#bit of starscream angst

[valacre]

: ̗̀➛ Tender is the Soul

Starscream x Reader - transformers prime

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.

[radioactiverats]

Mentor Starscream x seeker!reader (7.5/?)

Starscream drags your drunk aft home from Swerve's.

Kind of a bonus off the last installment, because I'm not done with drunk confessions lol. Part of this is channeling the idea that with someone to be responsible for, someone to keep him grounded, Starscream doesn't just fall into delusions of power, but has to retain some sense for the sake of protecting someone else.

Also inspired by jetlings. <3

Thank you for your patience! Behold, me delaying the next part with soft feelings because I'm not ready for angst:

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Only when you're on your pedes do you realise the engex has affected you way more than you thought. You thank your lucky stars that Starscream had only made a sound of disgust at the entire situation before allowing you to more or less use him as a crutch to stay upright.

Even after leaving Swerve's, it was some time before you were actually on the road, given that it had taken some trial and error to transform into your altmode.

Fuzzily, you tried to gain a sense of your transformation mechanisms.

Okay, cockpit, you knew where that went. Wings. Okay.

Hmm.

You still had legs.

And suddenly, the world tilted. Half-transformed and woefully off-balance, the nose of your altmode tipped slowly forwards to acquaint itself with the ground. The dull thunk reached your audials before the pain actually registered.

"...Ow."

You were distantly aware of Skywarp wheezing with raspy laughter in the background.

"Come on, Screamer, you have to admit that's hilarious - ow!"

A small part of you couldn't help but feel smug about that. Still, you were in no better position, legs awkwardly out, nose in the dirt and rudders in the air.

Starscream's voice, when he kneels next to your altmode, is a little too measured. You, slowly attempting to summon a modicum of outrage, suspect he's trying for irritated but is having a bit too hard of a time holding his laughter back.

"Fuselage and landing gears, cadet."

"Nnghh."

You sluggishly try to feel for the parts of your frame that he's talking about, and something must have worked, because your nose is lifted promptly out of the dirt, allowing you to take in the exasperated expression on Starscream's faceplate. "At last. Now, spoilers out..."

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Being towed deftly through deep space allows you a very intimate experience of how Starscream flies. He's in perfect control of both space and speed; not once does your altmode jerk awkwardly to a stop or become upended on sharp turns. Controlling your own frame is hard enough, let alone two, and impulse control be damned - you spend most of the return journey dreamily admiring one of the greatest fliers that Cybertron has ever produced. Upon landing, Starscream does allow himself a self-satisfied smile when he sees you making no effort to hide your starry-eyed gaze at him - which warps instantly into panic as you take a step towards him and immediately pitch sideways.

A flare of his thrusters is enough to propel him to your side, just managing to catch you before you eat ground for the second time that night. He's viciously muttering something about peeling Skywarp plate by plate as he tries to right you, which is when you decide to help by wrapping your arms around his middle again and refusing to let go.

"Skywarp's nice," You slur. "Don't peel him, sir. Please?"

"I- You don't- argh, fine," Is all Starscream manages to spit out before static actually garbles his vocaliser. You blessedly decide to keep quiet before he busts a fuel line. As long as you don't speak, surely hugging him tighter would be okay, right?

A choked mess of static is your response - in addition, however, to a warm servo on your shoulder, more or less dragging your frame onward to his habsuite. Thankfully no other officers were around to see you both, but you were way past caring at that point.

Starscream finally manages to heave you bodily into a seated position on the berth.

"I have work to finish," He says, wearily. "Recharge. You still have training tomorrow."

To some extent, you do know that he'd abandoned his duties to collect you from Swerve's, and he has important things to do. However, it quickly becomes apparent that you have no plans to let him go - stubbornly clinging onto him even as he tries to leave.

"Let go, cadet."

"No."

Before the irritation hits, a ripple of panic from your EM field gives him pause.

"...And dare I ask why not?"

The pause that descends is heavy. Ashamed of losing control, you sullenly burrow further into his back, between his wings.

Starscream's ex-vent reverberates through his entire frame, but he gently rotates himself in your stubborn grip so he can cradle your helm to his chassis. Gentle strokes of his servo over your wings have you sagging against him as you shutter your optics against the dizziness that fogs your processor. You shiver as he traces lightly over your aileron, over what used to be a nasty rip in your wing plating - the one which he mended himself. "Well?"

"You'll get hurt if you leave," You eventually mumble, muffled into his frame. "You always come back hurt. It's not fair."

The gentle, sweeping strokes over your wings abruptly stop. A deep, weary ex-vent.

"Life isn't fair, cadet."

"So?" You mutter. "It shouldn't be unfair to you."

Childish, yes. But you don't care. The Starscream you know doesn't deserve this. At the very least, he chuckles at that, and you can take credit for the nanoklik where your childishness lightens his burden ever so slightly. The mood, however, quickly turns somber again as your emotions get the better of you.

"What if you don't come back?"

You're acutely aware of Starscream's hesitation before he answers. You know there's some things he can't promise you, but you stubbornly refuse to believe that... there will come a moment when you hear his voice for the last time.

For now, though, it seems that Starscream is equally reluctant to leave your little universe of two.

"Don't be silly," he admonishes gently. "You think you can be rid of me so easily?"

It fills you with more relief than you'd care to admit. He is indeed resilient - he's a lot more capable than Megatron makes him out to be, and as the leader of the ex-high guard, he's no stranger to fighting for survival. You're starting to understand the scary front he puts up, because it works to an extent to quell any potential rebellions or revenge plots among the troops.

It is a front, right?

Your fuzzy processor wrests with the thought for another nanoklik before your own survival mechanisms decide to abandon the thought. He's been nothing but gentle with you, in his own prickly way - and deep down, you know this thought will lead you to a conclusion you're not sure you're ready to confront.

"They're all so scared of you," You slur. "I dunno why."

Starscream stiffens, but slowly resumes stroking your wings, carefully tracing flaps and spoilers to the tune of your humming engines. You barely manage to catch his response - perhaps he thinks you've already slipped into recharge.

"If only you knew," Starscream says quietly, sadly.

You struggle to make sense of that - you get the feeling that he's saying more than he normally would, because you're drunk out of your processor and liable to forget all that has transpired. Still, you know what you're determined to do, anyway. "'m gonna protect you. From the bad guys," You mutter. It's near incoherent, but Starscream picks it up anyway. His chuckle is raspy and indulgent.

"So what are you going to do to protect me, hm?"

"I," you declare, woozily shooting upright - you would absolutely have tipped over, had Starscream not steadied you - "will kick your enemies in the faceplate. One by one. Then they'll know not to mess with you." Never mind that you're about half Megatron's height, but it's the thought that counts.

Starscream's optics are uncharacteristically soft. "Next time we have an opening in battle, I'll leave the grand finale to you, then."

"Mmhmm," you mumble. "It'll be good."

At some point, you'd been carefully laid down on the berth - good thing too, because warnings of an imminent shutdown keep flashing on your HUD, and you drowsily decide to be good because Starscream has seemingly abandoned his work in favour of lying down beside you.

"You can do that in the morning. For now, I think it's time for recharge, don't you?"

"Okay," you murmur, scooting closer to him. "Doing my job."

"And what would that be?"

"I'm a seeker. I seek warmth."

You bask in the laughter that rumbles through Starscream's chassis as he tucks you close, and you finally slip into a dreamless recharge.

Previous / Next

[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.

[daiourage]

TFO Dual Rulers (?) AU

I've been seeing people do like a "what if D didn't go fuckin' coconuts" AU, and it kinda inspired me to start thinking of what other events would be changed in those scenarios.

(yes i'm still in denial)

Please take these lightly colored sketches!!! Also I'm sorry for lazy handwriting;;

Also also, as always, please click/press the image for quality!!!

("Brief" explanations for each of the numbered panels is under the cut (the numbers are just the order of when I drew them, and not in chronological order of the scenes)!!!)

1. I think, because D won't be the one to shoot at Sentinel because he's grounded in this AU, Sentinel would be the one to use the last of his strength to try and shoot at D, only for Orion to block it. I couldn't figure out how to draw D in immense agony about it so I just decided to make this paper a collection of ideas. If anyone has any ideas, please tell me because I want angst--//shot (I also finally remembered to write my signature this time!!!) 1-2. The main problem I had trouble figuring out was how D would possibly let go of Orion... He'd still say the "Why did you do that, why?!" line, but I don't know where to go from there. Would Sentinel still have energy to kick D's hand? Would Orion be too heavy to hold on? Would Orion tell D to let him go? Maybe they wouldn't even be hanging over the ledge and D would just be holding him--but then what? There was too many things to ponder about just one scene, and I wanted to get my other ideas out before I forgot about them. Guyssss give me your ideas please-- 2. It always bothered me that Orion and Bee left D in Sentinel's office(?) to hold him off on his own;;; like, I get it, D won't listen, but at least tell him you're leaving??? 2-2. I think the "What did he do to you?" conversation would be much longer. Not as comical and cheesy as the comic I sketched a little bit back, but... 3. (Please read it right to left;;; I just got done reading manga when I had the idea to draw this panel;;; also the entire page honestly. I'm so sorry y'all--)At the High Guards' base, I think D'd be the one to initiate a fight with Starscream still, but do it calmly. 4. I wanted to keep this line, because it would make sense still. Also might hurt a little more *screams* (D would not do the Anime Girl Pose™️, but I wanted him and Orion to match oop--) 5. After apprehending Sentinel, somehow we'd get his (Megatronus's) cog and Orion (now Optimus) would give it to D as a token of trust. Based off of @/momonsalmonmon on Twitter/X's absolutely gorgeous comics!!! (I also DO NOT remember how the cogs looked I'm sorry for not doing further research ;w; Will do better next time I promise;;;) 6. Bee and Soundwave BFFs???? (+ annoyed Shockwave) Please. Also maybe bring back Senator Soundwave as a concept??? Miss he;; It might be interesting, with Bee also "working for the government" now,,, (Edit: 2/7/2025): Hi. just realized my typo and it's been months. Guys. It's Senator Shockwave guys. Why didn't y'all tell me;;;; I knew who I was thinking of I promise;;; guys please don't nod along to this and just ignore my huge ass typo 😭 (thank you for the support though but OH MY GOD) 7. Headcanon that Orion is bad at math and confides in Elita and D for enforcing the taxes so the citizens don't become outraged but also so that the government has enough money to do stuff. D might be like "Aww he needs our help" and Elita would be like "godddd let me work out" 7-2. I feel like I draw Elita with an annoyed expression too much I'm so sorry milady;;; I promise I love you;;;

[solar4seekstron]

Before and So Forth Chapter Four: Starscream and Soundwave

Transformers One!Starscream/Soundwave x Cybertronian!GN!Reader(Bit of Megatronus and Sentinel x Reader

Solars Indie Series

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

Introduction Indie Series

Content: 16+

TW/Tags: mild cussing, training sessions, Sentinel has a bad mindset, Starscream trying to make moves, fails of course, Soundwave is actually trying to keep things appropriate….in his own way at least through training of course, reader is done with sentinels shit

(Like last time no smut but there is angst in this one. I wrote the fight scenes the best I can hopefully it isn’t too confusing)

The next morning. After your small visit with Megatronus the night before. To stay you might soon gain eye bags if this keeps up would be an understatement.

You made your way into the training tower before a meeting with Soundwaves team about the next possible battle.

Taking place later tonight as he always kept these sort of meetings more organized more then Starscream would. Shockwave alongside the same as Soundwave.

As you past by many halls you descided to pass the lunch room. Making your way to your usual training room. Luckily Starscream was in a different meeting at the moments.

And so you got to work with your training. It’s time you continue by yourself now. You pulled out your swords as you looked at your reflection on them.

The scar still as visible as it will be…….so forth….You’re so tired….

You began doing some spinning moves. Your movements fluid and fast. Almost as if gravity was nothing showing your complete controle. Some moves include spinning your swords and you moved yourself.

Tossing your swords mid air as make a finishing blow on a dummy and catching your swords with perfection. Well almost in your opinion. You even stared to think about what Megatronus told you last night before departing as ou still kept your focus.

-Flashback-

“I’m afraid our courtship will have to pause for tomorrow sweetspark. I and a few of the other primes will be patrolling on the surface all day due to the other seekers coming from their shift and telling of Quintissons activity.”

He spoke to you in his room.

”So I wont be able to see you tomorrow?” You gently held his larger cervo as you looked up at him.

“Yes…Will you be alright while I’m away?” He looked down at you as he kneeled down. His optics soft towards you. You nodded and softly sighed as you pulled his cervo a bit closer to you. “I shall wait and I’ll be fine Megatronus…”

You gave him an encouraging nod as you sighed and looked out the window. “I shall take you out like last time.” And so he did.

-End Of Flashback-

As you conintue, many hours having gone by and is already past noon. You don’t hear the doors openeing over your grunts as you make one large finishing move and land on your knee and pede. (I was watching Star Wars while writing this lol).

Once you stood up. Noticing your wrist hurting a little. You must’ve pulled something well making a certain move. You let out a sigh as you close your optics. But at the corner of your optic you thought you saw something. And so when you glanced behind you.

Seeing Soundwave standing with his cervos behind his bac…Uh oh. That isnt good.

You also took note he didn’t have any cassettes in his chest as he usually does. You’d then put your swords back into your sword handles on each side of your hip as you faced him as you then spoke.

“Soundwave. What brings you here sir?”

He stays still for a moment before speaking as he walked closer to you. Now his frame a little closer to yours as he looked down at you. “Have you eaten. Y/N?”

Crap-

“Of course Soundwave. Have you?” You lied through your teeth. Hoping he doesn’t use his waves to sense that you’re lying. Luckily he doesn’t seem to try using it as he lifts his head and looked around.

“I have. I and the Cassettes have finished our meals and they’re currently helping Shockwave with his experients for a stronger weapon as per usual.”

His cervos left from behind his back to rest on his sides as he looked back down at you. You just nod and bow your head. “I have been training for hours. I should go for some lunch after our meeting in an hour?”

You past him about to leave until his cervo grabbed your arm. Making you stop as you looked at him. “Before our meeting….How a bit of training?”

His helm tilting a bit as he glanced at you under his visors. You only nod as you glanced at him as well.

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You then put your swords down before returning to your spot. Placing your pede back as he does the same. You’d then put your guard up, well more. As he then soon attacked. Laying in the first punch against you.

Causing you to move your upper body back to dodge the attack. Then in a fast movement with his cervo still close to you. You grabbed his arm with both cervos as your chest was close to his cervo for a second. You’d then turn.

His frame behind yours but your arms moving along as his arm was still in the same place for a whole second.

Then pushing his arm against your shoulder, you lifted him up using your body force as he’s lifted into the air.

But he was stronger. Being quick to move midair. Moving his legs forward to land on the floor before him as his arm turned (I mean they are robots.) the cervo grabbing an arm as his other cervo comes and grabs your other arm.

He pulls you every close by your arms, your frame fully against his as your legs past his hips for a moment.

He then roughly pushes you into the floor. Creating a very heavy pressure into and against your back strut. Only for your legs to soon both kick him up over you making him fall to his back.

You were fast to use your strength to lift your upper body up by kicking against the floor. Soon standing on your cervos.

You leg then going down fast to kick him down deeper into the floor. But he too was fast you turn and roll to his stomach as use his arms to support him. Even faster on his knee and grabbed your leg. Pulling you closer and once your close he punches your stomach down. Causing you to groan.

He’d then grab at the top of your chest plate as he soon is on his pedes and lifted you up. His cervo only letting go for a moment as his kicked you further back. Although you fell on your bac flying back a bit, you’d soon end up pushing back so you’re on your cervos and back on your pedes.

Facing Soundwave as he ran at you with his movements show determination. You’d soon grab his wrists. Lifting your leg showing your flexibility.

Your pede kicking him in the chin. Whe he was back for a moment. you grabbed his shoulders and hit your helm against his as he opened his mouth mask. He groaned as he showed a bit of a angry expression just by his intake and dermas.

You’d then throw a few punches and blows against his frame even as he tried to block a few. You both were going to be here for a good while.

You both continued for a good while. A Long while. You took note he avoided your face as you kept going toawrds his waits and shoulders. Both of you putting in pretty good hits into eachother. You both will defiently be sore in the morning.

The other seekers are either at home until the meeting or the others are already in a meeting with either Shockwave or Starscream.

You both continued until Rumble and Frenzy came in. Speaking as they walk in on you two still training.

He was able to pin you down against him. His back against the floor as he laid with his legs around your waist. His arm over your neck keeps you locked against him as your legs squirmed around to try to get away.

His other arm around your toros above keeps your arms stuck to your side. You struggled as you tried to break free from his grasp. You try your best to get out.

But your were so out of stamina and against your better judgement. “I yield.”

Soundwave then lets you go. Rumble and Frenzy standing there by the door. frenzy with his cervo on his hip and Rumble sighing as they waited.

You were able to get up without pressing against him. He soon sits up and looks at the two minicons. “Time.”

”Just 20 minutes until the next meeting Soundwave.” Rumble said as he stays in one spot. Frenzy went to your swords to look at them. You’d hold the side of your waist as you stood up. Soundwave standing up as well as his cervo gently held his shoulder.

He then looked at you as he spoke. His mouth mask closed once more.

“Now we will commence with our meeting for the day. Will you be able to keep posture for another hour?”

He gestured to you as Rumble gently pulled Frenzy from your swords and held frenzys hand as the two looked at you bot.

You gave him a nod still standing straighter. “I’ll be fine Soundwave.” He then nodded and started walking to the door. Now closer to Frenzy and Rumble as they both looked up at him. “See you in 10.”

He walks out as the two waved to you as they both left as well. You waving back saying your good byes for now. As you stand there, you looked down. Training with him was…certainly interesting. You can admit that at least. As you thought more and more. He was…a bit more gentle with you than the last time you fought him even before.

Something Starscream did just yesterday….You shake your head. You cant be thinking of these things with the two. You are being courted by one of the Primes.

One of the most highest honors someone could ever have. You cant let old feelings start rushing out.

You walked to your swords. Picking them up and lookin at your reflection in them once more as you narrowed your optics. You have a new duty with your work.

You cant be waiting for anyone else but the one you have chosen…….chosen first who is Megatronus…Right?

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As you made your way to the meeting room in the higher levels of the building. Parts of your body was a bit in pain. But not distracting enough for you to speak and walk as you past a few guards who are leaving from the latest meeting that ended.

As you made it to the room Soundwave was already there.

He was getting a presentation ready for the meeting with the help of Laserbeak, Rumble, and Frenzy. Ravage was already in Soundwaves chair waiting as her pas rested on the table.

You’d then took a seat close to Soundwaves by just a couple seats. Something gestured by Ravage when she noticed you come in.

As you sat down. Slowly until the minutes got closer to the meeting more and more guards came in. Eventually Starscream came in and took a seat next to you.

Sitting closer to where ravage was as he had his usual smirk on his dermas.

As you both sat down you noticed by the corner of your eye that Starscream was glancing down at you as he rested one cervo on the table. And the other was on his thigh.

The other being the one closest to you. And just like that…The meeting has started.

As Soundwave spoke and sat in his chair with ravage on his lap like a kitten. Everyone listened with purpose. Giving him their full attention. You included as he goes over his plan for a possible next battle to fight the Quintessons.

Both of your cervos on your lap as your optics stared at Soundwave. His helm turning every now and then as he spoke.

Eventualy the meeting soon lasts over an hour. You can hear Starscream silently make a sound close to a huff as he looked over some data pads he had in front of him. His red optics narrowed as he had a frown on his dermas.

You you continue to look at Soundwave. You’d then feel a cervo on top of your cervo, it being a bit larger then yours. When you glanced down. Not moving your helm much. You soon realized it’s Starscreams. When you looked at him he was staring down at you. A little smirk at the corner at his lips as he then looked back down at the data pad.

You’d just look back at Soundwave. Not knowing that he noticed the moment.

Starscreams cervo stays there for a good amount of time. Gently squeezing every now and then..Is this is way of flirting???

It stays like this for a good while until it’s been almost 2 hours. The meeting was finally over. Everyone making a vote on weapons and such as so forth. From there everyone stands up. You included. You could hear a faint huff as Starscream was fast to move his cervo from yours as he looked at a few other data pads. You got up and walked out.

Only now realizing you haven’t eaten lunch.

You’d continue you path to the lunch room as the rest went home and other guarded the tower. You’d make it to the room and grab some lunch. That’s when Starscream comes in. He’d walk in and sit next to you as you ate some energon.

Being quiet for a moment before speaking.

“You know. I would appreciate it you were to return my affections…..Sweetspark…”

You side eye him as you ate your energon before speaking. “Thought you said to wait…right?” Starscream scoffed.

”Doesn’t mean I cant show you my affections sweetspark.” His digits gently holding your chin to make you look at him.

“Starscream-“

”I could care less of what Soundwave said. I make choices based off my Own. Understood?” You have stood up as you stared down at Starscream. You’d then start taking steps to the door until Starscream stood up grabbing your cervo. “You really wish to try this dance….Y/N?”

His words were a bit sinister. “Yes.”

You pulled your cervo away and face him. “Focus on being a superior and I’ll go do my job.” You soon walk away, he just watches you as you opened the door and then closed it being you. Wouldn’t be any better if you were to slam the door.

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You continue to walk in the halls. Making your way to the front doors being done today. But as soon as you got past one of the doors to a cleaning closet. Frenzy has pulled you in….He a strong bot.

He’d then give you a data pad. “Soundwave said to meet him in the meeting room.” He then runs off with his little legs.

You’d sigh and make your way to the meeting room. From there as ou walked into the room. Sentinel was in there with him. The two seemed to be speaking to each other about the primes and such. When Soundwave noticed you were there. He nodded to Sentinel. Him doing the same as Soundwave walks past you.

You’d walk closer as Sentinel start down at Soundwaves spot. “YN, please. Sit.”

And so you do. When you first saw him you immediately remembered yesterday. When he pulled you into a kiss before Zeta opened his door….

What is he up to?

”I’m sure you’ve been wondering about yesterday and the meaning of me giving you that……Special kiss? Well you see my dear.” For a moment fore you just gave him a blank expression until his cervo held your chin as he just stared down at you.

”I believe it’s time Zeta and the other primes shouldn’t be so calm to believe that they’re superior to descide who thay may take as a Conjunx….” His helm leaning closer to yours as he spoke once more in a whisper.

“Soundly you agree with your special partner….say…Megatronus?..”

Your optics widened. “How.” Your voice was low and is more in a whisper.

”You two aren’t exactly as sneaky as you both like to believe to be. He said in his casual tone with a grin on his smile. Leaning back a sits straight on the chair. Both of his arms on the arms of the chair. His helm only barely turned looking towards you as only his optics look toawrds you.

”You aren’t the only one being used.” You head tilted up for only a moment.

”Zeta. The big man himself.” His cervos then gestured to himself as he grinned. “Trying to court me of all bots.” He chuckled. But that smile soon gone as he looked down.

”That kiss is to teach him a lession. Good thing I timed that perfectly…At first I thought why not you know. Cause well- why not?” He spoke as he then stood up and walked slowly to behind your chair. “But when I found out that giant Brute was keeping a special little bot. You. Courting you and all. Oh boy…did that open my eyes.”

He sets his cervos on your shoulders as you glanced behind you a bit.

”Though I wont lie. I can see why he’s so intrigued by you…” He’d then lean his held down next to you. Your optics side eyeing you as he spoke once more. In a whisper again.

”Tell me. Do you enjoy being used?”

You tried to find the words. Not sure what you can say right or what will be wrong. So..you only looked down as the table as his stays there.

Your intake opening a little bit before closing a few times. Sentinels optics staring down at you. Going from looking at your dermas to back to your optics. You didn’t look at him.

He had a frown on his dermas as he stands straight again. “After the War. We will handle this…and.” He had grabbed your cervos. Gently pulling you up to stand as he’s now in front of you.

“We shall no longer be used for such power. If you help me against the primes. I can promise you a better life. By my side.” His cervos now on your waist. He smiled down at you as you placed your cervos on his arms as you felt his chest against his.

”Sentinel-”

“Just give it some time. My door is always open once you accept my offer.”

Those last words he said with a bit more purpose. His cervo is then at your chin. His digits gently holding it. “I shall be waiting so patiently for you…Sweetspark.” You’d just stare at him. Your face unsure as he stared down with blue optics.

One of his cervos then grabbing yours and kissed the back of your cervo. His optics never leaving yours.

He’d then let out a small chuckle and finally let you go. “Just remember which Sid you are one Sweetspark. Because I’m not a bot.” He leaned close. “Who gives second chances…” You both stared at each other. Both expressionless as your optics stare narrowed. “…You’re dismissed.”

Oh man this one made me nervous but I think I was able to nail it with writing for Soundwave, Starscream, and a bit of Sentinel. Don’t worry Megatronus will be back for the next chapter. And Shockwave will have a bit more of a spotlight for the intertest with the reader. The reader is really going through it. I hope you all enjoyed this chapter and I’ll see you all in the next chapter!

[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…

[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).

[axolau]

Transformers: Sparksong [intro/master post]

This is the introduction post for my transformers fanverse, which I’ll be posting on this blog, bit by bit! Above is the first cover I’ve drawn for it.

Plot: The comic begins pre-war as an origin story for Megatron and Optimus and progresses past this into the war

Inspiration: This is my own take on the transformers universe, so it’s not connected to any specific incarnation, but most of my inspiration comes from G1, TFONE, and Prime.

Content: Safe for minors, contains violence and angst

I’ve already sketched a lot of it and written through several arcs in detail as well, so I’m excited to be posting my little story hehe :)

The characters this au will focus on: Megatron, Optimus, Starscream, Bumblebee, Sentinel, Skyfire

The ships this au will focus on: MegOp, Skystar

LINK:

Chapter One, Chapter Two, Chapter Three, Chapter Four

[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.

[dragqueenstarscream]

hi, I’m really desperate for any starop fic recs… just the short and fluffy kind… I need Starscream to be treated gently for once, plssss..

as someone who's read almost the entirety of starop fics on ao3 and who's currently making his way through fanfiction.net, i don't blame you for trying to find stuff like this because... well, let's be real. starop is either super angsty, super smutty, or a side pairing. even the fluffy bits are usually hidden in super long angst fics.

however, if you want some short, fluffy fics...

taking a break is a good one. short, sweet, starscream letting optimus take a break from being prime.

picturesque by ijinle is a cute one. starscream returns to doing art, and optimus encourages it. again, it's short and sweet, but it's fluffy and i like it.

my life began the day you came in it is a little bit longer, but it's also really sappy and adorable. it's these two cuddling in bed and being all gay and sugary sweet.

there's an embarrassing lack of fluffy starop, but there's some diamonds in the rough if you dig deep enough!

[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."