#d 16 fic

[miraclecherryblossomsblog]

Childhood friends to lovers but like with D16........but like human reader....

like what if bby Dee somehow ended on earth and got adopted by humans (Dot & Alex ofc) and you're like his neighbor he meets by accident when exploring the far in the woods even tho he was told to stay close and finds u crying cuz u got lost cuz ur dog run off chasing a squirrel and like u tell ur mom but cuz ur so lil she just think it was just an overexaggerating and doesnt think much of it

what if yall just keep meeting in secret until u guys got found by both the families and even tho at first ur parent were put off by the giant robot (he would be like....taller than humans even when he sparkling) but theyall end up agreeing that you guys can still play yippeeeee

something something the relations builds and romance is born

pls imagen bby dee.......holding lil u like teddy bear when scared or him getting sad when u star school him...omg

[tickly-trashcan]

Rebuilding {Optimus Prime and Megatron}

A/N: GAAH I couldn't decide which continuity this was HAHA I've only watched tfone and tfp so far hehe so we can say this is a way later version of tfone maybe?? yeahhh tfone sounds good... i literally wrote this last night and finished it this morning bc Optimus was on my MINDDD i could not get him out so i decided to torment him instead! there is also def some hinted megaop but i didnt want to fully commit to it haha but its def megaop bc im trash ANYWAYS ENJOY

Summary: Megatron and Optimus Prime are finally working together again to rebuild Cybertron. However, Optimus is a little bit distracted by something, and it is slowly beginning to annoy Megatron.

Word Count: 1.7k (under the cut!)

“Prime, are you listening to me?” Megatron asked, putting a hand on his hip as Optimus Prime stared out the window of the ship.

“Hmm? Oh– Yes, I am,” Optimus replied quietly as he turned to face Megatron, still zoned out.

Megatron narrowed his optics at Optimus, but continued regardless. “As I was saying, now that we’re rebuilding, I think we should initially focus on– Prime.”

Optimus continued to stare out the window, not noticing Megatron. He soon picked up on the fact that Megatron was no longer talking and looked at him again, his finials dipping slightly as he became aware of Megatron’s annoyance.

“I– Sorry… My mind is in a lot of places…”

“It should be here. I’m not going to waste my breath talking if you aren’t going to listen.”

Optimus nodded, quickly glancing out the window once more before turning back to Megatron. “I’m sorry, you’re right. It’s just– It doesn’t feel real.”

Megatron raised his optical ridge. “What doesn’t? The fact that our war has finally ended, or the fact that we’re going to rebuild Cybertron?”

Optimus shook his helm and then chuckled. “Well, I suppose both of those don’t quite feel real either… But I was talking about you.”

Megatron hesitantly took the seat next to Optimus, waiting to see if he would shy away from him or if he would try to move. When he did neither, Megatron relaxed slightly into the seat, watching Optimus with earnestness as he waited for him to continue.

“It doesn’t feel real… finally being back with you. As friends, I mean…”

Optimus’ finials were dipping even more, as if Megatron’s silence was negating what he had said about their friendship.

Megatron sighed. “We used to be more than just friends, Prime. But… I will admit, it is strange having to rebuild more than just Cybertron.” Megatron leaned back, letting his arm settle across Optimus’ shoulders, making him stiffen. Megatron did not pull away. “We– I have so much more to rebuild. I have to rebuild myself, I have to rebuild your trust… I have to rebuild us.”

Optimus could not help when his finials perked up at Megatron mentioning the two of them. “I have plenty of rebuilding to do as well, Megatron. You won’t be the only one needing to rebuild things… And I promise I will be with you every step of the way.”

Megatron smiled at that. Optimus let himself relax in Megatron’s arm, his finials moving happily.

Megatron chuckled as he took notice of his dancing finials. “You never did change that habit, did you now? Even as a Prime, you’re still the same bot I knew all those cycles ago.”

Megatron traced Optimus’ finial gently, making him gasp sharply and flinch away from his touch. Optimus brought a servo up to his finial, his faceplate heating, and looked at Megatron with an embarrassed look on his face. Megatron did not move, as if he was afraid that he had hurt Optimus.

Optimus chuckled awkwardly, his laugh signifying that Megatron had not harmed him. “Sorry… My finials are– Well, they’re sensitive.”

Megatron nodded his helm slowly and looked down. A small grin began to creep up his face as he realized what Optimus had told him, however, and he turned his helm back to grin mischievously at Optimus.

“Prime…” Megatron started, looking at Optimus’ finials that were twitching slightly in anticipation of what was likely to come. “Can you tell me exactly what you mean by sensitive? If I recall, there was a certain… sensitivity that you had all those cycles ago, if I’m not mistaken.”

Optimus leaned back slightly, but did not have very much space to lean into. He was up against the window, the table in front of him, in the seat with Megatron beside him… There was nowhere he could go.

Optimus cleared his intake and sat up a bit, trying to hide his growing nervousness. “They’re just… a bit ticklish, is all. Now, what were you saying earlier about rebuilding?”

Megatron nodded his helm slowly and drew his servo up close to his face, as if he were inspecting his digits. “Ah, yes, rebuilding… We must begin by rebuilding Cybertron, and I think that we should begin by focusing on supplying energon.”

Optimus relaxed a bit, thinking that he had successfully diverted Megatron’s attention. Optimus felt Megatron’s arm shift behind him, but thought nothing of it until he felt another gentle swipe to his finial, making him jolt and gasp.

“Megatron!”

“Are you still not listening to me, Prime? I already told you, I’m not going to talk if you won’t listen.”

Despite his tone, Megatron has a sly grin on his face. Optimus knew he was messing with him, and he would not rise to the bait. Optimus folded his arms and leaned back in the seat, into Megatron’s arm, and motioned for him to continue.

As Megatron talked, Optimus did his best to listen, but the way Megatron would gesture with his servo made him constantly anticipate another ticklish sensation on his finial. He could not see Megatron’s other servo, so he did not know when he would do it, and it made it so much more difficult to retain what Megatron was saying.

Suddenly, there was another touch to his finial, but it did not go away after just one swipe. Optimus flinched at the initial touch, then began to fight back shaky giggles as the touch continued, light and ticklish. Megatron toyed with his finial gently, tracing up and down while Optimus shook with contained laughter.

Megatron raised his optical ridge. “Is something the matter, Prime?”

“N-noho…” Optimus barely managed to get out.

Megatron hummed. “Then would you mind repeating what I was just talking about? Paraphrase if you must…”

Optimus fidgeted slightly, trying to remember, but Megatron’s digit was still toying with his finial and Primus it tickled so bad and he could not recall any bit of what Megatron had said. Optimus let out a shaky breath and swatted Megatron’s servo away.

“I cahan’t– I can’t seem to recall,” Optimus said softly.

Megatron sighed, loudly and almost dramatically. “You are a truly terrible listener, Prime.”

Optimus huffed. He knew that Megatron was teasing him, but there was some part of him that was enjoying it. It felt like old times, and it made Optimus feel a strange sense of comfort. “Well, I wouldn’t be as distracted if someone wasn’t tickling me every five seconds.”

Megatron did not bother hiding his grin at this point. “Oh? Are you suggesting that I’m the cause of your distraction? Prime, I thought we were rebuilding our trust.”

Optimus rolled his optics and shook his helm. He was about to say something back, but Megatron was back to tickling his finial, cutting Optimus off as he fought back a laugh.

“Are you laughing at me now?”

“You’re tickling mehehe!”

“Am I now? I didn’t notice…” Megatron drawled, teasing Optimus’ finial with two digits as Optimus shook while trying to contain his giggles. “Hmm… I can’t help but wonder if you’re still as ticklish elsewhere…”

“Mehegatron, don’t you dahare–!”

Optimus hardly had a chance to do anything before Megatron was on him, prodding and scribbling his digits along Optimus’ chassis as he fell back in the seat, laughter almost instantly bubbling from his intake.

“Mehehehgatron! Nohoho, not thehehere!!” Optimus wailed, trying to push Megatron’s servos away from his hips.

Megatron laughed with Optimus, amused that his old friend was still just as ticklish as he remembered. “You really haven’t changed at all, have you?”

“Why wohohould I chahahange– WAhahaaa! Mehegatron, plehehease! Not thehehere!!”

Optimus was sent into a fit of frantic laughter when Megatron’s servos managed to creep up under his arms, finding the seams that he recalled drove Optimus up the wall. Megatron’s memory served him well, and he was met with the exact reaction he had anticipated as Optimus clamped his arms down as much as he could and kicked his pedes behind him.

“This is still your best spot, isn’t it? Although, I never knew about your finials back then… Maybe we should compare?”

“Mahahaybe we– Maybe we shohohouldn’t!!” Optimus wheezed, shaking his helm in an attempt to keep Megatron’s servos away. It worked slightly, but Megatron did still get a few swipes at his finials, making Optimus squeak whenever his digits made contact with them.

After a few more attempts, Megatron eventually retreated his servos back to the seams under Optimus’ arms, making him throw his helm back and laugh. He squeezed his optics shut, squirming uselessly beneath Megatron as he laughed.

Optimus gasped sharply when Megatron pulled one of his arms above him. Optimus shook his helm, his optics wide as he kept giggling.

Megatron grinned deviously. “Finials or seams?”

Optimus blinked. “Whahahat?”

“Don’t make me repeat myself again, Prime.” Optimus tried to tug his arm away and Megatron hummed. “Finials it is, then.”

“No!”

“No? Then you’d prefer the seams?”

Optimus stammered, his words coming out like static as he tried to form a coherent sentence. “I– No, I mean– Well–”

“If you don’t choose, I’ll choose for you…”

“I can’t choose!” Optimus nearly whined, shaking his helm.

Megatron raised his optical ridge and smirked. “You can’t, hmm? Well, then…” He leaned forward until he was just a few inches from Optimus’ face, making him giggle nervously. Megatron had a sly smirk on his face as he contemplated. “I think I’ll choose… both.”

“What–!”

Optimus could barely register what Megatron was planning before it was too late. He quickly dissolved into more bubbly laughter when Megatron skittered his digits along the seams under his arms, then gasped when he felt Megatron toy with his finials. He went back and forth, never letting Optimus fully get used to either sensation, and it made him a frantic, laughing mess by the time Megatron finally decided to let up.

“Y-you… That was– Ugh…” Optimus could not even formulate a proper insult or claim or anything. All that he ended up with was a few residual giggles and a tingly sensation that would not leave his seams or his finials as Megatron sat up.

“Fun? For me, it was indeed fun… I missed you, Orion.”

Optimus’ finials perked up at his old name. He had not been called that in so long, not ever since…

“I missed you too, Dee.”

Megatron smiled softly and held up his servo for Optimus, who sat up and hit it with his own. As soon as Optimus had seemingly recovered, Megatron continued his plan, and this time, Optimus found his mind could not wander to any thought other than the bot right in front of him.

[themyriadpoet]

Hiya, guys! This is my half of the art trade for the wonderful @pompadourrguy! A little ficlet featuring D-16 and reader finding their way into some shenanigans! Hope y’all enjoy it!

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Warnings: None

Word Count: 1,016

“I can’t believe you talked me into this.”

“Don’t worry so much, Dee! This’ll be fun!”

You took your fellow miner by the hand, guiding him into the section of the casino restricted to cogless bots. It was a dumb idea, to be sure, but you decided to worry about the consequences later. As your optics observed the glimmer of the building’s golden interior, the silver mech huffed at you, not exactly reassured by your words but still allowing you to drag him by the servo. 

“We’re not supposed to be here, you know? Miners aren’t allowed in this division.” 

You shrugged your shoulder platings. 

“Pssh, come on. We won’t be here for long. I just want to buy you a drink.”

D-16 released an empty, mocking chuckle.

“Yeah. Good luck trying to get one when everyone knows we’re miners.”

You chose to ignore him. With careful actions, you avoided the crowd of much bigger cybertronians, some sending glares your way and mumbling the word “miners” beneath their vents. Perturbed, you tugged D-16. 

“Uh, let’s move over here.”

To your surprise, D-16 was the one who tugged you instead in the opposite direction.

“No, this way.”

You went along with him, trusting him. With his skill, he managed to find a niche in the wall of the building, one that was large enough to hold two cogless bots. Within the secret room, there was a table, some tiny cubes of energon, and a small chandelier hanging from the ceiling. 

Surprised, you couldn’t help but laugh.

“It’s like this place was made for us.” You looked at D-16. “Huh. Thank you.”

The miner crossed his arms over his chest.

“You always gotta count on me to get you and Pax out of trouble.”

You snickered, supposing that it was true. 

Through the hole in the room, you glanced into the area for cogged bots only, wowing in awe at how impressive it all was. The floors were cleaner, the decorations were grander, and the energon was much more vibrant. 

In a way, you were jealous. Still, you digressed.

“Pretty cool, right?”

D-16’s chin rested above your helm as he spied with you.

“Yeah, yeah, I guess.”

You shifted beneath him.

“Stay here, I’m gonna grab us a drink!”

“No, wait!”

Before he could reach out to you, you already slipped past him and into the main room of the casino. Carefully and casually, you made your way around, evading wandering optics and the like. The rooms were filled with chatter and laughter, so much so that it was almost overwhelming. Nonetheless, you persevered. 

You scanned every nook and cranny until finally settling upon two cubes of full, untouched, and unattended engex from a table. Swiftly, you nabbed the drinks and left. Once you returned to the hole in the wall, D-16 was still waiting for you, tapping the side of his arm impatiently.

“Hey, you’re back!” His faceplate fell. “And…where did you get those?”

You bounced your shoulders at him to dismiss him.

“Nevermind that! Just enjoy some engex with me.”

He was reluctant, you could tell by his hesitant movements and uneasy expressions. Nevertheless, he did as he was told. Together, the two chatted about your day in the mines, even cracking jokes as you sipped from the cubes of engex. His laughter was like a bell of music, and his smile was as warm as ever, highlighted by the glimmer in his golden optics. 

Eventually, you found yourself spacing-out upon feeling his touch. It was warm and inviting, something you desperately craved from a mech. You brought him for a risky night out, you didn’t expect to actually fall harder for him in the process.

“Hey, you okay?”

“Mm?” You blinked. “Oh! Yes, I am. I’m just…glad you’re here with me, Dee. I didn’t want to do this alone.”

He chuckled, setting your cubes of engex on the table.

“Well, you know me, I can’t let you out of my sight.”

You couldn’t help but blush, a tint of blue rising to the surface of your metal cheeks. Similarly, D-16 blushed as well, apparently catching the double meaning of his words.

“I mean, well, what I meant to say is-”

Almost immediately, he was interrupted by the gruff voices of two approaching guards, stunning you both into silence. 

“This way! They’re over here!”

“Come out, No-Cogs!”

Before you could panic, D-16 grabbed your servo.

“This way!”

Together, the two of you made a quick dash deeper into the crevice, eventually finding a way out of the building and reaching the alleyways of Iacon. It was a brisk chase, one that sent your internal mechanics haywire with a mixture of fear and thrill. You even tripped several times, leaping over storage boxes and such. Although you laughed, D-16 was less amused. Still, as he held you by the servo, he gave you smirks and winks that prompted your spark to flutter. 

For a nanosec, it was like you were trapped in a stasis nap, completely devoid of all worry and fear. All you could think about was him and him alone. As D-16’s digits intertwined with yours, you felt elated. When was the last time a mech ever made you feel this way? It was too long. Too long, for sure.

Fortunately, the guards soon lost you.

“That was too close.” You frowned. “Sorry about that, Dee.”

The latter humphed.

“Yeah, I forgive you. Let’s just head back to-”

Before he could release your servo, you gripped his own servo even tighter, surprising him. He looked at you, his optics expanding.

“Hey. Whoa, what’s this?”

You smiled at him.

“Thank you, Dee….for coming with me. I had fun.”

D-16 grinned back at you.

“Really? I couldn’t tell.” He laughed. “I did too, I guess, and that’s not just the engex talking.” 

He set a servo on your shoulder.

“But next time, let’s just stick to our sections in the casino, alright?”

You couldn’t stop the blush from forming across your faceplate as the two of you strolled through the alleyways of the city.

“Yeah, sure, Dee.”

Divider Credit: @/lunaridae

[sentinel-prime-after-dark]

Sentinel Prime gave *you could've been my pet* optics to D-16 tell me I'm wrong.

OMG WHERE WHICH SCENE I MUST FIND IT AND DELIVER THE SCREENSHOT TO THE PEOPLE

[jellydishes]

Massive Transformers One spoilers ahead for this poll fic.:

[iliterallydecepticanteven]

hey remember that post I made about a tf one megop smut fic where they meet up in secret and are clearly not over each other? well happy wednesday and enjoy!

[transingthoseformers]

Hi, love Ur stuff and I wanted to try my hand at submitting something:

TF1 Orion (the escape artist) with way more joint mobility than any other bot of his frame type. I'm thinking of the kind you'd expect a contortionist to have and maybe you'd see it in the more lithe frame type.

Anyway, Orion likes to use that flexibility to his advantage... to specifically ruffle D-16 (in a good way) when they frag. You should also know that Orion is one of the more notoriously insatiable miners that so far D-16 & several can keep pace with.

Now, Orion has an insane idea to push his little skill to its limit but also solve the hungry-for-fragging problem: He'll go into a box but folded in such a way that his intake & valve are exposed for free use. The box will be sealed for a specified time period where it can be used & passed around.

If you would kindly suggest:

Where shall this box be placed?

Otherwise, what do you think of this?

-R

Hmmm...

There are many options here

Okay my first thought upon seeing Orion and joint mobility was him doing Funky Tricks™️ with some of his joints (that he Should Not be doing and that he'll end up regretting later because you're Not Supposed to fuck with that shit too much) to fuck with people

Like my first thought was Orion going "Dee! Look at this!" and Dee makes the best shocked/disgusted sound of disbelief as Orion pops his shoulder joint in a way it should not go.

That one might be based on a story😅😅😅

Anyway the sex stuff

So

My first thought was the washracks/showers (if they're in there somewhere), but that's because my thought process

god I'm thinking about Orion being helped out of it after the end of that time period and D-16's all soft with him while Orion's still feeling fuzzy and fucked out🥺

GOD I'M IMAGINING DEE HELPING ORION WIPE HIMSELF DOWN WITH A MICROMESH CLOTH (they aren't especially easy for miners to get their hands on, but just as Orion has his D-16 has his ways) hhgh the intimacy of a wet washcloth to me is something we don't touch enough on imo

[seekerwingzcg]

KinkTober #6: Anonymous Interface (D-16/Orion)

(Sado/Maso wasn't working out so I changed it)

Aaaaaaandd, it's a mini fic! :)

Fanfic below👇(and also on my AO3 in bio in the next two days)

Tension

By: Peace_Through_Empathy

          D-16 and Orion were drilling in the mines and had been hard at work for the past three days. It felt like it was never going to end.

          Once he filled up a cart with energon, D-16 kept drilling, entranced on his job at hand.

          Orion pat his shoulder with a distinctive clink next to his left audial, “Hey, Dee, I'm about to check in with Elita and see how progress is going. I'll come pick up whatever you uncover when I come back to you.”

          Dee turned and nodded, giving him proper optic contact to show that he had acknowledged him. Once he saw Orion fade off and disappear to the right down a corridor, he continued his work. 

          How he wished he could just put down the drill and hit the washracks. The dust agitated every seam and his frame needed refueling but it was just part of a miner's work, he decided.

          Orion was uncomfortable emotionally. He wanted badly to just hide away for the evening and recharge to forget the day and allow the day's events to melt away with a good nap.

          Elita stood in the center of the main mining hub as Orion came up to her, “We've finished another cart full. How's our progress?” He stood tall, looking up into her optics.

          Her expression lightened and her lip curved into a smirk as she typed in another cart mined, “Looks like our group is owed a free day. You and D-16 have done us some good. Go ahead and take a break. I'll let D-16 and the others know via com.”

          “O-of course! Glad to hear we're making a difference.” Orion smiled, his shoulders raising with positivity. That had improved his dampened state of mind, “Thank you! Oh, and by the way, I wish you best of luck on that promotion!” He added, quickly heading out of the mines and towards the washracks to clean up.

          As he walked away, he could hear her communicating with the others. He knew for a fact Dee would be happy to hear the good news as well. That had given him a plan.

          The simple thought of getting some more time to spend with him was enough to tighten his equipment under his interface panels. He hadn't been able to use them much and this would be the best opportunity before getting stuck back in the mines.

______

          After getting some energon and cleaning up, D-16 went to the barracks and began walking to his locker to grab a data pad to type on until he saw a note stuck in his locker door.

          “Suspicious” he thought to himself as he pulled it away, unfolding it to read it.

          “I've been interested in you for a long time and I think we should get together. I'm hidden in plain sight during the day, I'm just afraid to let you know how I feel. If you're up for a little frag in the dark, meet me in the maintenance closet on this hallway and find me for a good time at exactly midday. Don't be late. If you are, I'll be gone.”

          Dee’s spike burned with a desire he had never felt before and couldn't help that this sounded fun. He had nothing to worry about, really, and wanted to interface badly. He couldn't remember the last time he had overloaded.

          That had settled it. He was going to do this. He spent the last joor freshening up even more-and possibly using the time without other bots around to give his valve a little love. It was going to be a great day. He could tell.

____

          Orion had his energon beside a window then walked down the hallway. It was almost a few minutes before D-16 would be visiting him. He looked around nervously and when he saw that no one was around, he went in, locking himself inside.

          Dee was down the hallway and walked down the corridor with a burning desire. He was very excited to say the least. He could feel his spike dripping transfluid in its housing.

          He walked up to the maintenance room door and knocked, “You wanted to ‘face?” He said, voice rumbling, attractive even to himself.

          Hidden to the side, he opened the door. Once Dee walked in, the door snapped shut behind him. The lock initiated and Orion could tell that Dee’s optical adjusters were disabled because he was staring into the darkness, smirking mischievously.

          D-16’s servo slowly slid down to his spike panel. A click was heard as his spike bounced out, eagerly dripping transfluid.

          Orion stared in awe at its erect state. He had not seen Dee’s spike in all its glory. He let his instincts take hold and opened his valve panel, dribbling fluids down to his knees joints.

          Dee heard the snap and began panting, “Soo, how is this situation going to-” Orion’s aft made impact passionately and his spike tip slid in, drawing a long, drawn out moan from Dee. He knew that he would probably disappoint if this mystery mech wanted a long session. His spike throbbed and he pressed forward, feeling the valve ripple around him.

          Orion couldn't speak. It would give him away, but he weakly whined as he began grabbing his hips from behind to pull him. He eventually leaned against the wall and felt D-16 begin hungrily humping him into it, his feral grunting turning him on more and more as he trembled in Dee’s grip.

          “You have a sopping wet valve, gorgeous. Ohh, you must want me badly. I can't wait to find out who you are. Aah, I'm not g-gonna last very long. I apologize.” Dee continued sweet talking him and felt his hips up. They felt familiar and he had no idea how. There were only a few bots he had ever touched there. It didn't matter. He was feeling all of his tension build in the head of his spike.

          Orion begged for more by pushing his hips further up his spike, eating the thing to its hilt. Hopefully Dee understood that he was telling him “It's okay, Dee. Let it out.” How he wished to actually talk back. That only caused him to to draw nearer to the end.

          Dee could feel a servo trail to his hip and pull him closer. That in itself was enough to almost lose it. “I- I'm so close! Ahh, C'mon. Jus’ tell me who it is… I need you to let me kn-” that's when a loud groan rumbled underneath him.

         “Aah, come! P-please!” Orion couldn't help it anymore. His valve fluttered around Dee in an attempt to wait it out, but he was losing the battle. His valve cycled down and little whimpers filled the air as he coated the wall and his own pedes in transfluid.

          Dee’s processor couldn't help but fill with thoughts of Orion and his spike followed in a massive overload. Waves pulsed through him and he moaned against the side of the other bot’s audio as they both fell to the floor onto their knees.

          Once the panting and moaning stopped, Orion felt a difference in the touches against his hips, pulling him off of the floor and stroking his helm.

          “Orion�� Let's do this again very soon. I feel so much better.” Dee turned him to embrace Orion properly, giving him a passionate kiss.

          All Orion could do was blush. He couldn't hide it. He had wanted him so badly that he simply couldn't keep quiet. 

          They made out and interfaced again and again and eventually dragged their exhausted frames to their recharge slabs to get the best rest they had ever had with servos intertwined this time.

By far one I sucked a bit at cuz it was rushed, but I like the thought of them not knowing who it is and finding each other out lol

[drimmmy]

Fic fanart for @solar4seekstron megatron x reader series in Chapter 4

I love their stories and series so much 😭😭

(Credit for bsf for drawing megatron 😛😛)

[raayllum]

*takes your face in my hands* listen to me. listen. sir sparklepuff was created as a christ figure. listen. he was born to die. made to be sacrificed. aaravos is god. a mostly jewish team of protags are fighting against god and pre-determinism. viren is called to sacrifice his son on a hill and it's their subsequent breaking point. aaravos is willing to sacrifice his son. soren is a judas who made the right choice. viren is literally entombed in a cave. listen to me. *crying* what father makes a son just to kill him? 

[brandwhorestarscream]

Thinking about Tarn being transported to tf1 again. D16 coming across this big mech passed out from being transported not that he knows about that part and getting worried while he was looking for Orion. So he checks on the mech and make sure he's ok after helping him sit up. D16 tells this mech he likes his mask and asks if he also likes Megatronus before infodumping about the prime. Tarn meanwhile is trying process getting help from a baby version of his master who is super excited about finding someone else who also likes his favorite prime.

Omg you're so right 🥺 Dee is so concerned, gently trying to shake him awake and helping him sit up when he regains consciousness, and Tarn thinks he's hallucinating because cute teeny tiny little baby Megatron!

D-16 worriedly asks if he's alright, if he needs help getting to the hospital, and when Tarn declines, fidgets nervously for a moment before, "IreallylikeyourMegatronusmask!" said in an excited rush. When the older mech doesn't shoot him away, he hovers around excitedly, asking where he got it and how old it is, merch from the Primes is so hard to find!

Tarn freely tells him that the mask was forged especially for him, so he could carry out his life's purpose while bearing the face of the Cause.

"What's your cause?" Dee asks, optics shining and servos folded under his chin excitedly, hanging onto every word as Tarn explains. A world so peaceful no one could ever even dream of conflict. A blissful post-war state where no one even remembers what violence is, where no one is oppressed and lives in a perfect utopia free of strife.

D-16 agrees that it's a great dream, and very vigorously declares that he, "hopes his dream comes true someday!" Tarn would fight God for this sweet, naive little mech.

[ukiyoebirds]

Goodbye to a World by UkiyoeBirds (it's me).

Ch. 5! Dust to Dust

Summary:

“Wh-who are you?” D-16 asked. The spark ghost tilted his helm and gazed at him with unseeing optics. “Don’t you remember?” He gurgled out, more of that strange pink fluid seeping out behind a cracked battle mask. The specter took a bloody breath. “You killed me.”

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The mines are haunted and Prowl unwillingly gains a conscience.

[kathrahender]

Is there any Transformers One fic writers in this site? Because I need other writers to talk about our fics :')

[sentinel-prime-after-dark]

hhmmmm thinkin bout

TFO D-16 being a carrier and having absolutely atrocious heat cycles. Just strong as fuck. Hits out of nowhere and hits hard. D scrambling off to a secluded spot to rub one out but it’s never enough to ease the burning ache in his valve. Eventually Orion comes looking for him, finds him on the floor, humping his own servo with his digits buried in his valve and making the most pathetic, needy little sounds as he hits another unsatisfying overload.

Obviously, his friend is suffering extreme discomfort, so of course Orion steps in and helps relieve D of his heat by fragging the living daylights out of him right then and there.

I love heat/rut cycle shit 🤌

[sunsetsandsunshine]

hold onto you like a cat digging their claws into a pair of jeans.

i love. your fics. a lot.

also what do you think about Lee-16(lee d-16)

@legs-like-jelly

SOBBING CRYING DYING FLYING NFNDHJSMS 💕🩷💘💓💖‼️

HIHIHI THANK YOU SO MUCH 😭🩷⁉️ I always get so happy when people say they enjoy my fics cuz like⁉️⁉️⁉️ EEEEEEEE 🫨‼️ I really need to post the rest of my Tickletober stuff now that I think about it but……..like…….

ROBOTS DUDE.

ALSO LEE-16⁉️⁉️⁉️ STOP ITTTTT 🥹💘💓🩷💖 THATS SO EFFING CUTE OML I WANNA CRYYYYYY

I’m in the process of making like two fics of Transformers One and I also have some headcanons…here’s a sneak peek of Dee 🤪🫶🏾

[trans-formers-n-stuff]

your hand mustn't falter. your hand cannot drop even a picometer do you hear me, D-16? do you hear yourself? aim for the spark (though you don't know where it is, don't worry, you will) fire on my count of:

one — two — —

your engine stutters, you fail — look at that, the shot is off-center. he's clinging on to life as he slides off the platform. ignore him. D-16, heed my word, ignore him ignore —

no, you don't ignore it. how could you? how could you? you fail me. i fail you. you fail you. i fail me.

but wait — no, don't lose — look at him. look at his miserable face. even if you do pull him up he will die. he will die and if he does not die, then he will never thank you for it. he will win.

you've been waiting your turn like a good shadow. you've earned it, haven't you? you've earned it you deserve better, D-16

reap what you sow