrogation, torture, and most likely death. You obviously knew that, and yet you asked him if he was all right.

“That just looks like it hurts,” you said, voice so meek he barely heard you. “Does he hit you often? Megatron, I mean.”

Starscream scoffed. Who else could it be but Megatron?

“Of course, it hurts! Why do you care? If you think I’m going to let you go just because you try to ask for my well-being, then you’re wrong, fleshling. You have valuable information regarding the location of the Autobot base,” he said, then he began to think a little further, “but then again, I could give you a quick and painless end if you tell me all that you know right now, and you won’t fall to the same fate as I.”

You looked at him again, fleshy optics glancing him over, clearly thinking his offer through. However, instead of an answer, you chose to ignore his proposal as if he’d never given it to begin with.

“You’ve done awful things… but not even you deserve to be treated this way,” you said, and he was ready to get angry for your lack of cooperation, but your words struck something within him, and he was rendered momentarily speechless.

He wanted to believe that you were lying, doing what you could to save your own skin, but the look in your eyes told the truth. It wasn’t pity, no, but something else, something softer and kinder that made him feel all kinds of strange. He wasn’t used to receiving this kind of attention, and it almost made him uncomfortable.

He groaned and settled down, feeling miserable and angry, but at least his current condition made him somewhat safe from Megatron’s wrath once you were stolen back by the Autobots.

You’d been taken out of your cage, probably to another room for interrogation, and the glance you’d cast his way made his spark pulse uncomfortably. Your optics were so sweet, so tender, and your face – he began to wonder what it would be like to touch those cheeks – was furrowed in worry. For yourself, and him.

You worried for him.

Why would you worry… for him? You gained nothing from it. Your worry hadn’t spared you out of anything, so… why?

… why.

[quibbs126]

I’ve seen some people suggest the idea of TF One Starscream and Megatronus Prime having been a couple, and while I’m not entirely sure whether I ship it (the potential skystar here has a grip on me), I will say the sheer comedy of the situation makes me strongly consider it

Like I just love imagining Megatron’s reaction to this information being this

He is mortified and really doesn’t want to believe it’s true

But also in some seriousness, I do like the idea with how it relates to Megatron. I remember some months ago someone having a ficlet on here with this ship, where basically Starscream feels like he has to be responsible for and protect Megatron because he failed Megatronus, and because he sees Megatron sort of like a son they never had (or at least I think, it’s been a while since I read it and I don’t know how to find it again), and I like that idea. It’s interesting and also works with the concept that this Starscream is significantly older than Megatron

[jirska]

sneak peek!! of my next work which I will probably upload in a few hours :33

yes, i did them in fun size(starscream is double small so skyfire can basically hold him in in one hand)

[kandicon]

*writes the same exact headcannons in slightly different scenarios over and over again*

[muletia]

[tfp] starscream x human!reader

summary: starscream wakes you up to see the sunrise

cw: fluff, pinch of angst, starscream has feelings for you, silliness, bad writing, i may have butchered his character a bit but i want him to be happy for once

word count: 1365

Aggressive tapping on the window ripped you from a cozy sleep. You quickly propped yourself up on your arms, looking for the source of the sound. The warm blanket slipped off your shoulders, waking you even more. Your sleepy mind tried to shake off the fog with rapid blinking as you looked around, alarmed.

You tapped twice on the screen of your phone lying on the table next to your bed. Four o'clock. Good Lord. So much for sleeping in.

Who would even go through the trouble of reaching your house (crossing acres of untouched forest), tapping on the window hard enough to wake you up, and then disappearing without a trace? A thief? you thought. No, a thief would take extra care not to wake you. And would probably use the front door. With your still-clouded mind, you tried to remember who knew you lived here, but only two names came to mind: your mother and…

Red light pierced through the window, illuminating your bedroom.

Oh, right. He.

You slid out of bed and shuffled to the window. Even with limited light, you could make out the look of impatience on his elongated, metal face. You’d taken too long.

"Finally! Does it take humans this long to wake up?"

"Hi, Starscream," you greeted him. After a few months of acquaintance, you’d learned to ignore his jabs directed at you and your species. "May I ask what you need from me at four"—you emphasized the hour—"in the morning?"

You yawned, and he grimaced, his optics flicking away.

"I need you to finally step outside. Then you're coming with me."

"But it’s so early…"

"Will you be more encouraged if I punch a hole through your wall and take you by force?"

"Honestly, I'm surprised you haven't done that already."

"Don’t tempt me," he warned.

Your mind flashed back to the incident four months ago when he actually demolished half your wall because you apparently hadn’t come outside fast enough. Those were the days of testing his patience, which, as you quickly and painfully learned, was more fragile than porcelain.

"Get out. I'm not giving you a third warning."

You sighed because, unfortunately, he was right; you could soon end up in his servo, your house with yet another unwanted window. You put on your warmest coat, an old shearling from your mother, and left your cozy little home, making sure to lock the door behind you. It was still dark outside, but the first hints of dawn were breaking through the treetops. Sunrise was near.

"Finally! I can’t believe such a simple task took you this long."

"I’m sorry, alright. I just don't want to freeze to death."

One moment, you were standing quietly on the ground, bantering with your alien companion, and the next, he scooped you up in his claws and placed you in his servo. You held tight to his thumb, pressing against the only anchor point several meters above the ground. He was warm, which still amazed you. You nestled closer to his slender finger.

Starscream’s optics lingered on you for a moment, ensuring you were alright. You noticed.

"I’m fine," you assured him, smiling softly.

He looked away, embarrassed to be caught in such a state; you shouldn’t see him like this. You shouldn’t know that he cared, that he was trying to be gentler with your body; that his spark shone brighter when he was with you, that your companionship mattered to him.

The problem was, you did know. The humans he thought were primitives did have well-developed emotional intelligence, and you were no exception. It took you just a few weeks to see right through him. At first, he thought it was about finding his weakness, then stab him in the back, contact the right people or Autobots, and turn him in. Betray him. But each week, the betrayal he almost expected never came, and before he knew it, he started to trust you. And he hoped you trusted him, too—otherwise, you wouldn’t have stepped out of your house at such an early hour to meet him, right? He wanted to call it foolishness and naivety, but he knew you too well by now. You weren't either.

"I haven’t seen you in a while," you remarked after a moment of silence. "Are you okay?"

His wings fluttered happily. If you noticed, you chose not to comment on it, and he was forever grateful for that.

"Yes, I’m alright," he replied briefly.

"I’m glad."

His spark flickered with joy. It was nice to have someone who cared. He couldn’t remember the last time anyone of his kind had asked him something like that. Maybe no one ever had.

"Where are we going?" you asked. You didn’t expect a clear answer, but just listening to his voice gave you comfort. You missed this diva.

"Patience," he deflected. "I don’t want to spoil the surprise."

Oh. You beamed. With one sentence, he made you feel special, not to mention excited. Suddenly, the night’s chill stopped biting your cheeks, and the last traces of irritation at being woken up early faded away.

Starscream noticed the sudden shift in your body language, allowing himself to catch the mood. A dangerous thought popped into his processor—he’d like to see you smiling more, him being the reason for your smile. He wanted to make you happy, not occasionally, not out of whim or boredom; he wanted your smile to be genuine, brought on by his gestures or words. He held onto the hope that his surprise would have a similar effect.

As you climbed the forested hill, Starscream pondered when you stopped being just another human and became [Your Name]. Was it when you didn’t hesitate to express disapproval of Megatron, who had tormented him for most of his long life only to abandon him on an alien planet? Or maybe when you outright told him that you cared for him and that his opinion mattered to you when he wasn’t pointing a weapon at you?

You’d both fallen hard, but he was at the bottom.

"I think I know what this surprise is," you whispered as the forest thinned out, revealing a meadow dotted with rocks. "You remembered that I love sunrises."

"It’s hard to forget when someone keeps pestering you about it."

He was bluffing; you saw right through it. You’d only mentioned it once, a long time ago, but you let him win, not wanting to spoil the moment.

"Thank you," you whispered.

He muttered something under his breath, but his wings lifted proudly, betraying his true emotions.

Starscream stopped in front of a large rock jutting from the ground in the middle of the clearing. He placed his hand on the hard, dewy surface so you could step down and admire the view in front of you.

"Wow," you whispered.

You’d arrived just in time for the sunrise, which was slowly emerging from behind thick clouds, creating an orange gradient, fading into muted pinks and shades of gray. The panorama before you was raw and ethereal. Untouchable. It formed an image Starscream had reserved just for you. And that meant so, so much to you.

"I think I’m going to cry," you sniffled.

"What? Why?" he squawked, stunned.

Did you not like it? Humans only cried when they were sad, right? For Primus’s sake, he’d messed up again, as always. But before his worry could turn to anger, your response reassured him.

"I’m just… so happy. You have no idea how much. Thank you for bringing me here; I’ll never forget it."

There it was again. That pleasant churning in his spark, throwing him off his calculated balance. Would you be just as thrilled if he gave you a star from the sky?

"The pleasure’s all mine," he replied, now focusing his entire attention on you.

Impulsively, he reached out towards you. A sharp claw, designed to cause suffering, now gently brushed your back with the utmost care. Starscream soaked in your contentment like forbidden nectar, losing himself in the moment, wishing it would last forever.

[transformers-spike]

Consider: StarScream x human who thinks they're not good enough for him because of how different they r physically even if they do love him to death (this can be SFW or NSFW, same amount of drama tbh)

This got pretty damn sad. It has a good deal of angst and a bit of spice, plus a hurt/comfort element to it. Anyway, Starscream is trying his best

You don’t deserve him. Quite frankly, you don’t deserve anyone. You’re meek, untalented and homely. Among others of your kind, you are below average in everything, and the least qualified in your position. It was a stroke of luck, or rather an attempt to self-destruct through entertaining contact with metal titans. Some idiotic part of you thought it would quell the pain in your chest after your disillusionment with the US government. They promised you altruism, said you could accomplish great things for the population, take care of the less fortunate, protect those neglected by the system and take the new generation under your wing while guiding them towards a brighter future. You were a fool for believing their silver lies, but was it so wrong to dream of a world where you mattered in the eyes of the powers that be? To think that, if only for a moment, there was something greater looking out for everyone’s well-being? Evidently, you were wrong.

Starscream was the one who saw potential in you, however small. He noticed your fancy government badge that didn’t mean shit to you anymore and decided you were a good fit for his newest project. With enough classified documents under your belt to qualify as a government risk, you were considered a good fit to aid them in infiltrating and dismantling the very structure providing the Autobots with invaluable aid.

It didn’t take much convincing, you had already given up on a position you’d worked your whole life towards, and after what you witnessed at the top, you would do anything to get back at the very same people leaving others to die just to line their own pockets with money. Maybe that was what brought you close in the first place; a shitty boss pretending to support a cause he didn’t believe in, mistreating his subordinates on a whim, berating others for minor mistakes until they cracked under the pressure. In the beginning, Starscream regarded you with poorly hidden contempt, no different from your human superiors. But little by little, through mutual exhaustion, he’s begun to begrudgingly view you as a competent collaborator. Dedicated to a fault, you’ve worked your ass off providing the requested information to your titans to drown out the fear eating at your brain, warning you of your imminent demise at their hands. But what could you do? Life traded you one anxiety for another, and at least the threat they posed was physical, no hidden motivations to look out for under a veneer of kindness. Simple, but effective. Entertaining a workplace relationship with the likes of a giant metal alien wasn’t expected by any means, but you’ve accepted it quickly under uncertain circumstances. There was no proper time to contemplate your actions, much less take a hard look at your situation and rebuke yourself for taking everything in stride. Survival was talking, and there was no questioning it with your head on the chopping block and someone as elegant as him offering respite. He always seems on edge, stiff and analytical. His sharp optics observing those under his command, taking account of their body language, the subtlest reactions, and adapting his management accordingly. It’s no secret you admire him for it. When you first complimented him to his face, he seemed outright baffled, only to quickly recover and brush it off in his typical self-assured tone. 

He latches onto praise so easily, clinging onto your every word despite his rebuttals. It’s only natural you give him what he deserves. After being terrorized by the tyrant for eons, it’s the best you can offer him, no matter how meagre. “Interfacing” is… complicated to say the least, disregarding the major size difference. Your little trysts are kept a tight-lipped secret, and for that you are grateful; you would rather not tarnish his hard-earned reputation. He’s the one doing most of the touching, careful digits ghosting over flesh, shiny metal mesh pristine next to the moles and stretch marks staining your greasy skin. Occasionally, he presses his intake between your legs and pleasures you until you’re shaking. You don’t deserve it, yet he offers it in spades, stroking his beautiful spike in tandem with his talented glossa. Sometimes you get to do more; to bring your mouth to his anterior node and work his delicate valve until he overloads around your hand, a beautiful cyan turned purple under the red glow of his biolights. 

You’re so lucky to be around him, to see his softer side; optics half-lidded, wings reclined behind his back, a smile tugging at the corners of his lips; completely at ease in your presence. What makes you so special to him? You’ve asked him innumerable times and received little more than an eye roll and an order to stop wasting your energy on such trash. Is it really your fault? Your mind’s pointing out the obvious. He is sleek and elegant while you are little more than vermin in his presence. The thoughts have consumed you to a point y our work has started to suffer; acceptable results have become mediocre or downright terrible.

The seconds are ticking by. He has mentioned intending to “discuss” your recent drop in performance, and the mere notion of it makes you sick to your stomach. You brace yourself for disappointment, for the end of your ambiguous liaison, be it under blaster fire or a simple permanent dismissal from his habsuite. You’re sitting down, twiddling your thumbs, head hanging low awaiting your executioner's method. When he enters the room, your heart clenches in your chest, yet you do not dare meet his gaze. It only seems to enrage him further, he's already beaten down after a long day of dealing with the likes of Megatron. “Human,” he sneers, familiar disdain oozing from his voice. “Cease this needless self-pitying festivity at once!” “Or what?” you say numbly. Your uncharacteristic interruption stops him in his tracks, optics scanning your blank expression. “Are you going to end me now? After you’ve invested so much in this human fuck up?" you thumb at yourself. "Do it. It’s not like I’ve made any real progress anyway.” He furrows his optical ridge, contempt sketched into a sneer. “Alright. I see you are in no state to cooperate,” he responds, deceptively calm. He leans down to your height and offers you his servo. When you don’t climb in he lets out a furious ex-vent and grabs you. Eye to optic, dizzy from the sudden manhandling you should have grown accustomed to by now, you make no effort hiding the misery underlining the dark circles under your eyes. “If you wished to discuss such a trivial subject, then you should have brought it forth after my shift,” he thrusts a razor-sharp digit at your chest. “Trivial, huh?” You tilt your head for sarcastic emphasis. He sucks in a deep in-vent. “You have a single klik to speak your mind.” “Oh? 8.3 minutes? How awfully generous of you, Commander,” you mock, intending to waste every single second digging a grave to lie in. He looks just about ready to punt you out of an airlock when… “Why do you feel so inadequate?” The question feels like having a bowling ball dropped on your head. “What?” “Must I repeat myself?” he hisses.

You pause, struggling to collect the words on your tongue. Each time you think you find the right answer, it dissolves right at the tip of your palette. Eventually, you give up and gesture at yourself in defeat. “Because look at me !” you snarl. “You’re… everything while I’m nothing compared to you!” He leans back, his anger at your outburst soon eclipsed by an odd (if not somewhat begrudging) sympathy. “You’re a human,” he points out matter-of-factly. “Is that not enough of a value indicator? Out of all the fleshbags scurrying around your planet, you are uniquely easy on the optics, rather tolerable and, might I add, competent in your field.” You swallow the lump in your throat. “But you could have gone for another Cybertronian. If we’re so inferior, why-” “Have you even met any of my subordinates?” he snaps. “If the crew had been different and the circumstances allowed it, maybe I would have entertained the notion. But I would rather tear out my audio receptors than be with the likes of them .” He shudders. He gingerly presses a claw to your cheek. “You’re worthy of my presence. There. Gratified? You should be,” he grumbles. You pull his digit into a hug and proceed to bawl your eyes out.

[in1-nutshell]

Can i Request Tfp Breakdown having a daughter, a youngling who is the opposite of him. She likes to fight, but with swords.

She is the niece of Bulkhead and Wheeljack, and Jackie is her fav uncle. One day, she had to fought with Bulkhead, but because of their story, she spared him. Starscream saw and told Megatron. Megs saw this as traitor behavior and decided to destroy her. BD with the help of his partner KO, the other dad of the kid, managed to get her to autobot territory. They hugged her and told her that everything would be okay. And then she passed out because of KO. The couple called the bots and told them about the situation and agreed to take her in.

(I love the daughters with opposite personality, Ironbolt is currently my Fav 🩷)

Another daughter to add to the list!

I will be figuring out a name for her and putting it on the Buddy name list when I do!

Hope you enjoy!

Breakdown with a daughter with the opposite personality

SFW, Platonic, Familial, Angst, Cybertronian reader

TFP

Buddy had known Breakdown since she was a sparkling.

Her parents were good friends with him and Bulkhead, after having worked in the same construction team for a couple of years.

Neither parent was able to stay at home with the sparkling, so she often came to the construction sites.

The bots didn’t mind the new cute face playing in their little play pin away from anything dangerous.

One thing the bots found out was that the sparkling could be incredibly fussy if things weren’t according to plan.

Breakdown looks at a slightly uncomfortable Bulkhead. Breakdown: “Bulk? You, okay? You look like a turbo fox’s gnawing on your pede.” Bulkhead: “I’m okay. It’s just…” Bulkhead motioned behind him. Breakdown looked behind him. Buddy was clutching the sides of her play pin with a glare that would make any bot say sorry. Bulkhead: “It started when I accidentally put her coloring pads in the other corner by her energon formula.” Breakdown: “Wait doesn’t she usually have the pads—” Bulkhead: “On the other side, I know now!” Both mechs look at the sparkling. She was still glaring at them. Breakdown and Bulkhead feel an uncomfortable shiver down their backstruts. Breakdown: “How long has she been staring at you?” Bulkhead: “We’re on hour 2… I don’t know how long she can do this for…”

But the sparkling did have a softer side for her parents and those she deemed worthy of being in her presence.

Nonetheless, the crew loved that little grumpy sparkling.

It was the highlight of their day if they caught a glimpse of the little thing playing with her makeshift toys.

The Accident happened a year before Megatron marched out of the Senate.

There was an explosion inside one of the sites.

It was the one where Buddy and their parents were.

As soon as Breakdown and Bulkhead heard about it, they quickly made their way to the hospital where the patients were recovering.

Buddy’s parents were the closest to the explosion.

Most likely terminated in an instant.

Buddy was lucky enough to make it out with minor scrapes and cuts.

Breakdown was the one who went to get Buddy.

Breakdown enters the room slightly panicked. Breakdown: “Buddy! Buddy are you—” Breakdown stops talking seeing the cherry red framed doctor. The doctor looked at him curiously. Breakdown: “Umm…” Buddy’s helm pops from the doctor’s side. Buddy: “Breakdown!” The sparkling jumps from the med slab and runs straight for Breakdown’s opened arms, burying her face into his chassis. Breakdown sighs in relief. Breakdown: “Thanks for taking care of her.” The doctor huffs. Knockout: “That’s Doctor to you.” He looks a bit more at the mech before smiling. Knockout: “But I guess you can call me Knockout, sweet rims.” Breakdown exe has stopped working.

Buddy didn’t let go of him for a couple of hours, she did go to Bulkhead from time to time, but mainly latched onto Breakdown.

He and Bulkhead step up to the plate to raise Buddy.

Tears up when Buddy starts calling him ‘dad’.

Does pull Buddy aside and tells her about what happened to her actual parents.

Breakdown finishes telling Buddy the story. Buddy looks at him confused. Buddy: “Do you not like it when I call you ‘Dad’?” Breakdown: “Its not that I don’t like it. I don’t deserve that title, Buddy.” Buddy puts her servos on her hips and looks at him with a stern look on her face. Buddy: “I’m still going to call you Dad. You raised me, took me in, and you care for me. If I’m not wrong, isn’t what a parent does?” Breakdown: “Well there’s more stuff but that is the gist.” Buddy: “Then you’re my dad. I don’t care if you’re not biological or that stuff—wait are you crying?” Breakdown with tears in his optics: “N-nope.”

Breakdown is not crying

Nope he is not

Buddy nearly gives Bulkhead whiplash when he hears her call him Uncle.

Breakdown just tells him to go with it.

War breaks out.

The three of them join the Autobot side.

They end up in the Wrecker’s unit.

Breakdown makes it clear to Buddy that she is not going to go out on the field until she is older.

Buddy just nods and helps with the cleaning and restocking.

Something that she is surprisingly good at.

Enter Wheeljack.

Breakdown doesn’t know how his sparkling, a grumpy grump ended up befriending, arguably one of the most chaotic Wrecker’s.

Buddy is running alongside Wheeljack across the base. Breakdown notices Buddy has something in her servos. Breakdown: “Buddy what do you have in your servos?” Buddy, still running raises both her servos displaying twin swords in them. Buddy: “Swords!” Breakdown and Bulkhead start running after her. Breakdown: “Buddy no!” Bulkhead: “Jackie why!?” Wheeljack: “Have you seen her cut things with them? She’s a natural!” Breakdown: “I will break your swords and shove them up your—” Buddy glancing back giving him a quick glare: “Dad! We don’t swear!”

As the war drew on longer, Breakdown started seeing more and more of what the Decepticon’s stood for.

He kept his thoughts to himself until he saw a familiar coat of cherry red sprinting across the battlefield.

He began to see Knockout in secret after that day.

Often asked Bulkhead, Wheeljack or another trusted Wrecker to watch over Buddy.

Buddy was worried about her father’s sudden disappearances, but never voiced it.

Bulkhead and Wheeljack had enough on their plates, so, instead she organized the inventory to get her processor off of things.

The inventory never looked so clean and organized.

Finally, the day came.

Breakdown told her that they both were going to join the Decepticon’s.

Buddy blinks looking at him. Breakdown: “Well, what do you think?” CLANK! Breakdown: "OW! Buddy!” Buddy had thrown a lugnut in between his optics. Buddy stood up looking at him with fury in her optics. Buddy: “Direct me what debris hit you in the helm from the bombing so I can beat it to oblivion for you TO EVEN CONSIDER DEFECTING!” Buddy clenches her servos. Buddy: “What are you even thinking!? No, you’re not!” Breakdown: “Buddy calm down—” Buddy: “You have no RIGHT TO TELL ME TO CALM DOWN AFTER TELLING THIS SCRAP!”

They both tried talking but Buddy was not having it.

Buddy fell asleep angry after that argument… something Breakdown was counting on.

His sparkling was notorious for being a heavy sleeper.

Breakdown ended up taking a sleeping Buddy across enemy lines and asked to join.

Buddy went to sleep an Autobot and woke up with a Decepticon badge on her shoulder.

She hated the Nemesis.

She didn’t talk to Breakdown for a long time after receiving the same work she was doing with the Wrecker’s.

She came around eventually.

It was a slow process, rebuilding their trust, but they made it work.

Meeting Knockout was when everything clicked.

Was part of her angry?

Yes.

Was part of her understanding?

Also, yes.

Buddy and Knockout are in the medbay waiting for Breakdown to come in. Buddy: “… You really love him, don’t you?” Knockout is a bit surprised from the question but remains composed. Knockout: “He’s the least bad out of the bunch here.” Buddy: “You didn’t answer the question, Doctor.” Knockout: “… I do.” Buddy gives a weary smile. Buddy: “You make him happy… I’m happy that he has someone else, but…” Buddy points both her swords at the doctor. Buddy: “I swear I will hunt you down if you break his spark. You WILL BEG for mercy when I’m through with you.” Breakdown enters as Buddy swiftly puts her swords back, acting like nothing happened. Breakdown: “Hey! Everything okay?” Knockout nods a bit scared from the sudden threat. Buddy smiles: “Just giving Knockout here a talk, nothing much.”

Knockout never thought a youngling would make him feel more nervous than Megatron walking into his medbay.

Speaking of other Decepticon’s, Buddy hated almost every single one of them.

Starscream and Megatron were at the top of her list.

The youngling knew well enough not to make her new superiors angry… but that didn’t stop her from making some inconveniences.

Starscream: “You! Where are the new missiles!” Buddy: “Nothing is new here Starscream.” Starscream: “That is Commander Starscream to you.” Buddy does a mock bow. Buddy: “Well, Commander Starscream, we don’t have anymore right now. You used the last ones trying to offline Megatron again.” Starscream: “I demand you make more!” Buddy gives him a deadpan look. Buddy: “Yes, I’ll do that when I get everything else in the storage rooms fixed.” Starscream: “And how long will that take!” Buddy: “Given you blew up part of it, consider it a ‘long time’ until we get the necessary material to fix the breach.” Starscream threw his servos in the air and stomped away. Buddy smirked a bit looking at the nearby box with said missiles, safely tucked away and out of sight.

Timeskip to Earth…

Buddy recently begun to scout for the Con’s.

She was out with some of the Vechicon’s and Starscream as her ‘supervisor’, but she knew for a fact he was using this as an excuse to complain about Megatron and talk about what a great leader he would be.

Even though there was proof what happened the last time he was left leader.

They get ambushed by the Autobots.

Buddy is deflecting all blasts with her swords.

Eventually she is forced to battle Bulkhead.

She really didn’t want to, but his raised wrecking ball said otherwise.

Buddy sees an opening and manages to knock Bulkhead down, pointing her sword straight at his neckcables. Bulkhead just stares at the sword and then at her. She blinks as her steady servo suddenly starts shaking. Bulkhead: “Well, are you going to do it Con?” She quickly backs off, almost dropping her swords and looks at the ground. Bulkhead, confused gets up not sure what to do. Bulkhead: “Umm… what—” Buddy: “Go.” Bulkhead: “What?” Buddy: “Just go Bulkhead.” Bulkhead just looks at her confused. Buddy: “Are your audials rusty? Go!”

Bulkhead gives one last glance before transforming and racing to the groundbrigde.

Unaware that Starscream had seen the exchange.

Back at the Nemesis…

Starscream immediately goes to Megatron and tells what he had seen.

Now, normal Megatron would have asked Buddy himself for her side of the story given how his Second in Command tended to paint some stories.

Too bad Starscream chose the moment when Megatron had placed more Dark energon in his chassis.

Dark energon Megatron immediately understands this as an act of treason and must be terminated.

He excuses Starscream and calls in Breakdown.

Breakdown comes in a bit nervous but doesn’t show it.

Megatron tells him to take Buddy out of the Nemesis and terminate her for her treason.

Breakdown takes a step back immediately asking why.

Megatron glares at him asking if he wants to join her.

Breakdown just slightly bows and leaves.

Just before Megatron demanded proof when he was done with her.

Breakdown quickly tells the news to Knockout.

Both of them fear for Buddy.

Breakdown wants to break something.

Knockout literally knocks some sense into him saying that that wasn’t going to help Buddy.

Both come up with a plan.

Buddy in the meantime was having inner turmoil.

This had been the first time in years that she had seen Bulkhead.

It brought up too many painful memories.

She snapped out of her thoughts when Breakdown called her asking if she wanted to go out with him and Knockout for a drive.

Buddy a bit surprised agrees.

Breakdown catches Megatron out of the corner of his optic before they enter the groundbridge.

Through the whole drive, they talked about anything and everything.

In it, Buddy confessed to letting Bulkhead go, she couldn’t do him in after all this time.

She quietly asks if they are both disappointed in her.

They tell her no.

That answer was good enough for her.

Buddy did however start to notice that they were entering an area notorious for Autobot sightings.

But it was also Knockout’s favorite place to race.

Best not to think too hard.

They transformed in a slightly wooded area. Buddy looks around. Buddy: “Isn’t this a bit too close to Autobot territory? I get that its nice, but we could get caught—” Breakdown cuts her off by bringing her into a tight hug. Buddy is a bit surprised but hugs back. Buddy: “Hey, is everything okay? You don’t usually do this out in the open.” Breakdown looks at his sparkling, his little one. Breakdown: “I just love ya kid.” Buddy looks a bit flustered and hugs a bit tighter. Buddy: “Love you too Dad.” Breakdown lets out a shaky sigh. Breakdown: “Everything’s going to be okay.” Buddy looks at him confused. Buddy: “What do you mean—AAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHH!”

Knockout used his electric staff, knocking her out cold.

Breakdown just held her limp frame as Knockout grabbed a scalpel and quickly removed it from her shoulder, drawing a bit of energon on the badge.

Enough proof for Megatron.

Breakdown sent out an old Autobot S.O.S while Knockout patched up the bleeding shoulder.

It took a couple of minutes before a groundbrigde came out.

It was Bulkhead and Ratchet.

Bulkhead stood in front of Ratchet and ready to attack Breakdown when he noticed Buddy in his arms.

Bulkhead: “Breakdown? What in the Pits is this.” Breakdown: “Thanks to Buddy having a soft spark, you got away.” Bulkhead: “And?” Breakdown: “Starscream saw it. He reported back to Megatron that she let you go on purpose.” Bulkhead and Ratchet both tensed hearing the Second in Commands name. Breakdown looked down sadly at his youngling. Breakdown: “…Megatron gave me orders to terminate her—” Bulkhead: “Hold up! You called us here to watch you offline your own sparkling!?” Ratchet: “Bulkhead wait, I think he has more to say.” Breakdown: “ Obvoiusly there is no way I’m terminating my own child Bulk.” Ratchet: “See.” Breakdown: “That’s why I’m giving her to you.” Bulkhead and Ratchet: “What?!” Breakdown: “Buddy was never Con material. I should have never taken her to the other side and now termination looming over her helm… she’ll be safer with you Bots.” Bulkhead: “What do you mean taken her? I thought you both—” Breakdown chuckles humorlessly. Breakdown: “The day I told her about going to the Con’s, she tried talking and knocking some sense back into my processor. I took her across the line when she was sleeping, nearly cost my entire relationship with her. Bulkhead, this is my last chance to make it up to her, give her a fighting chance to live for a cause she can fight for.” Ratchet looks angrily at the Ex-Wrecker. Bulkhead is quiet for a couple of seconds. Bulkhead: “…Pass her over.” Breakdown hesitates a bit before gently placing Buddy into Bulkhead’s arms. Breakdown nods at the two bots before turning to Knockout and start to head out. Bulkhead: “Breakdown.” Breakdown stops. Breakdown: “Yeah?” Bulkhead: “Anything else I should know about her?” Breakdown: “She’s still the same grump Bulkhead… but do watch out for her swords.” With that Breakdown and Knockout transformed and raced out of the area.

Breakdown refused to look back, because if he did, he wouldn’t be able to go back to the Nemesis.

This…

This was for the best.

Ratchet was making sure the wound on Buddy’s shoulder was properly addressed while Bulkhead looked closely at the youngling in his arms.

She wasn’t the little sparkling he remembered chasing Wheeljack around with her swords.

Buddy had grown.

She had hit a grow spurt during her time with the cons, easily a helm shorter than him.

As the three bots walked into the groundbrigde, Bulkhead was thinking on a way to explain this situation to the rest of the team.

…This was going to be fun…

[solar4seekstron]

Before and So Forth - Chapter Eight

Transformers One Indie Series

Transformers One x Cybertronian!GN!Reader

Chapter Eight: Megatronus, Sentinel, and Starscream

Chapter One, Chapter Two, Chapter Three, Chapter Four, Chapter Five, Chapter Six, Chapter Seven

-Timeline One: Sentinel

-Timeline Two: Starscream

Content: 18+, Megatronus is such a husband in this I can’t-

TW/Tags: Angst with Starscream and a bit with Soundwave, Megatronus is my beloved OMFG, a bit of sexual harassment, death, fake death, sad endings.

Notes: While writing this for some reason I imagine his voice sounding like Bryan Tyree Henry's voice. Silly but while writing for Megatronus here I was like “OH LORD THIS MAN IS MAKING ME FEEL THINGS-“ so- yeah-.

It was peaceful in Iacon. The light making its way through the cracks in the underground Iacon city. The Sun shines through the windows of many apartments in different directions.

Megatronus awakens in his berth as the sun shines over his optics. A small smile plastered on his dermas. Optics looking at his open window.

Showing the beautiful city around and above him. A perfect way to start the day. Meanwhile to same happening to another special bot apartment. Yours.

You woke up from your peaceful recharge as soon as the sun hit your optics. For the first time in a good while. A smile was on your dermas once awaken.

Soon, sitting up on your berth. You then stood up and started to get yourself polished.

During your clean-up, you soon felt a tug in your spark. Megatronus sending you a warm feeling through the bond as a good morning. You smiled and sent another one to him. You continued after he didn't respond.

Your frame is nice and shiny all over. You chuckled to yourself. Mostly like a girly giggle. Your pedes kicked a little in the air as you sat in a chair. After grabbing a piece of energy, you made your way to your door with a skip.

Primus you must seem ridiculous, soon flying to the tower. Making your way towards the entrance. Once inside you made your way into the halls. Getting closer and closer. That’s when you ran into the chest of Soundwave. Who was waiting for you at the corner of the hall? He knew you’d bump into him once you turned to the next hall.

The halls. We’re pretty quiet. Many must have been getting ready for a mission based on the report you received before waking up.

Before you could respond, he then grabbed your wrist. Pulling your frame back against his own. His other arm moves around your waist.

His upper frame leaned forward, making your upper half lean back.

He then played through his blaster the intro song of that drama series you and Shockwave watched the other day as one of the main mech characters' voice speaks over the sound. “Let us rule to city..together. With Our Passion My Love!.”

Soundwave acting according to the scene to the sound. Not speaking. You just stared at him for a moment before crossing your arms between you both.

Trying to hold in a chuckle while he remained looking at you. You then well nonchalantly your words, taking him by surprise. “This ain’t going be enough to change my mind Soundwave?” Soundwave helm lay low while you kept staring at him with a smirk. You are both still in the same position.

Frenzy then spoke from behind. “Well, we tried. Guess it wasn’t meant to be.”

Rumble hit the back of Franzys helm while Ravage just did a frog blink. Soundwave standing fully straight while still holding you. Finally letting you go and just looked down. You then placed a cervo on his shoulder as you spoke.

”We can talk about the success of the prime after the meeting. Alright?”

Soundwave just watched you while you made your way past him. You then give Rumble and Frenzy ‘the look’ as your pet ravages on the head. Fully passing them to one of the meeting rooms with Starscream and the other primes.

Not seeing Soundwave glaring at both Rumble and Frenzy who just chuckles nervously while Ravage scratches herself against the wall.

At the meeting. You took your seat next to Shockwave. His one optic followed you while he spoke to you. His optic even doing a full 180n as he watched you walk past behind him and then sit.

“Ah, Y/N how did Soundwave's little attempt at romance drama go for you?” His voice spoke with curiosity. You let out a chuckle.

”it was as romantic as he could make it. Sadly it’s not enough as it would in a TV show.” Shockwave let out a sigh and started to read on a data pad that was in his cervo while he spoke. “I remember when he tried that with me after we broke up. It didn’t work but I still appreciated.” He said so casually.

You were reading a data pad that was at your seat. Until his words are finally processed in your mind. You then turn your helm towards him in a bit of confusion.

His optic looking down at his data pad while he is reading. His one optic showing it. You were about to ask, not being aware of his and Soundwave's former relationship. But then you’re cut off when Megatronus's voice is heard.

Both you and Shockwave turn your helms towards him. You already had your usual smile on your dermas.

So it was harder to not let it grow larger as you watched and listened to Megatronus speak. “Now then my soldiers. Today is the day the me and the other primes go to the surface to end this war. Megatron's voice boomed. Sitting at the head of the table.

Alchemist and Nexus Prime were there with him. Taking their seats at both sides of him while he spoke. You looked down at your data with your usual smile.

The others did the same while he continued to speak. You glanced at him. Seeing that he was looking at you too. Your smile grew a bit larger as your optics stared down at your data pad once more. You know he’s smiling under his mask.

He then looks back at his data pad. Never have stopped talking.

“As for the rest of you, the order is that some of you stay here to keep watch and guard the city. More of the guards coming with us as a possible backup. We already made it clear for Soundwave and Starscream to be sure to reach any of you who choose to stay in case of any changes and emergencies. Is that clear?”

Everyone in the room nodded in agreement. You placed the data pad down while Megatronus continued. He continued while you listened. Looking at him just like Shockwave did. Mostly to not seem suspicious.

“Now we leave at 2. Arriving an hour before their meet-up. Keep your guard up and don’t disappoint. You are the high guard. You don’t just serve us primes. You also serve Iacon.” For a moment he stared at everyone else. He glanced at you for a little while longer before looking away. You knew he meant that on purpose.

“Dismissed.” He kept holding his larger datapad while the other two primes then started speaking. You walking along with the others next to Shockwave.

Your optics choose to glance towards Megatronus once more. But you noticed his optics seemed almost sad while he stared down at his data pad. Nexus speaking as Megatronus and Alchemist just nodded in agreement. You continued to walk out through the hall with Shockwave.

He made sure to wave you goodbye with his cervo. You doing the same.

Then looking down at your data pad while you made your way to the waiting room to join the others. That is until someone grabbed your arm. Stopping you. When you looked back, you were met with Starscream.

A frown as usual on his dermas while he stared down at you. You spoke. Your voice is streaky and calm. “Starscream? Is something up.”

He seemed to be in deep thought before speaking. His expression and optics are a bit softer. “This mission will be very dangerous. I would hate for you and your Conjunx to join us. Because we don’t know what to expect once there.”

He leaned down a bit. His voice grew quieter.

You just stared at him with your bright yellow optics. His cervo still holding your arm. You finally responded in a hushed tone. There are still others around you two of course.

”I’ll make that choice with my partner. So you’ll see me when you see me.” You can see the annoyance in his expression. You then leaned your helm up closer to his own. His own remained still while you both continued to stare at each other.

”Why don’t we wait to do this, after the meeting yeah? See you then.” You finally leaned your helm back. Pulling your arm away and walking away from him. Starscreams cervo is now down to his side while he watches you walk away with narrowed optics.

Seeming to be deep in thought. His optics continue to stare at you, while Soundwave, Rumble, and Frenzy Peaked your helms out from the corner of the hall looking at you walk away and Starscream still standing there.

You make your way closer and closer to the room. Descending to wait to speak to Megatronus before it was time. It was still morning after all.

As you got closer, you noticed this purple femme walking by. She was built differently than the bots who you usually see around here. She just looked at you with a side optic. A frown on her dermas before she walked into a room. Sentinel quarters..You watched as the door opened.

Sentinel was there holding a data pad. As you continued walking you’d noticed this strange red button on the data pad he was holding. He didn’t seem. To notice you when she closed the door behind you.

You looked down for a moment as you kept walking with the others down the hall. So, you kept moving forward. But then you got an idea. And start to make your way to the training room you always go to. That’ll be a good place to clear your mind and possibly wait for Megatronus call.

Once there, you made sure to take a seat on the floor. Close enough to the door without getting hit. You then pulled out your sword. Not being able to use them for a while. You then looked down at it.

Seeing your reflection, seeing your scar on your cheek. You’re optics unsure and scared of what’ll happen in a few hours. It’s only the sixth day of this damn week. Yet it feels so much longer. You then look up unsure. You felt certain of your choice before. But now.

Going against bigger Quintessons. You might not come back. Even if Megatronus is there or not. If you stay then you’ll have a better chance at surviving. Waiting for his return.

But would that make you less of a warrior? Maybe not.

Staying to protect Iacon is part of your job as well. You let out a choked sob. You didn’t even realize you were crying. Everything changed in more ways than one, this week. And now you’re down to a choice that can go bad in every other way.

If Megatronus ones return to you, then it can be the end of your current relationship with Starscream, Soundwave, and possibly even Shockwave.

Primus, why can’t life in Iacon be simple?

You didn’t realize you were sitting there for several minutes. You were so deep in thought. Only being able to be taken out of your thoughts when a larger cervo placed itself on your shoulder.

You then turned your helm towards the bot. It was Megatronus. You were about to stand, but his cervo on your shoulder kept you in place.

He then makes himself comfortable next to you. His cervo then holding the side of your waist he then pulls out his cog. Making his frame turn smaller and smaller next to you. His cervo remains on your waist. He noticed the worry on your face. Then speaking. “Don’t worry. The doors are locked.”

He let out a chuckle while he took off his mask. You let out a soft sigh.

“My apologies, Megatronus. I just. Well, don’t know what’s the right choice. I wish to stay to protect Iacon and come as backup. But shouldn’t I also join you in the fight? What if…” You sigh. “Megatronus these are the higher up Quintissons. What if I’m not as strong enough?

Megatronus other cervo gently held your chin. Making you look at him, making you stop. You stared up at him while he stared down at you. You then watched as he leaned down. Giving you a gentle and loving kiss.

You return the kiss. Your optics closing while you take the moment. His optics staring down at you.

His optics are soft and bright. His white optics admire your every feature. Your kiss remains. Quiet. Yet enough to be heard in the room. You let out a soft sigh between kisses. His cervo once holding your chin moved to gently hold one of your cervos.

He is the one to pull away before leaning down again to kiss your cheek. Then your neck.

Then your shoulder. Every kiss is soft and delicate. Your optics remain close. Both his servos holding you and keeping you close to his frame. Your cervos instinctively take their place on his shoulders.

Megatronus continued for a couple more minutes before he let out a deep chuckle.

��You speak as if anything will happen to you. I will never let anything happen to you. As long as I live.” He looks at you once more. His cervo around yours gives a good squeeze of reassurance.

“Remember Sweetspark. You are MY Conjunx. So when I return. No matter what choice you make. I better see a smile on your dermas and in my arms without wasting another second.” He said all with a smile. He then let out another deep chuckle while you just stared at him with unsure optics once more.

He gives you another gentle kiss on your dermas.

His dermas only a couple of inches from yours when he pulled back. Then whispering in his softer tone. “Tonight, I’ll be the one making the dinner. You just stay by my side and look wonderful for me my love. After all. You made sure your frame looked extra nice today. Didn’t you?”

A bright yellow blush appears on your cheeks. Your optics widened a little. He noticed you cleaned up your frame with an extra polish. He let out another deep chuckle. “Make your choice my love. No matter what. We will reunite with each other.”

”I Promise.”

You responded with a shaky voice. “I know you will. My Love.” You finished. As soon as his dermas connect with yours one last time. The kiss lasted for a whole minute until he finally pulled away. Receiving a call from Sentinel.

Megatronus let out a soft groan. His cervo once on your waist moves to his audio sensors to answer the call. His other remains on your cervo.

He talked through the call while you waited. Your helm slowly and hesitantly rests on the side of your helm on his shoulder. Almost hearing his spark while he continued to speak. His frame was so warm. The side of your frame, starting with your shoulder was against his front frame.

Your optics close for a moment while trying to at least enjoy another moment with him. The call was soon over and he let out an annoyed sigh. He looked down at you. Then placing a soft kiss on the top of your helm.

Speaking once more. “I’m sorry my dear. It appears we’ll have to head out earlier. Like..30 minutes..I deeply apologize.” You panicked a little. Sitting up a little more.

Your helm and frame were no longer on him as you spoke. “Megatronus-“

”Shh shh listen. Nothing will change. It’s just the timing. Make your choice. And whatever you pick. I’ll love you as you are.”

He gives you one last kiss before pressing his forehead against yours. Optics closed for a moment. Yours closing as well. “I..” You spoke for a moment. Before continuing. “I’ll see you then. After my choice.” You gave a reassuring smile.

His smile grew a little more. He then put back on his mask. “Until then, Sweetspark.” He stood up before you. You watch while he puts on his cog and makes his way to the door while his frame grows larger. His helm turning to face you. He then gives you a nod. Unlocking the door. Then walking out.

Once the door closes behind you, you feel a warmth in your spark. Megatronus gently pulls at your spark. You let out a soft chuckle, your cervo placing itself over your chest.

You let out a soft sigh. Sitting there for another few minutes. Optics are closed while you imagine everything from this week with everyone. To when Megatronus first placed his dermas on your own for the first time. When Starscream kissed your shoulder and the many times he spoke to you.

Shockwaves questions to you when you both watched your favorite show. Your small yet meaningful moments with Soundwave. Along with what Rumble and Frenzy said to you.

Not to mention everything with Sentinel Prime. The kiss he forced upon you. And the lady from earlier today meeting with Sentinel.

Your moment last night when you finally bonded with Megatronus for the first time after such a blessed night. And then. The moment of you and Megatronus in each other's arms. Sharing a wonderful kiss just from minutes ago.

A smile remains on your dermas.

You have to make a choice now. Thinking about both Megatronus and Starscream's words..what can you do? You sit thinking for just a few more moments. As many mechs words flow through your mind.

Until you finally got it.

You stood up. Getting in front of the door. Determination in your optics as the doors soon open. You taking a step out. For a moment you glanced down the hall across from you. Where the sentinel door was, where that femme walked through. You thought for just a moment. Looking down until you pulled yourself together.

Finally, your pede takes a step before you. Making your way to your destination.

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Timeline One Sentinel

You made your way to the left to the room where bots would be staying as backup.

Opening the door where you don’t see many bots. Just two. A purple femme and a green mech were currently speaking to each other. You made your way to one of the bleachers of the lobby. Waiting for orders by one of the primes or a superior. You then send a message of a feeling through your spark.

Megatronus meanwhile was getting his weapons ready. He felt the pull through his spark. Knowing what it meant thanks to the feeling. He smiled under his dermas and sent a pull through the bond.

Letting you know it’s alright. And an “I love you” through the spark. You smiled gently while the other two didn't pay much attention.

Along with the other high guard, Starscream and Soundwave were waiting for orders near the entrance for the other primes. Ready and sure of themselves to get started with the mission. Shockwave antennas move around now and then.

It’s been almost 15 minutes since. So you sat there and waited with the other two. The two not paying much toward you. Eventually, when the high guard was about to in a couple of minutes. Sentinel then opened the door. Walking in so casually as he spoke.

” Well isn’t this interesting. Three guards choose to stay to protect the city and then join the primes. The other two bots huffing while you remained silent. He continued.

”Well, I only hope you all stay on top of your mission because who knows who we might need out there.” His helm then turned to face you. You remained still as he winked at you with a grin. “So! See you three then. If we ever need you guys of course.” He chuckled making the others scoff.

He then gave you one final look with that damn smile before casually walking out of the room. Cervos behind his back while he walks out. The doors then closed behind him. Making the room silent.

After a few minutes, the high guard and Megatronus had already left. Out of nowhere, the room became dark. You looked around, using your night vision sensors as you looked around frantically. The other two bots doing the same. You then hear one of them speak. “Hey what are you-“

SLAM

You blacked out.

After several moments, your slumber almost pencil. You’re then jolted awake with a stinging pain in your spark. You soon feel yourself screaming in pain. Finding yourself in restraints by your wrists and ankles. This continued for a moment longer until someone stabbed something into the side of your neck.

This causes you to fall asleep once more. The pain leaves sometime after you knock out.

During your slumber. You began to awaken when you heard a faded voice. Slowly your optics became online. And your frame was soon hit with much pain over your frame. On your neck and your chest.

You felt that the restraints were no longer holding you down. You slowly sit up despite the pain, soon feeling a cervo on the middle of your back. But you don’t think much to react. Sentinel's voice slowly becoming more clear. Your frame then leaned to the side. Resting against it while he stood there next to you.

His other cervo holding the side of your waist while you continue to lean against him trying to gather your thoughts. He continued while you just listened. “Shh shh hey just calm yourself. You were knocked by those traitors of guards. Luckily my apprentice arachnid saved you.”

Your optics would open and close while he spoke. Megatronus's face with his smile soon appears in your mind. You start to try moving out of his arms and off the table you were currently on.

”T-The war. Meeting. They-“ Sentinel then interrupted you. He holding you firmly by the waist and arm.

”Hold on there Y/N. I’m afraid you’re too late.” His voice almost sounded sincere. You just stared at him in confusion until he spoke once more. Turning your frame to face him. Legs dangling off the table.

”I’m afraid we…” He stopped for a moment. You then spoke as you stared at him.

Being at the same height as him. “Sentinel, what happened? Did they win? Is the war over?”

He just let out a sigh. Staring you dead in the optics as he continues. “It was an ambush. And those two bots there. We’re meant to try to kill whoever was left to send word to the damn enemies. My apprentice was able to save you in time while I was out helping the primes…I was….the only one able to make it out I’m afraid.”

He watched you as his words set in. Your optics slowly grow wider and wider from the realization.

No…no no no! NO! “No that- that can’t be right!!! They’re the Primes they can’t lose!!! I- I have to go there. Maybe at least one survived.” You were able to almost get past Sentinel until he fully wrapped his arms around you. Holding you still as you got yourself to the floor.

Tears fell from your optics while you cried out. “No not them! Not them!!” Starscream, Soundwaves, Shockwave, and Megatronus images appear in your mind as you try to get out of Sentinel's grasp.

Their smiles and joyful optics appear while your optics start getting blurry from the tears.

Sentinel continues to hold you close. Not noticing his annoyed expression while holding you back from running to the surface. Minutes went by as you kept trying to get out of his grasp. He spoke next to your audio sensors as you kept struggling.

”You need to calm yourself. There’s nothing you can do now. This was hours ago! He’s gone Y/N. They all are! We are all that’s left now! Iacon needs you now! I need you by my side to carry on The Prime legacy! You hear me?!” His words boomed in your mind. Feeling yourself slowly stop struggling.

Your frame slowly stopped while you stared at the floor. Sentinel's arms remained still for a moment longer. Slowly letting go while he sat on the floor with you. Then getting next to you.

You then felt his cervo gently holding your chin. Making you turn your helm towards him. Tears still falling while he spoke. “You must stand. You are a part of the High Guard. With you, you can carry on the High Guard legacy, even if you didn’t fight alongside them today.”

He then helped you up after grabbing both your cervos. You stood as you continued to listen to him. “Many made sure I was able to escape so the city would at least have a leader to protect them. But I can’t do that without your helm.”

He helped you sit at the table once more. You continue to stare at him as he makes himself stand between your legs.

”You can either remain strong or join me by my side. And help me keep Iacon up and running. While I search for the matrix that Primus has set to be somewhere at the surface of the planet. Or..” He paused. Leaning his helm close to yours he continued. “You can leave. And be seen as a traitor and failure just like those bots.”

You stared at him confused. “Because I’m the only bot who can protect you. So what will it be? Because I won’t wait long this time sweetspark.”

You both continue to stare at each other. You then looked down between you both as you thought of his options. But the news of the Primes dead is still racing through your mind.

His cervo held your chin once more. So your optics stare at him. Instead of a worried Sentinel as of before. He was just glaring at you.

You felt your voice caught in your throat. Your dermas parted to try to speak but couldn’t. He then got annoyed. Speaking once more as his helm leaned a little closer to yours. “If I were you, I’d say “Yes Sentinel Sir.” Because I can’t promise that I’ll be a nice leader. Understood?”

You felt yourself shake a little more. You realized. This is Sentinel.

You most likely don’t have a choice. Slowly, very slowly. You gave a nod. Sentinels had a perfect smirk on his dermas while his optics stared down at you.

You remained silent. He let out a deep chuckle, his helm leaning to be next to yours. His cervos gripping the side of your waist once I spoke once more. “Glad to have you. My personal bodyguard.” He deeply chuckled once more.

Your optics open a little. Your cervos instinctively went against his shoulders when he pulled your frame closer to his own.

His helm turned to the side to press his dermas under your audio sensors as he whispered. “I’ll have my apprentice guide you to your new sleeping quarters in the Primes tower. Give you enough time to process your grief of Megatronus.”

Tears were still falling down your optics. Sentinel stood there with a smile for a moment longer. Then turning around making his way to the door. Once the door fully shut. The tears fully went don’t.

They were gone…truly gone now. You’re alone. Your cervo then moved to hold the spot where Sentinel placed a kiss. The feeling only stinging above the spot.

The same spot Megatronus kissed.

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Timeline Two Starscream, Soundwave, and Shockwave

You turned right, heading to join the other guards for the mission.

Once out of the tower you flew alongside others to the surface. Once landing, you soon see that all of the high-guards army was there.

You continued to walk deeper and deeper through the crowd. Seeing the main three somewhere at the front. Soundwave seemed to be staring in your direction. You stared at him while he stayed still. But when he moved his helm to the side you figured he must not saw you.

So you continued walking until you were somewhere near the middle but still close enough that Megatronus could see you.

After some time, Megatronus has sent you another pull. Asking if you’re alright. You of course responded and let him you’re prepared to fight for the planet. You and Megatronus continue this dance for a little while more. You tried to hold in your chuckle when he teased and messed with your spark.

You then heard the other primes coming. Zeta was the first to transform and stand. The other Primes walked behind him. Megatronus then transformed taking his place near the end. His optics dim but you know he’s staring at you.

Finding you easily in the crowd. You glance at him. You both smiled at each other while Zeta continued.

You then felt a smaller cervo grab your own. When you looked down, you saw Rumble. You had a smile on his dermas. He wanted your attention.

You looked back up at Megatronus who was still staring at you. You then got a bond through your spark. Him telling you through the bond it’s fine, to talk soon, before looking around once more. You leaned down a little. Luckily the baits in front of you were taller.

Rumble then whispered to your audio sensors without being too loud.

“You’re one of the strongest bots who works well with Soundwave and Starscream. I and the others were thinking we’d have a better chance of defeating those tentacle monsters!”

You let out a soft chuckle at his words. You thought for a moment before you nodded in agreement. He keeps his usual smile.

He then put his arms up asking for permission. You then roll your optics before picking him up. Holding him like a little kid while you both watched Zeta continue.

Once he was finished, Megatronus then glanced at you one more time. He seemed to be. Holding in a chuckle when he saw rumble in your arms like a little sparkling.

Soon it was time to leave. Zeta then yells to encourage everyone.

“Now High Guard! Let’s show those Quintessons that we cybertronians are not to be messed with!”

Everyone including yourself and Rumble cheered along together. The Primes join each other. Everyone then started to transform and fly to the destination.

You stayed behind a bit to make sure Rumble gets to Soundwave.

You then notice Megatronus pulling away his arm from Solus. You seemed to be trying to talk to him. But he was fast to transform and leave her behind. Solus then flew behind him.

You then transformed flying behind the others. Eventually at the forest waiting with the other scattered guard for orders. The main three were nowhere to be seen. And so minutes went by.

The others were speaking amongst themselves while you watched the mountain. Waiting for at least a sign from afar.

But as you were about to turn your helm away. Everyone soon got a comm link to my Starscream.

“HIGH GUARD RETREAT! WE HAVE BEEN BETRAYED!!! THE PRIMES ARE DOWN EVACUATE TO THE FOREST AND SCATTER!!!!!!!!”

The warning became a surprise. You looked at the mountain.

Only to see Quintessons and…wait what are the iacon officers doing here?! They started to shoot. You and the others soon start running into the forest.

Getting further and further from the scene. And then out of nowhere, an immediate pain surged through your spark. It was the bond. You fell to your knees. Your body falling and dragging across the dirt.

Two of the cone heads grabbed your arms on each side and started to run. Helping you while the pain continues.

One by one more guards were shot from behind. Your pedes just kept moving.

Eventually, it seemed like almost an hour went by. You and a few others who weren’t shot were able to get far enough. It was dark out. You looked around as others did the same.

The cone heads who helped you out checked on you before going their seperat way to help the others.

You stood there for a moment until Soundwave appeared to you and the others speaking about what happened. “High Guard. We have been betrayed by the one we trusted. Sentinel Prime.”

The others looked at each other while you stared at him. Shock on your face with wide optics. Soundwave then sends a message through the comms of where to go. Somewhere sentinel can’t find them.

The pain was still there but a little faded. You walked closer to Soundwave. He noticed you struggling and reached his cervos out for you.

Helping you stand after the cone heads left. You then tried to speak. “Soundwave…the primes they.”

“I’m sorry, Y/N…they’re gone..and so are many of the high guards.” You started to tear up.

Your helm pressed against his chest as you felt yourself cheer up. Soundwave then gently wrapped his arms around you. Keeping you close as the others flew off.

You continued while he stared down at you. Rumble and the other cassettes in his chest watching.

After a few moments, soundwave spoke once more. Holding you by your shoulders to move you back a little. You stared at him once he spoke. “We must move. And not fail now.”

You both stared at each other for a moment longer. After a minute, you finally gave him a nod. His cervo wipes away your tears.

You both then transform together and make your way to the others at the destination. You both flew in silence. But while it continued your mind started to race.

Flashes of Megatronus smile. His touch. His voice. Was all you heard and saw.

Your frame slowly shook when you remembered everything he told you. How everything changed so fast all at once. Your life is so different now. Everything has changed now.

But at least here. You’re not alone.

When you land at the destination. Where everyone was at an abandoned ship. Soundwave was the first to transform before you. Once you did, you wiped away the tears from under your optics.

Soundwave placed a cervo on your shoulder as comfort. Starscream and Shockwave walking over to you both.

Starscream is the first to speak. “glad to see most of us made it out alive. Y/N you were able to get out thanks to two cone heads?” You stood a little straighter. Shockwave remained quiet while you spoke.

“There was a struggle on my part..” You turned your helm away. Shockwave stared at you while Soundwave looked down at you.

Starscream realized what you meant. Soon enough he stumbled with his words for a second before speaking. “Soundwave. Shockwave. Go make sure we know how many guards we have. I wish to speak to Y/N alone.”

The two stared at him for a moment. Then back at you. Returning their stares to Starscream before giving a nod. Then walking away to give the two of you some space. Starscream stared down at you for a moment longer before taking a step closer. His expression is almost blank.

He finally spoke. “He was one of the guards closest. Wasn't he?”

He asked curious. You just gave a nod. Starscream stays silent for a moment longer. He held your chin with his cervo. Making you look at him. Speaking once more. “This is our new life now Y/N> He would want you to live. So let’s survive and carry on the high guard legacy…understood?”

You stared at him with dry optics. Then at last speaking. “Yes, sir”

He then placed the cervo once on your chin to sit on your shoulder. Reassuring you, that you aren’t alone.

Happy New Year!

[fragmented-ghost]

Transformers One au where B-127 is not only older than the others (technically we don't know he isn't), but he's actually older than Sentinel's reign. And the reason he was able to recognize Soundwave, Shockwave, and Starscream immediately by name without any reminding is because he knew them personally because they were friends.

Why did they gag him then? I dunno, you ever just wanted to make your friend shut the fuck up for a few seconds? It was probably just a running bit they had with each other. Why do you think Bee was able to get it off so easily?

I think there's a lot of fun to be had in an au like this, whether comedy (Them bringing up inside jokes on the battlefield, everyone being flabbergasted on how someone like B-127 is friends with someone like Shockwave) or angst (their friendship being why B was thrown in Sublevel-50 alone, both sides having to reconcile the fact the other isn't the same as they were before Sentinel took over) or just shenanigans (the reason B was able to just mow down people in the final fight is cause his friends taught him how to fight).

[weirdlookingsnakewithlegs]

Lord wormy requests more headcanons for all of the seekers :3

YKW SAD HCS BC ANGST

Starscream - Unlike many seekers who are naturally reactive, Megatron beat the reaction out of him. Where one would normally snap if something were to be waved in their face, Starscream will flinch back but make no move to bite or posture.

Thundercracker - Because of his denser frame he often puts himself in harms way for his trine, overestimating himself at times. Unsurprisingly, he has the highest injury count.

Skywarp - Considering his processor is taken up by his warp drive and mapping software, he often finds himself in situations he doesn't remember getting into. In the beginning of the war this was a major problem.

Dirge - Dirge struggles with his standing in his trine, often uncomfortable by their constant fighting.

Thrust - Believing he should be trine leader, he has made a few attempts on Ramjet's life. he is unsure as to WHY he keeps it up or why Ramjet stays trined with him.

Ramjet - Ramjet loves his trine but the truth is he never wanted to be trine leader, he's not sure what to do when it comes to Thrust and Dirge. Though, he knows better than to allow Thrust that role.

Bitstream - His hubris often gets the better of him, resulting in many beat downs from other Decepticons.

Nacelle - Nacelle was originally a slave before the war, a servant under one of the senators. He got by due to his quiet and elusive nature.

Hotlink - He has a major soft spot for Nacelle and Bitstream, it's often used against him for others to get what they want from him.

Blackout - Blackout struggles with letting go, letting people go to be specifically.

Slipstream - No stranger to starvation.

Acidstorm - His own ability causes him to be in the medbay several times a day.

Novastorm - He keeps a holo of his conjunx and sparklings, it's a reminder of why he took in Sunstorm and Blazewake.

Ionstorm - Honestly there's nothing going on with him he's just a major glitch.

Sunstorm - Sometimes a thought crosses him, a small wonder if Primus gave him this power to punish him rather than gift him.

Cloudcover - He constantly blames himself for Sandstorm's death, can't stand looking at Blazewake.

Sandstorm - Before his death, he had promised he would take Blazewake through in electrical storm. Guess what didn't happen.

Avia - She was attached to Wheezingarrow like a leech, always exclaiming how she wanted to be a medical assistant like him. After his death she lost that dream.

Chemtrail - Having lost her creator, sire, and adoptive sire, she's a bit fussy over her trine. She's almost constantly fussing over Blast and Blazewake, scared to death she might loose them.

Blast - As the war continues, Blast slowly looses his confidence. Each bad injury sets him back and he has to regain himself.

Redwing - He often feels a hopeless, after what happened to Knockout, being unable to save his own trinemate, and witnessing Avia's tumble into grief, he's not sure if he could even be considered a medic at times.

Blazewake - After flying through his first electrical storm he buried himself in Chemtrail's arms and Chemtrail would keep it to herself that he cried.

Wheezingarrow - Wheezingarrow's last words were a joking request for Redwing to find a better medical assistant.

[emotionallyattachednerd]

Mine | IDW Starscream x f!robot reader | NSFW 18+

Word count: 2100+

Warnings: Smut ( spike in valve and rough interfacing ), slight angst, biting, dirty talking, dom Starscream and cheating. NSFW 18+.

Notes: This was named 'On Break' in line up but I changed it to fit the story better. I'm surprised I haven't got more written for Starscream since he's my all time favourite character. Will build up around him. Thanks so much for sending in and enjoy. 🥰

☕ Coffee

Following the end of the war and the revitalization of Cybertron, Starscream found the burden of leadership placed on his shoulders once more after a titan declared him Cybertron's chosen one, destined to reunite and rebuild their ruined world.

You're tasked to work close to him, help with whatever he asked for and make sure he doesn't cause any trouble. Not just you though, but your soon to be bond mate, an arrangement between your sires and creators, is tasked to work for him too.

The mech is kind, respectful, something anyone would desire, but he's dull. For a while you tried to find out more, anything buried deep in him, but there is nothing thrilling. Perhaps you'll grow to love him but even the thought of becoming his bond mate made you quiver in disgust.

That's when you discover the more time you spent with Starscream, the more you noticed him staring at you, hungry optics dragging against your frame constantly causing you to quiver in excitement. No one has ever looked at you in that way before, and it's just what you've been craving for as well, needing that exotic thrill to corrupt your world.

It's not long before he makes his move and you find yourself lost in blissful makeup sessions along with heated interfacing, wherever possible no matter where you both were, and you let it happen.

It's wrong. You knew this, yet you couldn't help what you were feeling. From the moment you both locked optics with one another it's like you both ended up tied together, no possible way to get away. On top of that he was a decepticon, or former, you weren't too sure anymore after everything that's happened.

This is ignored though and you continue to let it happen, sneaking around without anyone finding out or getting caught, though it's only a matter of time before it's discovered and you'll have to answer to your sire and creator for your actions. You dreaded that day.

While on your break you end up in your office where you plan to give yourself some time for yourself, but that doesn't happen. Upon entering, Starscream pounces on you so fast, like a predator latching onto their prey, but he wants something else. Having him sneak up or waiting in the shadows for you wasn't anything new, you really like it when he does this, as it can happen at any moment.

This time he lifts you onto your desk and grabs hold of your chin, kissing you firmly and coiling your glossa's together in a deep passion. His roughness is what you crave, to be used, marked, and pinned down, you couldn't get enough of it. He pulls away from the kiss but not before taking hold of your bottom lip between his denta's, nibbling, but not enough to bleed. His soft chuckle causes your frame to shiver in a dark desire.

"Darling, you have no idea how hard it was to not bend you over the table in the meeting today. I wanted to ravage you so bad, right there and then." His words carve through you delightfully.

"Yeah, I know, I could feel you staring at me all throughout the meeting." You answer through a heated smile. "You should be more careful when you do that, someone is going to notice one day."

"So? It's you that doesn't want to get caught, I wouldn't mind if we did. Would it be so terrible if we did get caught?" He buries his mouth against your neck where he kisses and gently bits, making your optics shutter softly.

"Maybe not for you, but it would be for me. Do you seriously want to talk about this now?" You vent. It's not the first time he's brought it up, and as much as you understand, he needed to understand your position as well. He moves away from your neck and smirks down at you. That damn smirk, that face, his seeker frame, it all screams power. You love it.

"Not really. Now, my dear, open your panel for me."

Without hesitation you do this, revealing yourself and you let out a heated vent feeling yourself already soaking wet, before feeling his digit drag between your folds and across your ceiling node, earning him a low moan from you.

"Already dripping fluids. Good, I always want you to be ready for me." He pushes your thighs apart and presses himself against you, grinding his already throbbing spike against your valve, you didn't even notice him retracting his panel, and you part your legs more for him as he does this.

His servo wraps around the front of your throat and pushes you down against the desk, causing your venting to hitch followed by a lingering moan. He continues to tease you, dragging his spike against your valve as you feel the ridges rubbing along and against your node, making your frame heat up as you wiggle your waist eagerly.

"So needy." Starscream purrs in delight through a smug smile.

"Please..."

"Tell me what you want?" He does this, forcing the words out of you.

"You..." Is all you can murmur but it's not enough for him.

"Hmm? I think I need more details. What do you want?" His words are more forceful as his grip on your throat tightens, causing another delighted moan to sound from you. Finally, you find the words.

"Your thick spike, buried deep in me, fragging me senseless!" His proud smile expresses his satisfaction.

"Much better."

He thrusts forward, snapping his hips and burying his pulsing spike into your valve, filling you completely while you mewl out loudly before covering your mouth quickly to try to suppress your sounds.

"Don't do that. I want to hear everything." Starscream tells you while keeping himself still in your valve, groaning lowly as you clench around him perfectly.

"I don't want everyone to hear..." You don't want to be caught.

"Well, I do." He pins you down more against the desk by your throat and starts to thrust into you, roughly, using his other servo to grip your waist as he drives into you over again, letting out silky moans as you howl out in bliss, still trying to suppress your noise.

There's no holding back as he dominates you on the desk, holding you down and hammering away, his spike rapidly pulsing throughout your valve as your fluids soak out onto the desk and drips down onto the flood below. You're unable to control your sounds as you whimper loudly over again, the overwhelming pleasure boiling through you while he frags you over again.

The desk rocks and creaks under your weights with each thrust delivered, your thighs clinging onto him before you grip his arm where he uses his servo to hold you at your throat. He moves a digit upwards against your hanging mouth and you instantly latch onto it, sucking and moaning while he watches in joy at the sight of you.

"Such a gorgeous sight. If only you were all mine, we could do this always than." As nice as that sounds, it's not possible. You can't even answer through the intense fucking and only moan in responce.

He removes his digit, and servo, only to lunge down and bite into your neck, holding on as he jackhammers himself against you. Your blissful cries increase as you try to muffle them against his shoulder, arms wrapped tight as you cling your thighs around his frame, you ceiling node already being perfectly stimulated against his body as you feel your overload approach, but you knew better than to let yourself go. Not until he says you can.

Starscream bits hard into your neck cables, enough to leave his mark on you, tasting the energon as he snaps his hips against your frame, feeling his spike twitch more as the sounds of moans along with metal hitting together fills the room. He's claiming you, whether you like it or not, you'll always be his.

He lets go of your neck, dragging his glossa against the area before looking into your face again, keeping close as his movements never cease. "Are you around to overload?" Your answer is only a low whimper. "Well, go ahead, overload on my spike, and I'll fill your chambers deeply, soaking everything."

His blazing optics pierce you in the most delightful way possible, and with the permission given you finally let yourself go, overloading hard as everything in your clenches, helming tossing back against the desk as a lusty mewl erupts from you.

Starscream isn't far off as he snaps into you more, grunting with each stroke before his spike bursts out thick ropes of trans fluids throughout your channel. Everything pulses and he delivers small jerky thrusts, savouring everything, before leaning down to kiss you passionately. You can only kiss back through your aftershocks, rolling your waist against him still, drawing out your pleasures together.

Once the kiss is broken he looks at you with a fond expression, something rare, but you do enjoy it, along with his controlling side. Everything about him is perfect. However, you sense you're not alone together, and glance over at the door. You tense when you see your soon to be bond mate right there, staring right back at the horrifying scene he's just walked into. Your spark pounded rapidly as you try to form words to explain this awkward situation, as he looks like he wants to scream but can't. Only Starscream looks unbothered, complete opposite, he's rather pleased as he turns his helm to look at him, smirking proudly.

"Oh, fancy seeing you here. Can I help you with something?"

That's all that was needed for him to hurry away, leaving you and Starscream alone again. You try shoving him off so you can go after him but he stops you from moving away from him, tugging you back by your waist against him making you wince through a surprised moan.

"Where do you think you're going?" Starscream hums casually.

"L-let me go! I have to-"

"What? Explain this was a misunderstanding? He just witnessed you buried deep on my spike, I doubt there's any way around that. Besides, is it really that bad? I mean, you don't need to become his sparkmate anymore, and I can have you all for myself." He looks so smug, causing you to think over it.

"You set this up, you knew he was going to come here, or you asked him to be here. You wanted us to get caught." You felt like screaming at him yourself.

"Of course I did, because now we don't need to sneak around like foolish teenagers, and one day we'll become sparkmates, as it's meant to be." He lets out silky purrs that vibrate through you. Damn seeker knew how to make you feel too damn good, even more so you can feel his spike twitching more throughout your valve.

"And if I refuse?" You pout bluntly.

"Oh darling, you won't refuse me." He sounds so damn confident. "You won't deny me, because you love me, and I've already left my mark on you." He rubs the wound on your neck where he had bit you. "I always get what I want, and you belong to me from now on. No one shall ever take you away from me again, that I'll always make sure of."

A part of you wants to slap him, to curse him out, but you lack the energy and he just feels so damn good in your soaked valve.

"Damn you, Starscream."

He lets out a low cackle before whispering into your audio. "I always win."

That he does, and now he has you all for himself. You respond by kissing him deeply, coiling your glossa's and letting out a low moan against his lips. You love him, that damn seeker, and deep down there is a part of you that is glad you've been caught, because it means you both can finally move forward together. You just feel bad for the other guy.

You did love him, sort of, but not the way you love Starscream. He's someone that deserves someone better than you and you hope that he'll be able to find that. However, you knew you were going to be hated by your creator and sire for ruining this arrangement, but you had to be happy, right?

Starscream lets out a low growl and breaks the kiss, taking hold of your chin between his digits. "Don't think about him, never again, focus only on me."

And so you do, from then forward.

[pinkanonwrites]

I actually love Knightformers Screamer with a fairy, and the angst is amazing omg 🫶 Anyway, this is SB (me) approved

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Thank you thank you! I'm hanging your seal of approval up on the fridge with a magnet. 😊

There's so many potential angles for angst with Starscream and a fairy reader. Unlike Rodimus, who can be overly possessive but generally means well and wants well for a fairy companion, Starscream sees you far more as his property than anything else once he's captured you. If you're obedient he can be a bit more lenient, but he still takes a particular pleasure in frightening you and reminding you of your place.

If you aren't in the bottle around his neck, you're in a cage. He's got one in his private chambers and one hanging in the command room, directly next to his seat at the war table. But should he catch one of his trine mates staring just a bit too curiously at you, or Laserbeak trying to squeeze his beak through the gaps in the bars, you're right back into the bottle or, better yet, in his clenched hand.

I think, very, very rarely, you get a glimpse of a softer Starscream. It's not that his usual behavior is a front or anything (far from it) but sometimes after a particularly rough battle or a visit from Skyfire he's just too tired to be as overly cruel with you. You know you shouldn't feel anything but contempt for him, hatred for the way he manhandles and threatens you... But still.

And then he sees you looking at him with those big, soft eyes, and a scowl crawls its way up his face. "I don't need your pity." He spits. "Don't forget where you are right now."

[tracklessreason]

Hello again, and happy holidays!

In light of your more recent post about seeker trines, I was curious to know what Skywarp and Thundercracker plan on doing after Starscream is banished in your Hive Prime AU.

How do they feel about his banishment? or his torture? or just him in general? Do they join his little group of decepticon rebels, or do they continue to serve Megatron with no issues? And what type of trine do the three of them belong to? I feel like that info might give us a better grasp on their relationship.

Sincerely, beep bop boop beep bop

Great question!

They're dead.

Yeah...killed in the war. They were his Blood Trine, and after their death, Starscream never joined another Trine. At that point in the timeline, there were so few seekers left that it could take centuries to find any who hadn't already scraped together their own Mourning Trine, but that's not why Starscream refrained.

He remained flightless (my term for lone seekers) out of ego. No other seekers were good enough in his eyes.

Its not what his brothers would have wanted for him, but as much as he misses them, he never cared much for their opinions, and only after they were dead was it really clear to outsiders that he even gave a shit about them. Don't worry though, Thundercracker and Skywarp knew he cared. Blood related seekers are especially sensitive to each other after all.

Which is what complicates the matter if they had been alive during the Hive Prime AU. His brothers were significantly more reasonable than him, and would have tried talked him out of killing Optimus if he'd given them the opportunity, but really they would only find out he was the one who did it by sensing his emotional state afterward.

They wouldn't have told Megatron though, for Starscream's sake. Nonetheless, they thought it was idiotic of him to try seizing power in that way, and resigned themselves to leave him to whatever consequences he'd brought on himself.

It was...not easy to do nothing when they felt Starscream's surprise, then fear, then rage and agony in the fight with Megatron. They were however convinced Megatron wouldn't go so far as to kill their brother and, thanks to Hive, they were right.

A bit of a rift happened when they found out he'd been banished. Skywarp wanted to leave with Starscream. Thundercracker was still loyal to Megatron, and believed that with time his brother would be brought home. He ended up the only one of the three still with the Decepticons, keenly aware of Starscream moving in the dark, but unwilling to move in favor of him or Megatron.

Upon finding out Megatron and Hive want to end the war, Thundercracker does leave, not to join his brothers, but to try and bring them home. He wants the war to end. To grow old with his trine mates who he's so very lucky to still have, if all the Mourning Trines around him are anything to go off.

Skywarp jumps at the chance. Starscream stubbornly refuses. Skywarp leaves with Thundercracker.

Only after losing his wings is Starscream open to reason. Not because he's changed his mind, but because there isn't much his unconscious form can do to stop his trine mates from dragging him to the home they've built for themselves in a city slowly recovering from the war.

While Starscream was starting scraps with the few fighters left, his brothers had been permitted to leave the force, and began a life for themselves, far from the front lines, and farther from Megatron. Starscream has no choice but to stay with his brothers and revel in the luxuries a life without war provides. Good medics stop in from time to time, and slowly but surely rebuild Starscream's wings. He voices no thanks, but his brothers can feel how the rage fades from him with time, and is slowly, very slowly, replaced with calm and content.

Its a shame they weren't alive for this ending to come to pass...

(Happy Holidays and enjoy the angst!)

[cozzzynook]

Some Bumblebee Angst with a side of forbidden Starbee

One day Bumblebee is returning to base after a mission only for a few bots to give him strange looks. Some looked worried others simply gave a sneer as the yellow bot passed them, thankfully he doesn't get to think about it for long as he gets called into Optimus's office. The prime greets him with a sheepish smile and poor Bee learns why everyone was giving the little bot strange looks, He is to be bonded to a high ranking Auto-Bot he never even met before.

"What?! you can't be serious Optimus!" Bee yelled as he slammed his servo's on the desk "I can't bond to them...they...I simply can't" The Prime tilts his head before letting out a sigh before answering "I know you don't want to do this...but it's for the best for everyone involved" Optimus tried to reach out with his servo but the yellow bot swatted it away giving a low hiss before snapping back "I won't go through with it!"

Meanwhile Starscream is tapping a digit along his arm as he began to peace back and forth in the small Habsuit. The seeker even chuckles to himself as he gazed at the silly photo of the little yellow bot with two older brothers, How it reminds him of Thundercracker and Skywarp. Suddenly the door to the Hab swung open making Star's wings flare upright as for a split-second he thought he was caught, only for a yellow frame to dive right into his making the tall seeker stumble a bit. Starscream doesn't need to ask as he carefully hugs Bumblebee in his arms as he listens to the quiet sniffling and whimpering of his little Bee.

(Hope you enjoyed, I think I've been watching to many romance dramas :> )

I love this & i’m now wondering who the bot is? 🤔 poor bee

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Hi I just wanted to say I’m… much newer to the tf fandom and finding fics that hit the right criteria for my brain to be incredibly not normal about it is hard… HOWEVER! Your fic (trust me) is literally something I jump for joy whenever it’s updated because ITS SO GOOD !! I love the way you interconnect the past to give a detailed explanation and sense of dread for when thing are going to go wrong!! I love the dynamics between the Terrans and starscream!! The way you write everyone hesitant to have starscream around makes me grin bc YEAH!! YEAH!! Also as someone who is a huge fan of angst I get so excited whenever there’s just a bit of it between the fluff :D grinning and shaking your story around smiling and giggling… I literally check it every day to see if there’s a new chapter bc every single one of them is better than the last one!! I’m sending this here due to the fact I really… don’t know how ao3 works as a site other than knowing how to use the filters so I don’t know how I can comment so this is my second best option I think! I’m hoping you have a great day ! <- going back to re-read the fic

I'm sorry for not responding right away : c. Two nights ago, I only had around 10 mins of sleep so yesterday I was completely out of it. I did read your message, but I wanted to respond when I felt better. After sleeping for 11 hours, I'm good now and I gotta say I appreciate you so much for your kind words :'3 I'm so glad you're enjoying my transformers fic :3., And honestly, i'm so glad peeps are supporting it - it's helped me get as far as I am now and hopefully I get to finish the fic too. Honestly, your comment put a huge grin on my face yesterday and today :'D. I love angst too so I'm so glad you, as a fellow angst lover, can enjoy my angst writing, hahaha. And welcome to the tf fandom!! I just love when more peeps join the fandom so we can all enjoy it together <3 I will do my best to continue writing the next chapter today - I've been so busy lately v.v, thus why the long wait :'c Thank you again for taking the time to reach out to me, like, for reals, it makes me happy :'3. I also hope you have a great day <3

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[A SOUNDWAVE ROLEPLAY BLOG]

New Intro Under Construction!

Old intro post is available under the cut, but be aware that major changes have happened and this is outdated!

– This is a multi-verse roleplay and ask blog.

– Soundwave's character is based on TFP, but heavily influenced by personal interpretation and headcanons.

– Feel free to DM me! I am open to DM RPs as well as discussion! I'm here to make friends and have a good time :)

– Author is 24 years old, and does not shy away from NSFW topics. This includes smut, but also extends to violence, robogore, and the like. I understand I interact with minors, and I am always very careful to ensure they are not exposed to anything explicit. If you are interested in explicit RP, it MUST be kept to DMs for this purpose. I also need assurance that you Are above 18+ in order to engage in this way.

– Due to the multiverse nature of the blog, this is also multi-ship! I am willing to consider anyone who has good chemistry with Soundwave, but my otps are MegaSound, SoundOP, StarSound and WaveWave.

[RULES]

– Please put as much effort as I do into our RPs. It's frustrating writing out a big reply only to get a paragraph back. (This ofc does not apply to shitposting.)

– Minors are free to interact, but please keep in mind that I am particular and reserve the right to stop a RP if its veering into territory I'm not comfortable with. (as are you!! and this applies to all RPs)

– Please reach out to me before starting a big thread, and please keep in contact throughout so we can stay on the same page.

– OCs are welcome!

– Please send asks! Soundwave loves them. But, please do not flood my ask box. I assure you, I've seen it, and it will be answered.

– If you want to start an RP through an ask, please make sure we are mutuals. My notifications get flooded very easily and I am currently trying to work out a management system for them.

– To piggyback off that, if I missed a response from you please either Tag me in the comments of the thread, OR send me a DM with the link to your response. Like I said, my notifications are a MESS, and I know it's very likely for me to miss something.

– Since this has been a problem before, please please please don't purposefully flood my notifications. While I am Committed to the Bit, it's very overwhelming and buries replies. I appreciate the humor, but it's one of the few times I'll say something is unnecessary.

[UNIVERSES]

– 1024.14 Tau: The Chaos Verse

Lovingly called The Chaos Universe, this is where Soundwave gets to shitpost for fun and free. Soundwave has never known peace a day in its life in this universe. Soundwave speaks freely, using the typical "Soundwave: [sentence]" format.

Tagged as u 1024.14

Shipped with @/Lord-Starscream

- 1024.15 Tau: Revival

The Revival Universe currently focuses on the journey to bring Soundwave's cassettes back, utilizing Shockwave's cloning techniques. Angst and grief abound, Soundwave finds itself questioning everything thing it knows about itself. Soundwave has gone mute due to the grief of losing its beloved Cassettes, and instead uses others voices to speak. Still, it finds it has trouble voicing its true thoughts and feelings.

Tagged as u 1024.15

Eventually to be shipped with @/dailydoseoflogic

[HEADCANONS]

Soundwave thoroughly enjoys human music and art. It even has a hacked Spotify account and will listen to music while its flying, alone, or even share it with those closest to it.

Soundwave has managed to get itself connected to the internet, and will regularly do internet searches on things it is unfamiliar with. It also enjoys watching movies and videos.

Soundwave has a strong EM field, which it uses to hone its telepathy, and occasionally share emotions it cannot express.

Soundwave is not emotionless. It feels a lot, actually, but cannot express that.

It uses many emoticons to express what it's feeling, all with their own different meanings.

Soundwave's telepathy is touch based.

Before the war, Soundwave was a gladiator with Megatron. It honed its skills and life long friendship with the Decepticon leader in the pits of Kaon. It trusts Megatron with its life because of their shared experiences. Its loyalty to the Decepticon cause runs deeper than politics.

Soundwave loves its Cassettes. It will put itself in the line of fire to protect them, and will protect them even if it means certain death. In the universes where its Cassettes have gone offline, it's extremely vengeful and will stoop to murder to avenge its beloveds.

The Cassettes were built by Soundwave's own servos. A sliver of its spark splits off, and it only has a few days to build a spark chamber, the beginnings of a protoform and install an internal repair system. The process is extremely time and resource intensive, hence why it has not made new Cassettes during the war.

Further headcanons that appear on the blog are tagged as #soundwave lore

[TAGS]

#u 1024.14 - The Chaos Verse

#u 1024.15 - Revival

#Soundwave: <3 - usually used on neat artwork that i, and by extension soundwave, enjoys

#TheWaves - wavewave art, headcanons, general posting

#SoundAmongTheStars - StarSound art, headcanons, general posting

#Soundwave: >:( - usually used in RP to denote displeasure or anger

#Soundwave: Loves Its Cassettes - exactly what it sounds like, mostly artwork ft the Cassettes

#Soundwave: :( - Usually used in RP to denote some kind of sadness

#nightlygreeting - my sign off posts

#admin babbles - i enjoy yapping sometimes