#extra funny that it's just ''hey soundwave''

[transingthoseformers]

https://www.tumblr.com/transingthoseformers/761933065994027008/dumps-soundwave-onto-griffin-rock

Imagine if Heatwave instantly recognized him and is just "hey Soundwave"

I want ex-decepticon Heatwave damnit

You know ex-decepticon heatwave would put that one RBA episode with Laserbeak in a different light (as well as it could lead to sooooo many funny situations involving decepticons and Griffin Rock)

[scalproie]

Literally watched all of S2 last night and I dont feel like doing individual reactions sooo

All of S1:E26 was me pointing at gay people on my screen and going "hey thats from the little dark age amv"

The orion pax arc is still literally so funny. Later episodes show that there was NO REASON to keep optimus/orion alive bc soundwave and THE FUCKING SHIP can also decode the locations of the mcguffins, megatron literally couldve won the war here and there what the hell. it took meg all of 0.5 seconds after he heard his former boytoy utter his name to try and find excuses to keep him around. Also making him call you "my lord"? I Know What You Are.

And apparently optimus/orion stayed on the nemesis for two months which is crazy to me bc megatron cannot improvise to save his fucking life what do you MEAN warlord ratchet??? YOU HAVE ULTRA MAGNUS IN YOUR FILES

It was funny tho bc meg heard ratchet say "I am your doctor of doom" and thought Hey thats pretty good and then make a callback to that when telling optimus/orion ratchet is evil incarnate

Extra hilarious to me that it partially ended bc starscream went to the nemesis to raid the fridge. [Megatron voice] this plane does nothing but ruin my life

The episodes where they send arcee and jin kazama to cybertron was pretty cool i did like the vibe it really felt alien ruins-like

You can tell the experience fucked optimus a little bc first episode after the season opening and peepaw is ready to consider warcrimes

Next was the "bumblebee gets his kidney stolen" arc and I have nothing to say other than it was funny when of course it ends in starscream getting his kidney stolen

Ok I do have some stuff to say actually, we trash on the cons a lot bc theyre disloyal assholes, but when a bot is told to stay at the base for valid reasons, they bitch and moan and end up disobeying anyway and never get punished severely by peepaw optimus bc them not following orders ALWAYS works in their favor

Megatron goes "Nu-uh-uh!" in S2:E5

Im always just so happy when meg is on screen ngl he is such a massive asshole bastard🩶

Dreadwing's cool I like how he just has a fucking flip phone to dramatically blow shit up

Everytime I see wheeljack im like oh god if the show has been made just a few years later he wouldve been drift

I FORGOT HOW QUICKLY BREAKDOWN DIED fanon will really build a castle out of 4 twigs huh. and the castle sucks ass anyway

Airachnid slayed and she was gone too soon

They lowballed megatron so hard in the episode where he was struggling against one (1) insecticon BUT. he was sexy in this ep. To me. Not to optimus anymore😔

Nemesis prime was well-introduced in the show but this is hysterical to me that THIS is the show that has the "evil double of optimus" concept

Every episode with starscream after he loses his cog is excellent and you have no idea how much it pains me to admit that

S2:E10-E11 is just megatron and the gang having the weirdest fucking day and it might be my fav eps. I think I just love watching the cons do shit. Megatron killed starscream four times, fought an army of bugs and then gave drugs to his ship

Knockout and megatron's banter is surprisingly always very entertaining. I think meg just like bouncing off of a little jester

The four relics episode are kinda whatever BUT they did gave us the one (1) soundwave focused episode and whaddayaknow he was extremely sexy and competent and it was funny to see him being treated like megatron's special boy&bird

Also bulkhead continue to have plot armor thicker than the apex armor like come on in every single one of his episodes he comes just this close to death

SHOOOOOOOOOCKWAAAAAAAAAVE

I was waiting to see smokescreen's episodes before judging but now that I did I can safely say *drops to my knees sobbing* IT SHOULD BEEN HOT RODDDDDDDDD

At least his friendship with jin kazama was cute, like that "green for go" was cute

Silas ditching his highly competent human crew to sucker up to megatron really felt like they had no idea what to do with his character anymore bc what??? Like okay you remove a third faction to focus more on the main ones but still

I fucking love S2:E20 bc 1) just throw some more mystical stuff at optimus like go full arthurian stories now, 2) lots of megatron action and 3) "drop the mountain on him"

I know its likely an animation lighting thing and optimus simply could not be based like that in the first place but conceptually it is absolutely hysterical to me that after slicing effortlessly a mountain in half, making megatron look like THIS

Optimus then look straight up at the camera and fucking winks at him

And then immediately after that, megatron going "decepticons, we are so fucked."

And THEN next episode is literally "MEGATRON YOU CRAZY BITCH" like come dreadwing lets desecrate a demigod's tomb

He fucking sucks at naming stuff tho bc dark star saber??? Come on man

The rest of the omega keys episodes are also whatever but fucking hell if the whole Peter Cullen speaking in slow motion and Steve Blum mimicking that didnt get to me hard

The last starscream episode tho? Screamer cringe compilation while hes having the worst job interview of his life, of course i loved it

MEGATRON NOOO YOU KILLED THE WRONG PLANE

But again, hilarious that for the season finale megatron went "alright guys no more fucking around" and they basically won. That one moment where meg, screamer, KO all laughing maniacally together with soundwave just shaking in silent laughter with them was really funny. Only shocky is missing for the decepticon high command reunion

I really liked the moment where raf, miko and jin kazama were like "the autobots are ready to sacrifice their life for our planet, im ready to do the same for theirs" idk thats really brave and it struck me

Optimus chopping megatron's arm was really fucking cold

SILVER ERADICONSSSSSS

They blew up the autobot base like the white house in shadow the hedgehog

Overall, a lot of my favorite episodes are in this season so👍 #megatronsweep

[sphnyspinspin]

Okay-listen. This is like a big stretch just hear me out. What if Rumble was the one who exploded, did it happen after or during the war? If it happened during the war, then he would’ve been fine, all the G1 bots and cons are pretty much indestructible. After the war however……from the same episode we were were getting like a short review how energon depletion works for cybertronians AND that very same episode it seems Bumblebee is just cAssUALly mentioning an incident of hurt bot, a bot from the fandom’s pov that we care about very much. These writers are smart as hell, don’t think for a second that they make Bumblebee say that in an episode that is based around the topic of not refueling properly, and even when they have the gall to write a fantastic argument between Megatron and Optimus, really flushing out Megatron’s role in the show so far, an episode fully dedicated to Filipino heritage with also great writing and extra Alex and Bee dialogue points, THE ENTIRE FLIPPING MANDROID ARC. You’d think they would let Bumblebee get away with saying that as like a funny haha scenario. Writing in a character who has always been part of a such an important duo? An important friendship? Writing in Frenzy….without Rumble…… a sister without……. her brother? Suspicious. Especially considering this show’s gargantuan theme on friendship, and you guessed it, FAMILY. My bestest guess is that they want to make us think that Rumble is dead, and for good reason, because Soundwave believes he is dying.

Rumble took a big blow while being critically low on energon, putting himself in a a stasis coma as a cassette for a really long time. Of course the rest of the cassette gang took big blows too, but they wanted all their medical attention to be directed to Rumble. Both Buzzsaw and Ratbat got hurt making them too vulnerable to leave the base and therefore being with Rumble in his comatose state, guarding him the best they can. The only ones who could leave the base, and are without any too serious injuries, are Lazerbeak, Ravage, and Frenzy. They have to leave with Soundwave almost everyday to scavenge for energon to fuel their friends……..their family.

Also are we seriously going to accept that Soundwave was seriously going to jump Megatron without a plan? The episode is literally called Decoy. We all knew by the end of episode that Soundwave was planning something-something BIG. He knew that Rumble wasn’t going to wake up anytime soon, he just couldn’t bare the thought of looking at his kid in an awful state anymore. He had to act, and fast. Hmmmm? Let’s see? Stay with your Cassetticons and continue to scavenge for scraps of energon, or finally let go of your grudge against your ex who probably inspired you to become a strong soldier and put you and your children through life or death experiences everyday on the battlefield to only switch sides last minute, for a more “comfy” lifestyle?…….……..Neither, let’s be the better protector of your kind, who are trapped in jail cells, by the ones who say it’s for the safety of their own kind. Just remember the lines you rehearsed buddy, cause this has got-to-count. But let’s be honest, you weren’t getting anywhere by being out there.

“Break into” GHOST. Check. Lead a deception jailbreak and revolution against those who imprisoned them, and are total hypocrites. Almost Check. Save your kid with all the extra energon lying around and be a bad ass happy family again. Absolutely necessary to check at all costs.

…

Meanwhile, Frenzy is absolutely done with the crap that Autobots AND Decepticons have put her and her family through. She can’t trust anybody outside of her family anymore. Oh another deception, do they wanna be allies? NOPE they just want to steal your energon. Hey an autobot, gotta run or else they’ll put you in jail. It doesn’t even matter if your a decepticon or an autobot to Frenzy anymore, so far all those she has encountered are jerks. Especially the Autobots who work for GHOST who are probably brainwashing decpeticons as of right now, like they did to Megatron.

When Soundwave started acting differently and suddenly asked out of nowhere for them to cause some problems for a very specific GHOST employee, she was like “Awesome, Now your talking! Never would’ve thought I’d see the day where you’d start to lighten up. Oh Hey! Megatron and Optimus too! This is gonna be fun!”

It was not fun. They got captured. Soundwave got captured. They were going to con jail to serve out a life sentence. Rumble and the others might be next if Rumble’s even alive to see them get captured. Next thing they know, they’re being released and going back home.

“Please let us go!”

“You will only get one second chance. Don’t throw it away.”

Oh Primus this is bad. Like REALLY bad. Who’s gonna help with scavenging? Ravage, Lazerbeak, and Frenzy? R-Ravage?

“We’re free now. You don’t have to follow him anymore.”

Nope.

This is really fraggin bad…If they kept following Soundwave, they would just keep putting up with his grudge against Megatron, and make their lives harder. He didn’t even grieve as long as the others did. He just kept focusing on taking down the autobots, because if wasn’t for them, then they would’ve had enough energon, and the others wouldn’t have gotten hurt. Fair. But really?

Second of all, what’s with the new guys? Haven’t seen those two before. Are they new autobots? Ha, fraggin chums, can’t believe they caught Frenzy of guard with that catchy tune. Jerks…..

[fangirlingpuggle]

A few extra additional ideas for the TFA AU where Megatron and Optimus are Megatronus and Orion’s reincarnations. (Here)

(This is mostly based off option 2 of original post the funny one)

Megatron original armour before destroyed was designed to look like Megatronus.

Blitzwing and Lugnut being crazy overprotective guards at first and it taking Optimus and the others forever to get them to calm down, stop attacking things people please please for the love of primus just chill.

Eventually they do get the, to calm down (or as calm as Lugnut can be)

The conflict is mostly from human antagonists and all spark making things weird.

Starscreams antagonist until he realises who Optimus is...then it’s the same song and dance with Blitzwing ‘The only competent leader of the Decepticons must be protected at all costs’ at this point Optimus is just...used to it...same when Soundwave shows up.

When the Decepticons find out about what happened to Optimus...you can hear the kill bill sirens in the background, Optimus has walked in multiple times on plans to get back at Sentinel ‘they keep saying it’s nit murder just...maiming him’...Bumblebee and Sari have been in the room with them...neither look sorry.

When Sentinel and the guard show up...there’s a lot of hijinks because ‘Hey telling him i’m the reincarnation of the Decepticon leader and that i’m technically in charge of the Decepticons now is a bad idea’ so it’s just the team trying very hard not to act suspicious while trying to avert certain Decepticons setting up death traps for Sentinel.

Starscream trying to make himself second in command.

Megatron comes back and

Starscream:’STILL NOT LISTENING TO YOU'

Blitzwing ‘I mean Megatron is the leader...but Optimus let’s us play videogames...also no shouting also... I kind of like these autobots’

Lugnut *bluescreening*

It is very tense and no-ones to sure whose orders to listen to (except Starscream he’ll only listen to Optimus)

Megatron and Optimus bantering a lot and then constantly panicking cause hey we’re the reincarnations of a legendary couple and i’m not sure how that works

[primroseprime2019]

Darkness Rising- Part One

The sun's rays pierced through the clouds. On the road, a red Dodge Challenger drove down the road. "So there I am on the lookout when out of nowhere, these highlight beams light up my rearview," the red Autobot said, "and then it hits me. I'm illegally parked!"

"Another parking ticket?" A blue and pink Kawasaki Ninja 250R asked in a knowing tone as she drove down the road. "Better. The boot," the red bot said.

"Big metal tire clamp impossible to remove," the motorcycle said.

"Bingo! So the local police do their thing, and I let 'em get all the way down the back," the red bot said, "that's when I kick off my new shiny shoe and bang!" "New York's finest soil themselves," the motorcycle said, amusement in her voice.

"You know me Arcee," the bot said, "you mess with Cliffjumper-" "And you get the horns," Arcee said, earning a laugh from her partner, "not sure how that complies with Autobot rule number one: keep a low profile."

"What can I say? Patrolling out here in Dullsville gets lonesome," Cliffjumper said, "almost makes me miss the Decepticons." "Like Jasper Nevada's a party? We're alone wherever we travel on this rock Cliff," Arcee said.

Cliffjumper's GPS navigation system started going off. The screen changed from the road route to a sonar picture of the area he was in. "I'm getting a signal," he said.

"Need backup?" Arcee asked, alert. "Do I ever need backup?" Cliffjumper said before going off-road. At the highest speed, Cliffjumper sped towards the location. When he arrived, he skidded to a stop at the edge of a ditch. There were big and small dark blue energon crystals sticking out of the bottom of the ditch.

"I just found a whole lot of energon!" Cliffjumper said. A shadow suddenly loomed over the Autobot and the energon. Cliffjumper transformed into his bipedal form and looked up to see a large ship. "Decepticons," he said.

The Decepticon warship- or the Nemesis, as most called it- loomed over the energon. A gun-like blaster unfolded on the side and fired at Cliffjumper. The blast exploded at Cliffjumper's pedes, the force of the explosion sending Cliffjumper flying into the ditch. The Autobot warrior got on one knee as he looked up to see a few Decepticon troops flying out of the ship and landing near the edge of the ditch.

"Arcee... about that backup," Cliffjumper said, "fair warning boys. I'm gonna put a few dings in ya." He transformed into his vehicle form and drove up the wall of the ditch before he flew off it, transformed into his bipedal form and began to fight the Vehicons.

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"Arcee to Optimus! The 'Cons are back. Cliff might be neck deep in scrap," Arcee reported to her leader, Optimus Prime. "Understood," the Prime replied, "Ratchet, do you have Cliffumper's coordinates?"

"I'm locked onto his signal Optimus," Ratchet said as he drove through a snow-covered area, "but our teams are scattered across time zones."

"Arcee, Bulkhead, Bumblebee, Firestorm, Primrose, rendezvous back to base and prepare to ground bridge," Optimus ordered.

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Cliffjumper was having a rather hard time fighting the troops. The odds weren't in his favor now as the Decepticon troops punched him hard. One punched him hard enough to send him flying back into the ditch and the punch sent one of Cliffjumper's horns flying off.

Cliffjumper got to his pedes. "You want the horns," he said, unlocking his blasters, "you got 'em." With that said, he began to shoot at the Decepticons, taking one of them out before the others started to fire back at the red Autobot. Cliffjumper dodged the shots before the energon exploded, the force of the explosion sending Cliffjumper flying into the wall.

As the smoke drifted into the air, two Vehicons dragged Cliffjumper to the warship.

A silver and dark grey Seeker stood in the command center. "The energon," he said bitterly, "it's worthless to me now." He turned to see the Vehicons dragging in a nearly burnt and beaten Cliffjumper.

"Scream... been a while," Cliffjumper coughed, "so... where's your master?"

"Nevermind him!" Starscream snapped, "I am my own master." With that, the Seeker slammed his digits into the left side of Cliffjumper's chestplates. "Any last questions?" The Seeker growled.

Cliffjumper let out a weak groan and when Starscream pulled his claws out, the Autobot fell to the floor limp.

Starscream stepped back, "clean that up."

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Once the Decepticon warship flew away, a ground bridge opened. Firestorm, Bulkhead, Arcee, Bumblebee, Primrose and Ratchet jumped out, their weapons out. Optimus came out last, his blasters out.

"An untapped energon deposit," Optimus said. "What's left of it," Bulkhead said.

"The first Decepticon activity we've seen in three years," Ratchet said. "That we know of," Firestorm huffed.

"If the Decepticons are scouting for energon, they may be preparing for his return," Optimus said gravely.

Primrose, Arcee and Bumblebee bounded down the wall of the ditch and to the bottom. Primrose looked around before she froze as she saw something.

Arcee followed her gaze and widened her optics. It was Cliffjumper's horn. She scooped it up into her servos, "no." Optimus walked up beside her before he looked to Ratchet, "Ratchet, can you track his position?"

Ratchet opened a mineature computer in his wrists. "No... Cliffjumper's signal... just went offline," he said gravely. Firestorm widened his optics.

"No," Primrose whimpered, "no." Arcee wrapped her arms around the young Prime, feeling despair in her spark.

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Starscream stood in the command center. A slender Decepticon Seeker with black and purple colors and a visor silently walked up to the other Seeker.

"Soundwave," Starscream said, "what is it?" "Like Jasper Nevada's a party? We're alone wherever we travel on this rock, Cliff," Soundwave recorded the conversation between Arcee and Cliffjumper before the red Autobot's death.

"Ah, the one called Arcee," Starscream said with a smirk, "why slay one Autobot when we still have the advantage of surprise?"

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"We must not allow our anger over the loss of Cliffjumper to impair our judgement," Optimus said as he and his teammates stood on the roof of the silo, "as of today, only we seven Autobots remain on this Earth. We owe it to ourselves, to the memory of Cybertron, to any Autobots in any galaxy seeking safe harbor, to humankind."

Primrose knelt down and placed a rose next to Cliffjumper's horn. "And we owe it to the memory of our fallen comrade to survive," Optimus said and he looked to Arcee, "Arcee."

"If Cliff's gone, standing around here sulking won't bring him back. So unless anyone minds, think I'll get back to protecting humankind," Arcee said bitterly as she walked away before she transformed into her vehicle form and drove away.

"Optimus, helping humans will only result in more tragedy," Ratchet said. "Your opinion is noted," Optimus said with a nod.

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In the busy part of Jasper, Nevada, a sixteen year old boy was working at a local fast food restaurant called KO Drive-In.

He had raven black hair and deep blue eyes. "Welcome to KO Drive-In where every patty's a knockout," the boy said in a bored tone, "may I take your order?"

"Uh, two super combos, extra fries," the customer said. "Okay, dos numeros twos," the boy said as he prepared the order, "anything else?"

"Yeah," the customer said, "some advice. How do I get an awesome job like yours?" Then the sixteen year old boy heard laughter in the background and his eyes narrowed.

"So that's two we're-not-as-funny-as-we-think-we-are combos with a side of bite me," Jack sniped.

The customer laughed before he realized what Jack had said, "what you say?"

"5.59, sir," Jack said, "at the window." When he said that, he turned away as the customer drove up, grabbed the bags and drove off, laughing.

"H-hey! You have to pay for that!" Jack said. However the customer didn't get far as a fourteen year old girl stood in the way. She had midnight black hair, light brown eyes and she didn't look happy.

"I suggest you pay my friend- even though I don't do violence, would you rather have your precious car vandalized?" The girl asked with a smirk.

The customer quickly backed his car up and paid Jack before he drove away. Jack gave the girl a thankful look, "thanks Paige."

"No problem Jack," Paige said with a soft smile, "you coming outside yet?"

Jack laughed softly and he nodded.

Arcee drove down the road, almost getting lost in her thoughts. She hadn't meant to leave her teammates behind.

Cliffjumper's death was really hard on her. First it was Tailgate, now it was Cliffjumper. Something caught her attention and she shifted her side mirror and saw two Vehicons driving after her.

"Twins," she said to herself before she sped up and drove over to the restaurant. She drove into a spot and watched as the two Vehicons drove past.

"Take five Sadie," she said once the hologram of the motorcyclist disappeared and she turned off her engine.

After a few moments, Jack walked out of the restaurant and his phone started to ring. He took it out of his back pocket and answered it. "Hi Mom," he said, "I just got off. No, I'm not going to the dance. Experience says I should never cut a rug; unless it's stolen carpet."

Paige smiled at Jack as she walked up beside him. She saw the motorcycle and went over to it.

"Be careful? Seriously? This is Jasper," Jack said with an amused smile. He paused in mid-step when he saw the motorcycle. "I love you," he said dreamily before he realized he was still on the phone, "uh, yeah, Mom. Love you too. Gotta run." He hung up and he hurried over to the motorcycle.

"Hello, beautiful," he said, "where have you been all my life?" Paige chuckled slightly as she looked the motorcycle over curiously. She squatted down in front of the motorcycle and gazed at it's headlights.

Something felt strange about this motorcycle. She didn't know what it was but she could almost feel it's presence surrounding hers. She could feel it's emotions.

She looked up at Jack as the sixteen year old mounted the motorcycle. "It may take a few KO paychecks but I am gonna own a ride like you someday," he said.

"Are you talking to your motorcycle?" He and Paige looked to see two girls laughing.

"U-uh, to my motorcycle? N-no," Jack stuttered, "but- to you, I am." He pressed his palm to his forehead in embarrassment, 'lame.'

"Smooth Darby. Smooth," Paige said with a slight smirk, earning a light glare from Jack. "So how's things, Sierra?" He asked the girl, "take you for a spin sometime?"

"C'mon, smooth operator," Arcee whispered as she kept her side mirror on the two arriving Vehicons, "wrap it up." Paige looked at Arcee for a moment before she sat behind Jack and placed her hand on his shoulder.

"You know my name?" Sierra asked. "We're in home room together," Jack said, "I'm Jack. Jack Darby." Lights shone in the teenagers' direction.

"Scrap," Arcee hissed. The two Decepticons drove towards the group. Sierra and her friend ran away. Arcee started her engine and drove towards the Vehicons. Jack shouted in fear. Paige shut her eyes tightly in fear and shock as Arcee sped past the Vehicons and she drove out onto the road.

"Do not let go," Arcee said to Jack and Paige. "Who said that!?" Jack shouted, freaked out.

"Commander Starscream, target sighted, acocmpan by two human youths," one of the troops said. "Destroy them all!" Starscream ordered.

When Arcee had Jack and Paige safe in an alleyway, she finally stopped and let the two off. "What are you?" Jack asked, stepping back.

"I don't exist," Arcee hissed, "tell anyone about me and I will hunt you down."

Paige widened her eyes slightly before she ran away with Jack quickly following. Arcee drove out of the alleyway and the Vehicons drove after her.

One of them turned down the alleyway. "Scrap!" Arcee said. In the process, she jumped over the oncoming vehicon before turning the corner. In the alley, Jack and Paige were running. Jack grabbed Paige's hand so she could keep up.

"We don't even know her!" Jack shouted at the Decepticon that was chasing them. "What do you want with us!?" Paige shouted.

Arcee drove past the Decepticon and up beside Jack and Paige, "hop on!" Once the two did just that, Arcee sped ahead of the two Vehicons.

Once Arcee was on a highway, the Decepticons followed in pursuit and started to shoot at the Autobot femme.

"Why are those guys shooting at us!?" Jack asked nervously. "There's no us, kid," Arcee said firmly, "and there are no guys."

Bumblebee joined them on the highway and rammed into the Decepticons. After skidding around the highway a little bit, Bumblebee regained control and immediately went to follow Arcee.

"Friend of yours?" Paige asked curiously. "Family," Arcee corrected.

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Under the bridge in Jasper, Nevada, a young boy was racing a toy car around by himself. As he had fun with his remote control car, his phone rang, which he immediately answered.

"Hey Mama," he said, "racing right up the street. Okay. Just five more minutes?" He hung up and started to drive his toy car around.

Arcee drove over the bridge and landed a few yards away from Raf who dropped his remote in surprise. "Whoa," he said.

"You have no idea," Jack sighed. Raf walked over to Jack and Paige. Paige got off of Arcee's vehicle form and let out a breath of relief.

The sound of revving engine caught the kids' attention as the two Decepticons drove over to them. Paige widened her eyes slightly and she pulled Raf close protectively.

Arcee transformed into her bipedal form. Jack, Paige and Raf hurried to the side.

"This ends here, Cons," Arcee said and she charged at the two Vehicons. That's when the fight started.

"Wh-what are they?" Raf asked. "Talking cars that turn into robots," Jack said, "or the other way around."

Arcee punched one of the Vehicons multiple times, "this. Is. For. Cliff!" Her punches didn't seem to phase the Vehicon as he looked at her.

She stepped back before she started to dodge the Vehicon's blaster shots by doing backflips. There was one she couldn't dodge as one of the shots hit her right in the abdomen, sending her skidding back across the ground.

The Vehicons walked towards her only to stop when Bumblebee jumped down and attacked the two. He punched the closest Vehicon next to him before he kicked the other away. He walked forward until there was a loud crunch under his pede, causing him to pause in surprise. Looking down, he lifted his pede and saw Raf's crushed toy car.

"Sorry about that," he said, looking to the kids. "No problem. Really," Raf said.

Suddenly Bumblebee was shot, the force of the shot sending him flying back and landing on the ground. He pushed himself up only for one of the Vehicons to slam their pede on the back of his helm. The scout turned towards them and they aimed their blasters at him.

"No!" Paige shouted. "Leave him alone!" Raf shouted angrily. Bumblebee and the vehicons turned towards them.

"Please?" Raf squeaked. "Bad call," Jack said. One of the Vehicons walked towards the three. "Go! Go!" Paige exclaimed and she quickly ushered Raf to run ahead with her and Jack quickly following.

The three climbed into a storm drain and continued to run as the Vehicon reached towards them. Suddenly the Vehicon was pulled away from the storm drain. Bumblebee peeked into the storm drain. "You kids alright?" "Thank you," Paige and Raf said in unison.

"No problem," the scout said before he quickly left to help Arcee.

"Don't look back," Jack said. "What did we just see?" Raf asked. "No idea and I'm not sure I wanna find out," Jack said.

The fight between the Decepticons, Bumblebee and Arcee continued. One of the Vehicons punched Bumblebee hard, sending him flying back next to Arcee who quickly knelt down to help the scout.

The Decepticons walked towards the two Autobots only to stop when a green Lamborghini LM002 drove towards Arcee and Bumblebee. He transformed into his bipedal form, standing beside his comrades, "who's ready to rumble?"

The Vehicons looked at each other before they transformed into their vehicle forms and drove away.

Bumblebee bent forward, placing his servos on his knees in exhaustion. Arcee looked to Bulkhead, "what took you?"

"Traffic," Bulkhead said with a shrug.

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At the base, Arcee was explaining the events to Optimus. "And the Cons would've been scrap metal if I wasn't distracted by the human," she said.

"Human?" The Prime repeated. "Two boys and one girl," Bumblebee said.

"I guess the other one caught us in action? I don't know. Was a little busy at the time," Arcee said, crossing her arms over her chestplates.

"If the Decepticons are targeting us, anyone perceived as our ally will be at great risk," Optimus said. "Well this will be interesting," Firestorm said, leaning against the wall.

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At the school, Jack walked down the stairs and he looked towards Raf and Paige who waved at him. Jack hurried over to the two, "guys, hey. Look, let's just forget this ever happened okay? Keep this between us?"

"I honestly doubt that'll happen," Paige said and a honk caught her and Raf's attention. "Jack," Raf said happily.

"Oh not again," Jack groaned as Bumblebee drove up beside them and opened his door.

"You two, get inside," he said. "It wants us to get in," Jack said.

"No. Just me and Paige," Raf said. "How do you know that?" Jack asked, surprised.

"He said so," Paige said. "What!?" Jack gasped. "Yours is over there," Raf said, gesturing to Arcee who was parked on the other side of the street.

"Yeah, I really don't think-" "How's it going?" Raf asked as he and Paige climbed into Bumblebee's venicle form.

"Wh-hey! Stop!" Jack protested but Bumblebee was already driving down the road. The sixteen year old boy frowned before he sent a glare towards Arcee and walked away.

A fifteen year old girl sat on the stair, drawing a sketch of Arcee. "Coolest bike ever," she said. Her phone rang and she picked it up. "Host parents? Ignore," she said with a huff as she closed her phone and continued her drawing.

When she looked up, Arcee was gone. She groaned in disappointment before she saw the motorcycle drive down the road. She quickly got up and ran to follow it.

In an alleyway, Arcee drove up and stopped in front of Jack. "Relax. I just want to talk to you," she said.

"Don't you mean you and your new friend?" Jack asked. "Kid, there's a lot you don't understand," Arcee said, making Sadie disappear.

"I get it, I get it," Jack said quickly, stepping back, "the first rule about robot fight club is you don't talk about robot fight club." He turned and started walking away and much to his dismay, Arcee began to follow him.

"What you need to understand is that I don't want any crazy, talking robots following me around trying to get me killed!" Jack snapped. Arcee transformed into her bipedal form, kneeling down, "look. Jack, is it? Your personal safety is exactly why Optimus Prime requested your presence."

"O-Optimus who?" Jack asked, confused. "You may be in danger because you are one of the few- one of the only who have ever seen us," Arcee said.

"Dude, what're you waiting for?" They both looked to see Miko standing next to the corner, looking excited. "Go with!" She said.

"Scrap," Arcee sighed.

◊◊◊◊

Arcee and Bumblebee drove down the road. Miko was cheering loudly in Jack's ear, much to his and Arcee's annoyance.

"And why exactly are we bringing her?" Jack asked. "Rules," Arcee said. The two Autobots drove down the road and sped past the stop sign.

"Whoa!" Jack yelled in surprise and fear. A rock slab slid down and the two Autobots drove into the base. They drove down a tunnel and into a large room.

"Whoa," Jack and Miko gasped. "Cool," Raf said. "Amazing," Paige said.

Bumblebee stopped and Raf and Paige stepped out of his vehicle form, allowing him to transform. "I thought there were three," Ratchet said.

"Haven't you heard? Humans multiply," Arcee said sarcastically. Paige looked at Arcee then at Firestorm and Primrose.

"I'm Raf," Raf said to Miko. "I'm Miko," she said as she ran up to Bulkhead, "who're you?"

"Bulkhead," Bulkhead said nervously. "Are you a car? I bet you're a truck- a monster truck! Do you like heavy metal? How much do you weigh? Ever use a wrecking ball as a punching bag?" Miko asked eagerly.

Primrose chuckled softly. "So if you guys aren't robots, who made you?" Raf asked. Ratchet scoffed, "puh-lease."

Paige couldn't help but frown and she tensed up when there were heavy, rumbling footsteps. She turned to see Optimus Prime walking over to them.

"We are Autonomous Robotic Organisms from the planet Cybertron. Also known as Autobots," he said. "Why are you here?" Jack asked.

"To protect your planet from the Decepticons," Primrose said as she walked up beside Optimus.

"The jokers who tried to bump us off last night," Arcee clarified. "Okay... why are they here?" Jack asked.

Optimus knelt down so he could be a comforting sight to the humans, "a fair question, Jack. In part, they are here because our planet is uninhabitable; ravaged by centuries of civil war."

"Why were you fighting a war?" Raf asked. "Foremost, over the control of their world's supply of Energon, the lifeblood of all Autobots and Decepticons alike. The combat was fierce and endured for centuries," Optimus said, "In the begining I fought alongside one who I considered a brother. But in war, ideals can be corrupted. And it was thus that Megatron lost his way."

"Is there gonna be a quiz?" Miko sighed and she grunted as Paige lightly elbowed her in the arm.

"So what does Megatron or any of this have to do with us?" Jack asked.

"Megatron has not been seen or heard from in some time," Optimus said, "but if his return is imminent, as I fear, it could be catastrophic."

◊◊◊◊

"Those transmissions are aminating from deep space. I would hate to waste the Energon," Starscream sighed, "unless you are absolutely certain." Soundwave nodded his helm in confirmation. Echo looked at her brother then at Starscream.

"Then lock on transmission coordinates and activate the space bridge," Starscream said.

◊◊◊◊

In the darkness of deep space, a space bridge opened up. In mere seconds, a silver and purple jet flew out of the space bridge and transformed into his bipedal form.

"DECEPTICONS! I have returned," Megatron said with a triumphant grin.

[the-odd-job]

Ashes of Icarus chapter 10 - That Doesn’t Make It Right

Rating: Explicit Warnings: Chose Not to Use Category: Other Fandom: Transformers Characters: Sunstreaker, Skywarp, Megatron, Ratchet Relationships: Megatron/Sunstreaker, Sideswipe & Sunstreaker Additional Tags: Dubcon, Unplanned Pregnancy, Mechpreg, Sticky Words: 5664

In which Sunstreaker goes kinda nutty for the d.

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The next battle that came, they were indeed allowed to take part and everything. They didn’t throw themselves into it with all of their usual abandon because Prowl was still tetchy and it was in their best interest to try not to piss him off too badly.

There were still a few instances of ignored or creatively warped orders, but Prowl didn’t expect perfect obedience from them. That would’ve never happened.

Had to keep your expectations realistic!

But as Sunstreaker had suspected, battles weren’t really the prime time for any meet and greets with Megatron, especially if they tried to play it by Prowl’s boring books. Prowl didn’t want them engaging Megatron.

He couldn’t even get particularly close to the tyrant before he was needed for something else or otherwise told to just leave it to Optimus.

There were looks, though. From the both of them. When Megatron wasn’t busy overseeing the Decepticons’ current goal or fighting Optimus, Sunstreaker more than once found the warlord’s optics on him.

Megatron got a glare in return every time, and once Sunstreaker happened close enough that he was pretty sure he didn’t imagine the amused upward tick at the corner of Megatron’s mouth.

Before he had to run off again to do whatever Prowl wanted. Ugh.

So that was a dry few months, at least on the front of really good fucks. He partook in some ‘facing for the heck of it, a few times, but after that only left him more frustrated, he saw no reason to continue.

No Autobot compared to Megatron. Maybe some of the Decepticons would have worked as substitutes, but–

Vector Sigma, was he seriously thinking about ‘facing even more Decepticons? What, Megatron wasn’t enough? Had to go betray his own side a little more thoroughly, was that it?

Sideswipe was in a fucking brilliant mood almost every hour of every day due to the whole thing, though. Frustrated, sure, of course he was when Sunstreaker was so, but he just found it so funny. And he was probably the only Autobot that would’ve thought the whole arrangement and Sunstreaker’s little issues with it were amusing, so… It was best only he knew.

And the twins were pretty good at keeping secrets. Their own, anyway. Had to be, when being honest would’ve just gotten them ostracized even further. There were a lot of details about their lives and thoughts that the Autobots had no business knowing. They’d learned to dance around those topics and either lie their way through it, or tell half truths that didn’t cast light onto anything.

This was just one more thing on the list no one else had any reason to know about. Just… Probably even more damning than the other stuff on that list.

Was it too late to end the game? He could just tell Megatron he didn’t want to do it anymore, that it was over after it had barely begun… Pretend none of it had ever happened and go back to even remotely trying to be an Autobot that didn’t shag the enemy willy nilly.

Even if that had worked, though… Did he want to? 

Did he want to put an end to the best interfacing of his whole damn life, made all the more exhilarating by how utterly wrong it was?

Did he really want to discourage the attention of one of the most powerful mecha in existence? When that danger Megatron was made him dizzy in the best fucking way? Knowing there was little he could ultimately do against him, no matter his own proficiency and strength?

Okay, so apparently he found power really fucking attractive, sue him. But Megatron embodied it all. Everything he wanted, and everything he didn’t know he wanted. 

...Fuck him, seriously. Was he in too damn deep already? 

Why did he think the answer to that might be a resounding yes?

And Sideswipe cackled.

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There had to be consequences to the whole thing, and Sunstreaker was sure they’d catch up with him eventually. But for now?

They were good at taking down Seekers, but always the most problematic of them all was the Command Trine. They were the Command Trine for a reason—even if that reason wasn’t always apparent—and some extra caution was always required when engaging any of them.

The thing about trines, too, was that they were generally pretty good at working together. That was their whole point, to split the Seekers into smaller units that functioned well in relation to each other. 

Starscream, Thundercracker, and Skywarp were no exception to that. So, best case scenario was when the trine members couldn’t come to each other’s aid, either because both of the twins were harassing that particular trine, or because their ground bound comrades were helping by keeping some of the Seekers busy.

However, things didn’t always work by the best case scenario. This time, when Sunstreaker heard the telltale VOP of Skywarp’s teleportation while surfing on Thundercracker’s back, he knew he was in for a not so pleasant time. 

He had just the time to look over his shoulder before Skywarp had already caught up with them, in his bipedal mode for reasons that became apparent when the Seeker took a hold of him instead of just shooting him like Sunstreaker had expected. 

Then he hit the metaphorical brakes while Thundercracker very much did not do the same, and the blue Seeker slipped from his grasp to carry onward while Skywarp brought himself and Sunstreaker to a halt midair. 

It didn’t get any better from there. “Oh you have got to be kidding me…” Sunstreaker muttered when his frame began to glow purple, and with another VOP an entirely different location greeted them. 

Skywarp may have been made for warping around space and time, but most other mecha were not. Space and ground bridges were far more forgiving than Skywarp’s warp drive.

True to that, Sunstreaker’s processors slipped well out of alignment and were ready to start playing walking in the air at him, whereas Skywarp was in exactly no way affected by his jump. That should have put him in an impossibly precarious situation on the grounds that it left him in poor defense and even poorer attack where Skywarp still had all of his—lacking—faculties…

And it was a precarious position, sure, but it didn’t end near as bad as it should have. He had no fucking idea where they’d ended up in, his positioning system just shrugging its shoulders at him, but there was a forest clearing below them.

He’d have expected the Seeker to just drop him right about now, but instead Skywarp descended. Too fast for the comfort of Sunstreaker’s recently displaced frame, but hey, he wasn’t falling like a rock.

One they were only a couple of times his height away from ground, then Skywarp saw fit to let go of him. Sunstreaker didn’t land anywhere close to as gracefully as he normally would have, but he didn’t break any body parts either, so he counted that a victory.

“Have fun!” Skywarp quipped at him, and Sunstreaker looked up just in time to see the Seeker’s grin before purple light engulfed him and with yet another VOP, Skywarp disappeared into thin air. 

He didn’t really have the time to dedicate any of his very slowly running thoughts to what the fuck the Seeker meant with that before the sound of another jet approaching rose in the distance, growing closer by the second.

Sunstreaker knew what Seekers sounded like. This one wasn’t a Seeker.

Even through the groaning his mind was busy with, one possibility popped to the forefront of his processors.

He didn’t think too hard on it though, because it wouldn’t be long before he’d get confirmation on that. Frag but his head hurt. Hits he could take, his armor was specifically designed to handle that.

Nothing about him was made to handle warping.

He didn’t really feel up to getting to his pedes if he didn’t absolutely need to, so he didn’t while he waited the minute or so it took for the jet to arrive on the scene. 

It was just as he thought. This almost felt like a setup.

Sunstreaker did stagger to his feet as Megatron transformed a little above ground and landed with a heavy thud only muted by the vegetation of the clearing. The tyrant had one look at him before raising an optical ridge. “Skywarp’s teleportation is something else, isn’t it?”

“Fuuuuck you,” Sunstreaker responded—it came out as a bit too much like a groan to his liking. “If this is your doing I’m fucking killing you.”

“In your current state?” Amused disbelief on Megatron’s part, right there.

“...Later.” Right. See. He could do that later.

Once he felt a little better and not like the world could shatter to thousands of pieces any moment.

Right now though… He was a bit too slow on the start to react before Megatron had already stalked over to him and just… Grabbed him. Like you did when you were big and strong and… Very big and strong.

He was hauled off his pedes by his waist and Sunstreaker at least had enough state of mind to wrap his legs around Megatron’s waist.

And then they were there, in a very compromising position were anyone to stumble upon them. Sunstreaker took a few seconds to reorient himself before he glared up at the tyrant, feeling his thoughts slowly piecing themselves back together.

See, the universe wasn’t exploding, reality wasn’t caving in… He could do this.

“Put me down,” he snarled, kicking at the back of Megatron’s thighs, because that was sure to work. 

“While we have all the time in the world, for once? No.”

Sunstreaker huffed and pretended his frame wasn’t very quickly heating and his thoughts growing muddy from a reason that had nothing to do with Skywarp’s teleportation. “Shouldn’t you be at the battle, anyway? Being the leader of the whole damn army and whatnot.”

“Soundwave has it under control,” Megatron dismissed his so called ‘concern’, apparently very sure that everything had been arranged for maximum fuck. 

His would be partner wasn’t as convinced. “You think they don’t notice me gone, though?” Sunstreaker asked, narrowing his optics up at the larger mech. “Prowl’s gonna be mad he doesn’t have me to order around anymore, and then they’ll just make Sideswipe play bloodhound.” And Sideswipe would find him, and couldn’t even pretend to not be able to do that when fragging everyone knew their ability to locate each other was all but infallible.

“Your brother has been dealt with.” Megatron brushed that aside too, and… Well, they hadn’t killed Sideswipe or Sunstreaker wouldn’t feel as alive as he did right then, but when he focused on their spark, it turned out to be very true that Sideswipe was thoroughly knocked out. Their spark was dancing around with Sunstreaker’s anticipation and Sideswipe’s mirth over his anticipation, but there was no feedback whatsoever from his frame.

Well then.

Sunstreaker shrugged.

“Really? No death threats for injuring your brother?” 

“If you wanted to kill me you could just… Do it. Since you haven’t, I take it you don’t want to do that, so it follows that Sideswipe is fine.

“...Mostly fine, anyway.” He didn’t know what they had done to manage to knock his twin out cold, because they were built beyond sturdy and that shouldn’t be an easy feat, but…

Eh, he’d be okay, probably.

“Flippant,” Megatron commented, but it was evident both of their thoughts were starting to head to different tracks entirely. It wasn’t just Sunstreaker’s frame that was a little hot to touch, anymore.

Sunstreaker revved his engine. “Works in your favor.”

“That it does.” And that was the end of their interest in talking. Megatron lifted him further up, effortlessly, like Sunstreaker’s frame didn’t weigh a thing��� And he definitely didn’t fight as much as he should have when Megatron pressed his lips to his.

Megatron’s lips were rough against his, just like the rest of the mech. Not only in the way they moved and pressed, no, but in texture also. Roughened by a lifetime of struggling, of beating all of the odds stacked up against him—fierce, intense in a way no Autobot had ever managed, and he doubted would ever manage. It wasn’t just a taste of the fire burning in Megatron’s spark, it was a slagging flood of it in everything Megatron did, here or anywhere else—in this or in anything else. 

He was so tantalizingly dangerous, a demolisher that razed everything that stood in his way—an unrivaled dominator exerting his power and control over the entire world.

And Sunstreaker had caught his attention. Sunstreaker was tightening his legs around his hips, his vents panting already, and they were only getting started. 

Megatron’s glossa flicked over his lips, asking for entrance.

Sunstreaker pressed his denta together and denied–

–If just for the thrill of hearing Megatron growl deep from his frame, a rough bite on his lower lip nearly pulling a gasp from Sunstreaker. The pressure only increased until the sharpened denta began to dig into his dermal plating—demanding, and Sunstreaker, still denying.

The frame he was held against shook from the strength of the rev of Megatron’s engine and the warlord’s grip on him tightened, until it, too, threatened to dent his armor. One servo held his thigh, the other had traveled to the back of his helm… Holding him, trapping him in place. 

Claws began to dig into his plating. Sunstreaker shivered from helm to pede at the clear when—not if, there was no if with Megatron—in the tyrant’s every gesture.

Sunstreaker would give in because no one said no to Megatron.

But oh, the road to that yes was paved with so many harsh things that Sunstreaker would have gladly bled for—had bled for, would bleed for. Make him, don’t fucking ask, take it–

And Megatron was everything he could have dreamed of. Those claws, dangerous, massive claws, sunk into the plating of his thigh. Alerts blinked on his HUD, pain blossomed—blood flowed when Megatron pierced deep enough to cut into the fuel lines feeding the engine in his leg.

Still Sunstreaker refused, snarling deep from his engine, only for that to get drowned out by the thunder Megatron’s engine produced. His denta cut into his lip just as his claws had cut into his neck, and with a full-body tremor, Sunstreaker finally yielded, his mouth falling open. Megatron’s glossa immediately invaded his oral cavity, and when Sunstreaker bit down on it without fanfare… Oh, how he felt it on his body. 

Megatron’s talons rent his plating further, digging painful, painful furrows into his leg��slowly cutting into his helmet.

And Sunstreaker groaned against the vicious lips of the enemy—and even when his denta parted again and released the warlord’s glossa, those claws didn’t unhook from the wounds they had created.

His punishment for his disobedience.

He should have hated it. He should have wanted nothing to do with it, he should have wanted to kill Megatron–

Instead all he could feel was heat and lust that the pain did nothing to quell. 

He’d liked it rough, always had. This… Probably went a lot beyond that. The damage was real, the blood was real. It wasn’t just a hard frag.

When had it ever been? Hadn’t fights prefaced all of their previous encounters?

Sunstreaker ground his groin down against Megatron’s even as the tyrant fucking used his mouth, his glossa accepting no resistance whatsoever. It came and went as it pleased, did what it pleased, and it didn’t matter what Sunstreaker wanted—and that was exactly what he wanted. It was heady, heady, heady; his vents blasted hot air, knowing he should never in a million years be doing this–

His arms wrapped around Megatron’s neck. The tyrant didn’t seem to mind.

Megatron’s claws pulled out of this thigh to the gush of more energon, only for the blood stained digits to reach for his valve cover instead. They scratched against it, digging furrows into the metal before hooking into the seams like every time previously–

And like every time previously, Sunstreaker retracted it before it was torn off entirely.

Answers. His side would want answers he was not willing to give.

Primus, all of this would be hard enough to explain already.

Megatron’s cover retracted too, and this time there were no preparations, just the sudden shove of Megatron’s spike into his fucking soaked valve. The stretch was abrupt, his calipers completely unprepared for it, it fragging hurt–

And he moaned into their kiss, rocking his frame to drive the genocidal maniac’s spike deeper. Megatron growled against him, bit his lip—brought both of his servos to his aft and lifted, then dropped–

Fragging him standing like it was no exertion whatsoever. Not even a wall to pin him against.

Sunstreaker arched his back, angled his hips, and took it, took every time Megatron let his frame fall onto his spike only for the next upward motion to drag against sensors already screaming with charge.

He didn’t last long. Of course he didn’t, how could he have when he was so fucking full that not one sensor was left unattended, everything in his valve ripe for the stimulation of Megatron’s spike. It drove him up, up, and up, until he reached the peak and fell off the other side.

Charge exploded in his frame, and he would have screamed if his vocalizer hadn’t given out to just a burst of static. Lightning arced along his plating and his valve clamped down with all of its might as his frame tensed from helm to pede.

Megatron jerked his hips against him until his spike was as deep as it could go and then more charge assaulted Sunstreaker’s frame, this time originating from the warlord. It tingled across his sensitized plating, shot into his valve along with Megatron’s transfluid, and drew his frame into another, smaller overload right on the heels of the one that barely had the time to end.

It was fucking glorious.  

He was so hot, his frame burning, but there was nothing his fans or vents could do as Megatron never fucking left it, only lowered them to the ground until Sunstreaker’s back hit it.

Like this now, huh?

“Stamina, is it?” Sunstreaker asked, his voice still a little staticky but a bloodthirsty grin on his face.

“You’ll find that I have some,” Megatron growled back at him before their mouths clashed together once again, and this time Sunstreaker had the time to weasel his own glossa into Megatron’s mouth. Surprisingly, he was allowed to do so, and pits, but the fire and brimstone in him—the taste of war and death that somehow managed to permeate him… This was the unmaker, and he was between Sunstreaker’s legs, his spike thrusting into him.

And he’d never felt anything better.

Megatron’s glossa drove his own back into his mouth and then it was Sunstreaker on the receiving end of it all, his servos only grasping onto Megatron through every slam into his frame—some desperate attempt to ground himself even as the ground fell out from under him and another overload hit him with all the force of a freight train.

This time he screamed, his back arching off the ground and into Megatron, all the better for the warbringer to drive his spike into him, through his overload, beyond it, over and over again until another one had Sunstreaker tensing and crying out—Megatron’s name.

The tyrant hissed against him, a sound that was nothing but pleased, and Sunstreaker spared one thought to how fucking screwed he was–

Before Megatron exiled that with an overload of his own, his charge zapping at Sunstreaker and his valve further soiled by Megatron’s come. 

And still Sunstreaker ground his hips against Megatron’s, even through the heat warnings his frame was giving him, because why the fuck not?  

What did he have to lose anymore?

Had he ever even fucking cared about what he had to lose?

Not really, had he?

Oh, what a bad, bad Autobot he was.

“Frag me,” he hissed, digging his digits into the gaps of Megatron’s armor, tugging him closer.

And Megatron growled at him, the sound vibrating the ground and the air–

But he pulled out, and away, and Sunstreaker released a growl of his own, his optics flashing.

Before he could say anything, though, or do anything, Megatron had already grabbed him with harsh servos, turning him over.

And fuck but Sunstreaker had no complaints about that when Megatron lifted his hips up and rammed back into his valve. One of his servos remained on his hip, keeping them up, but the other…

The other traveled along his back until it wrapped around the back of his neck and pressed him down—forcing his chest into the ground, his helm down, pinned in place like a fucking whore, and Megatron began to fragging drill him, driving into his frame with so much force that Sunstreaker wasn’t sure he’d ever felt anything like it in his whole damn life.

But Megatron was busting a lot of records, even with their very limited encounters. 

“Fragging yes,” he ground out, using the limited motion left to him to shove his hips back into Megatron’s every goddamn thrust—and when had he been in almost this same exact position last time?

Ironhide was nothing compared to the strength Megatron displayed right then and there, and like he wasn’t even trying—like he dominated everything and everyone just by existing. 

He was going to go mad. He was going to lose his fucking mind. “Fragging ‘face me, ‘face me you fragging despot–”

Megatron’s engine revved, hard, the vibrations of it traveling through his fragging spike and straight into his goddamned core, and Sunstreaker couldn’t keep himself from groaning into the dirt he was pressed, pinned against. 

“You like to be put to your place, do you?” the tyrant asked from him, his voice the kind of snarl that only further scattered each and every thought Sunstreaker had ever had–

But how would he explain it? How could he ever explain how high the sheer power Megatron was drove him? Megatron could do this if he wanted, and there was fuckall Sunstreaker would have been able to do about it even if he’d been inclined to do anything about it. 

The strength, the control, the things Megatron was, the blood he’d shed…

The violence.

“Only by the likes of you,” Sunstreaker growled back before his mouth fell open at a particularly hard thrust that was going to leave fucking indents on his aft, he was sure of it–

“The likes of me,” and Primus, but Megatron’s voice, deep, rough, above him, all around him, “Or just me?”

He was so fucking close and he would die from this, he was sure of it. “Don’t flatter yourself,” Sunstreaker managed to get out, voice so fragging strained it was a surprise his vocalizer even managed to squeeze the words out of it–

And then it was all fragging over for him. Sunstreaker screamed as overload crashed through him one more time, hard enough that cables snapped from the tension, systems burning themselves out, ecstasy the only thing he could feel.

Megatron rumbled before Sunstreaker could feel his charge join the one already dancing in Sunstreaker’s frame, only adding to it, building on it—his valve was full to the point of overflowing, lubricant and transfluid trailing down his thighs and onto the ground.

And that, that was a new record he doubted would be broken anytime soon.

Then it was over, the tension draining from his body and leaving him strutless, shaking, gasping for air to cool himself with—and aching all over in ways that would have tested him were his pain tolerance any lower. 

“Slag…” he breathed.

Megatron chuckled behind him before pulling out, and the amount of motherfucking fluids that poured out of him…

How was he ever going to clean this up? Especially without Sideswipe?

He really didn’t feel as concerned about that as he absolutely should have. But the afterglow, it was all too… Afterglowy. Really fucking with his priorities.

Plus he’d really need to figure out where the frag he was going to gather the strength to move himself from. 

“Did that feel good?” Megatron asked, and… Ah, there came the strength. 

Sunstreaker lifted his arm with some effort, one finger and a fist.  

The tyrant straight up laughed at him this time, but Sunstreaker didn’t quite manage to scrounge up enough offense to do more than vaguely growl as he pushed himself onto his hands and knees. Megatron let him.

Sunstreaker would’ve asked if he had run out of stamina already, but pits, Sunstreaker had run out of stamina, and he wasn’t sure he would survive another round even if Megatron was up for it.

So he shut his mouth, for once. 

“Do you need help covering up?” was the next question Megatron had, and Sunstreaker glanced back in surprise. Was he really offering?

“What do you care about me covering up?” he asked, rolling onto his aft and flinching at the very real pain that bloomed at his bottom.

Right, his aft hurt. Rough landing onto it, that was all. Not getting railed by one… Very strong individual, for sure not. 

“I believe your side would try to put a stop to this if they found out. And I rather enjoy it,” Megatron gave as a reason, and yeah, that made sense.

Ha, Megatron enjoyed it. Sunstreaker smirked. “I’m just that good of a lay, am I?”

Megatron snorted. “What did you say? ‘Don’t flatter yourself’? Don’t flatter yourself.”

“Riiiiight.” About that cleaning, though. Sunstreaker pulled out a cloth from his subspace and began to wipe away the excessive fluids covering his lower half, and scrub away the paint transfers.

Megatron straight up helped him, at one point telling him to roll back over so he could get his behind where Sunstreaker wouldn’t have seen what the slag he was doing.

He tried very, very hard not to get turned right back on by it.

He wasn’t very successful, but. They didn’t devolve into more fucking that would’ve undone all of their hard work, so there was that. 

“Until next time, Sunstreaker,” Megatron said in parting—and not without one more scorching kiss that left him woozy in the head—before transforming and leaving Sunstreaker alone on the clearing that had come to look a little too much like the scene of a good frag. 

But there was no reason why he should’ve needed to tell his side where exactly he had been.

Driving wasn’t exactly an option though, and that was the crappy part about all of this. Walking, through a goddamn forest, back to where Sideswipe (and presumably the rest of his comrades by extension) was. 

Was it even worth it? Pits, Skywarp could’ve at least bothered to warp him somewhere closer to the battlesite afterwards…

But Skywarp wasn’t here, and neither was anyone else for that matter. Sunstreaker huffed before he resigned himself to the trip he’d need to take and headed into the forest.

It was slagging ages later that he finally made it so far that he could scan other Autobots, and they could scan him, and by that point Sunstreaker was thoroughly annoyed. At least there was no concern of others wondering why he was in such a good mood post-frag, because he was not in a good mood anymore. 

He stomped out of the goddamn forest to Bluestreak running up to him. “Sunstreaker! There you are, we’ve been looking for you all over the place but Sideswipe’s out so we didn’t know where Skywarp teleported you but you’re here and are you alright–”

On and on he went. Sunstreaker tuned him out as Prowl and Optimus approached. “What happened to Sideswipe?” he asked, because he’d really love to know what the ‘Cons had fashioned to ‘deal with’ his twin.

“The Combaticons went after him after Skywarp teleported you away,” Prowl told with clear displeasure. No doubt having them out of the battle like that was a little too unexpected for his liking.

“Where did Skywarp take you? Are you alright?” Optimus asked, concern in his optics.

Sunstreaker scowled at him before marching straight past the lot of them to where he could see Ratchet crouched over Sideswipe. “To the other side of the whole goddamn planet, apparently! And then I had to walk back. Through a motherfucking forest. The next time I see that slagger I’m ripping that whole warp drive straight out of him! How’s Sideswipe?”

Ratchet glanced up at him as he halted next to the medic and his extremely downed brother, his servos finding their way onto his hips.

Sideswipe looked slagging terrible. The Combaticons really had had a field day with him by the looks of things. 

Well, at least it had guaranteed an interruption free fuck– No don’t fragging think about that in front of everyone.

His engine revved due to anger over his brother’s state. Yes. That was the reason.

“He’ll live,” Ratchet confirmed what Sunstreaker already knew. “None of his injuries are life threatening even on the long term, surprisingly.”

“Did you at least get the Combaticons off his aft?” Sunstreaker asked from Prowl as the tactician came closer for them all to prepare board Skyfire and head back to the Ark.

“Yes,” Prowl answered reluctantly, “but not soon enough.”

“Soon enough that they didn’t kill him,” Sunstreaker noted. Oh, they wouldn’t have, under Megatron’s orders no doubt, but the rest of them didn’t need to know that.

“True,” the Praxian conceded, watching Ratchet finish patching up the worst of Sideswipe’s injuries. He wouldn’t be bleeding all over the place anymore. As much, anyway.

“Are you alright?” Ratchet asked from him next, standing up to let Ironhide carry Sideswipe into Skyfire’s hold. Sunstreaker became the target of his scans at once and Ratchet scowled at the amount of dents on him.

And the claw marks.

“Nothing much more than a rough landing,” Sunstreaker lied with a straight face, standing still while Ratchet confirmed the non-severity of his injuries. “I think he just wanted to remove me from the battle instead of trying to do anything further than that after he succeeded in that. Smart, for fucking once.” Skywarp wasn’t exactly known for his intelligence, but he wasn’t straight up suicidal in his stupidity, usually.

And trying to fight Sunstreaker one on one would’ve been suicidally stupid.

Ratchet grunted noncommittally at that before he came to the conclusion that Sunstreaker wasn’t in need of any immediate repairs and ushered him into Skyfire after everyone else.

The flight back to the Ark was uneventful. Ratchet kept watch over Sideswipe, just in case, and Sunstreaker leaned against the wall on his brother’s other side, not much fancying sitting down when his aft hadn’t stopped complaining about the treatment Megatron had given it. By just fragging. Not even spanking, or something.

...And it remained he should not let his thoughts go there around the other Autobots.

Sunstreaker tried to focus on Bluestreak’s voice instead, the gunner letting his vocalizer run a mile a minute as usual. He still struggled to maintain enough attention on it enough to actually follow the young Praxian’s one-sided conversation with Jazz, his thoughts just… Eager to wander.

Damn Megatron.

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Once Ratchet was fully satisfied that Sideswipe wouldn’t suddenly offline no matter what, his brother became the lowest priority patient on the grounds that he’d take the longest time to fix. Better to get everyone else out of the way before dedicating the time to that. Sunstreaker fell pretty far down the ladder too, because it was well known that he wasn’t leaving the medbay before Sideswipe was ready to leave with him.

Between Ratchet and First Aid, though, everyone else was fixed within a matter of hours and sent on their respective ways. Sunstreaker had had surprisingly much luck with just watching everything happen around him, instead of letting his thoughts go down some rather unacceptable tracks. The upside was that he wasn’t inexplicably turned on by the time Ratchet stopped in front of him. “On the berth, let me deal with you next.”

Sunstreaker uncrossed his arms and hopped onto the berth next to Sideswipe’s, laying down for Ratchet’s inspection and following repairs.

Of course, that couldn’t go down without questions. “Did Skywarp do anything else to you after teleporting you away?”

“What does it look like? Got his claws on me. Then dropped me. Before I’d recovered from the warp, mind you.” 

Ratchet was prodding around the very deep cuts Megatron had left on his thigh, and… Well, his optics flicked to his interface paneling.

Scratched paneling. Ratchet had a glance at it, then his optics rose to Sunstreaker’s face. There wasn’t anything Sunstreaker would’ve called suspicion there, though. 

Yet. “Did he get to your cover too? That couldn’t have been comfortable.”

“No, pretty sure that was the trees.”

And what of his lip? “Did you bite yourself when you fell, too?” Ratchet asked, frowning at his mouth.

That was a good explanation for it, actually. “Yeah. Like said, I hadn’t recovered from the warp,” Sunstreaker grumbled, averting his gaze with just the right amount of annoyance. “Not my best fall ever.”

“I would really prefer it if you had no falls whatsoever. What is with your obsession with heights when you can’t even facilitate flight?” Ratchet grumped, and Sunstreaker grinned. 

“What can I say, the scenery is really nice rushing towards your face.”

He got whacked for that, and laughed at Ratchet’s glaring. Yeah, not funny that he got injured and near-killed sometimes. 

It was kind of funny though.

And it looked like today was not the day anyone would start to suspect anything more than Skywarp had happened. Praise Primus below.

( Next )

[signaturedish]

Can we have a what if adult femme Harry met Skywarp first?

Ooh Skywarp, huh? I’m curious why you’d choose him. I don’t see him getting a lot of attention usually. 

I kind of did a meet-cute thing. Hope you don’t mind it’s not really a summary.

He’s the chaotic neutral of the main three Decepticon seekers. Unruly, a prankster no matter what side you’re on, and very hard to keep on track. Dealing with him during those independent Allspark/Megatron searches must’ve been a nightmare. 

He’s happy with who he is though, fun is hard to come by and he’s not going to let stuffy superiors and grim veterans drag him down. The war has been going on past the point of even caring to remember, what does it matter if he doesn’t join the billionth patrol or dumps an Autobot down a storm drain rather than a hundred-foot drop? It keeps the monotony away.

He’s happy with who he is, even if he’s pretty sure he’s gonna die in some stupid way all alone without anyone who really understood him.

Until he meets the heir to the marauders. 

He hadn’t been wandering the Earth for more than a week (mostly to annoy Starscream who wanted them in formation dammit) when he picks up the weirdest chatter. From a dam filled with itty bitty humans who were too dumb to replicate a cry for help, far fainter than it should’ve been given the assumed levels to a human dam. 

He’s got nothing better to do (muting the indignant shrieking across his trinebond) so he sends a quick acknowledgment and loops back to find out what’s going on. 

What’s going on is that some poor bastard even thicker than Skywarp got stuck in some dingy human lab, apparently. They scrambled him good, too. Not a clue whether he’s Decepticon or Autobot, Primus, not a clue whether he’s a seeker or a grounder. How do you mix those up?? 

He spends way too long lying shamelessly to the unlucky bot, gleeful at how many reactions he can get out of him. Skywarp isn’t the fastest missile in the arsenal and it’s a treat to be around someone even more clueless than he is. Telling him filthy curses were polite greetings, telling him Autobots all have laser-optics, telling him Megatron was a hundred feet tall, it was a riot!

Around the time he’s convinced him Soundwave is the name of an STD, however, the dynamic shifts. 

He gave something away, he always does. Long games are no fun when it’s just him laughing. The other guy- who apparently got tricked by someone else into believing his designation is Hay-ree-ett, ew- wised up, started asking sharper questions, started poking holes in the flimsy story he was being fed.

Started teasing back.

“I guess you’d know all about STDs, huh.”

Hay-ree-ett was irritated with him, no doubt about it, but that didn’t quell a certain devilish glee in taking the piss out of Skywarp that bordered on playful. Probably wasn’t a goody goody Autobot either, not with just how much sarcasm came pouring out of that comm unit.

“What I look like? A hundred feet tall with laser eyes, why?"

Wasn’t even panicking, either, a solid spark underneath all those errors, definitely. Sure, a surprisingly well-constructed slew of insults slipped out in every other sentence for how useless Skywarp was, but the bot wasn’t begging for assistance or demanding straight answers. He bitched about his situation, gamely roasted all of Skywarp’s hair-brained suggestions, and bitched some more.

Skywarp had been burning through his fuel for over an hour when he realized he’d taken shine to the stupid bot. Not a whole lot of Decepticons outside his trine could hold his attention that long without getting boring. 

It was worth a little chewing out later, right?

So with a quick warning ping to Starscream that had long since become the Skywarp Screw Up Signal and a mischievous cackle commed to his newest victim, Skywarp tipped his nose down and teleported.

A couple dozen levels of concrete lead to a wide-open warehouse if Hay-ree-ett was to be believed, not too far for a portal even if the lack of sights was risky. 

Sure enough, in a crackle of energon, the world went dim and steel walls encroached on his wings and he was going way too fast-

He only lightly smacked into a wall of storage containers, switching to peds to stick the landing in a cacophony of shrieking metal.

“Hey there, fragger.”

A surprisingly smooth voice synthesizer lit up with an audible smile and Skywarp wheeled around to find a short nimble bot in shades of gold stuck in a human box. He was sat comfortably in the middle, narrow, downward-pointed wings splayed out behind him.

“If you wanted to join me, all you had to do was ask,” Bright green optics twinkled up at him, “I’ll even scoot over, we can share the box.”

Skywarp sneered, excitement nipping at his heels as he circled around the other bot. “Maybe I just wanted to laugh at you from a better seat. Would be pretty funny if I shook this thing, right? Like a giant rattle.”

No fear, not even a subtle flick of wings. “Go right ahead, it’ll be even funnier when these scientists catch you because you’ve dented your own wings being a moron.”

Oh yeah, the humans. Screaming and scattering like an overturned anthill underfoot. Skywarp let them run, they weren’t interesting.

“How have we not met before,” He wondered, activating his blaster. He intentionally set his auto-targeting on the gold bot and had the pleasure of watching green optics snap open wide as he threw himself out of the way of the first blast. It scorched the box, but didn’t crack it. He fired again, right for Hay-ree-ett’s face. 

“Guess I was luckier than I thought,” Hay-ree-ett snapped, rolling and ducking as spiderweb cracks appeared and tiny plastic shards sprayed the floor around them.

Seeker build, he decided, with enough agility that the bot probably wasn’t designed for damage or defense.

Specialized designs like that didn’t last long outside well-rounded trines, so there’s a lead if some other Decepticon wants to bother figuring out who Hay-ree-ett actually is. 

Didn’t have weapons either, not that it stopped him. Skywarp clapped when Hay-ree-ett executed a strong kick right to the center of smoldering plastic, finally shattering a hole large enough for him to climb out of. 

Then a human scorched him with frost and it was a blur from there.

Screaming, blasting, sprinting, struts numb and aching. Finally, lift-off. 

He went careening to the right, horribly off-balance as Hay-ree-ett clung tightly to his frame without permission couldn’t he fly and threatened to send him crashing back into the hoses of paralyzing ice. Guess that answered how the humans managed to nab a presumably unscrambled bot in the first place.

Hay-ree-ett wasn’t coming off anytime soon and he certainly wasn’t going to end up in a box right alongside him, so he threw open a portal and warped mere inches from the ground.

The desert sprang open around them, flat sand and low rolling hills spread lazily out in all directions as the setting sun lit everything on fire. It stalled his processor, the difference was so abrupt. 

Once he’d settled a little, calmly noting his struts were warming and returning to normal, appreciative of the lack of human screaming and tightly enclosed human spaces. 

Then he transformed midflight and allowed his unwanted passenger to slip right off his wings.

He meant to get a little revenge watching the bot smack into a cactus plant and scratch that pretty gold paint, but apparently the virus was one step ahead of him, because Skywarp was yanked by the ped right along with him and their combined, uncontrolled fall sent both tumbling harmlessly into the sand.

“What the frag,” Skywarp whined, kicking at a bush as sand got into every crevice, “Do you get dumped off seekers that often?”

Hay-ree-ett scowled down at him, already on his peds and glittering in the light, it wasn’t fair that he was so pretty too. 

“No, you just remind me of a set of tricky bastards who’d do the exact same thing.”

Hay-ree-ett softened then, unexpectedly, “well, one tricky bastard now. But you seem like just as much trouble as both of them at once.”

But Skywarp wasn’t listening anymore.

Because he just realized how much of a massive moron he was.

This wasn’t a surprisingly short, surprisingly pretty, surprisingly soft-spoken seeker. 

The information danced mocking circles overheard, parading the conclusion he hadn’t reached while screwing around under the dam.

Glittering gold, lightweight and compactly constructed. Long struts and heavily armored hips. Short torso and rounded breastplate. Clearly crafted with the sole mission of making a bot impossible to hit in the skies. 

His energon pump halted routine, he couldn’t feel it past the scorching shock and embarrassment coursing through every microchip in his frame.

Then, because Primus was cruel, his crackling vocal synthesizer activated on its own.

“You’re a femme?!”

...

And from there we get dumb but fun-loving prankster Skywarp silently dying the sad awkward death of something who never figured out how to breathe while looking at their crush while seeker goddess Harriet finds herself horrifically charmed by this strange extra Weasley twin in a giant robot’s body. 

Hope you liked it!

[zenxenophilia]

Hi there~ Is there any way to make the Cons flustered?

There is if you play your cards right.  ;)  (I went with the TFP crew.  I hope that’s alright.)

Megatron:  It’d bepretty hard to get this mech flustered, tbh. He’s been around the block a few times, so to speak, so there’s not awhole lot that catches him off guard anymore. He’s really good at making you flustered though, raising an approvingoptic ridge or flashing you a dangerous smirk as he walks by.  However, if you were to express genuineaffection towards him, without actually flirting, he might be a bit… at a lossfor words.  He’s used to being feared, orbeing showered with meaningless praise from his lackeys, but to hear you saysuch wonderful things about him, and genuinely mean them… well it’s… nice…

Starscream:  It’ssurprisingly easy to get this boy all hot and bothered, if you know how.  Being sweet won’t work with him like it wouldfor Megs (he’ll just scoff and roll his optics), you gotta play dirty. ;)  Casually brush your hand across his wingswhile pretending to be reaching for something else.  Call him “Lord Starscream” while dragging outhis name in a sensual purr.  He honestlywon’t know what to do with himself.  Andif you wanted to be particularly devious, stroke your fingers over the base ofhis wings while whispering “All hail, Starscream” in his audials.  (His cooling fans would probably break.)  

Soundwave:  Youprobably wouldn’t even know if he was feeling flustered or not.  You would have to pay extra close attentionto his body language.  He’s more inclinedto get flustered over you being cute, rather than if you tried to intentionallyget him riled up.  You wouldn’t know itat the time, but he’d be silently fawning over how darn adorable you were.  Another way to fluster this mech would be toacknowledge all the hard work he does. Pay him a genuine compliment, and there’s a good chance his vents willkick in.  He might also flash a heartacross his visor, if you two were in private.

Knock Out:  You reallyhave your work cut out for you here. Knock Out’s a good looking mech, and he knows it.  He’s pretty much heard and seen it all.  He doesn’t get flustered; he gets otherpeople flustered.  And oh boy, does thismech know how to get you hot under the collar! All he has to do is shoot you a devilish wink and a smile and you’ll beflushing up to your ears.  However, thereis one thing you can do to get him to drop his defenses.  The next time he starts going on abouthimself, tell him sincerely, and without any sarcasm that you think he’s prettyremarkable.  He’ll kind of stop and just…freeze for a second, before coughing and awkwardly changing the subject.  (That wasn’t a blush by any chance, was itDoctor?)

Breakdown:  It is soridiculously easy to get this guy to blush, it’s almost funny (scratch that, it’sdefinitely funny!)  Whistle at him as hewalks by.  Sway your hips and shoot himthe smolder when you enter a room.  “Hey,handsome.  Looking good today.  Fresh wax?” If you “accidentally” drop something, bend down at pick it up…slowly.  You’ll hear his cooling fanskick in from the other side of the room, while he tries (unsuccessfully) tocover them with a cough.  Depending onhow devious you feel like being, you might shoot him an innocent look ofconcern.  “Breakdown, what’s thematter?  Are you not feeling well?  Maybe you should go see Knock Out?”  He’ll flush and practically bolt out of theroom.  Knock Out thinks it’s hilarious.  (He’s taught you well.)

Dreadwing:  He’s definitelyan old fashioned gentlemech, so any flirting you do definitely gets him just abit flustered.  In fact, the lessintentionally seductive you are, the more likely he is to get all hot andbothered.  You decide to dress up a bitthat day?  He flushes at how pretty youlook.  You burst out laughing atsomething random?  He can’t handle howcute you are!  Compliments are definitelyanother good way to get him to blush. Tell him how impressive he was during that last mission.  Tell him how strong and brave (and handsome)he is.  His entire frame overheats at theunexpected praise.

Airachnid:  She has an unfair habit of turning everything you try back onto you.  If you start flirting with her, her optics will gleam wickedly and she’ll immediately reciprocate, purring scandalous advances and praise into your ears until you feel your face go beet red.  If you try to flirt with her physically (swaying your hips, gentle touches, etc.) she’ll snag you in a thin strand of web and pull you close.  “If you wanted me that badly, my dear, you could have just asked.”  (That’s not fair, Airachnid!  You were the one supposed to get all flustered!)

Shockwave:  He’s not the type to get flustered.  It’s almost not even worth the effort.  He won’t even realize that you’re flirting with him at first.  “Why are you winking?  Is there something in your eye?  Do you require assistance?”  Eventually, you’ll get frustrated at his lack off awareness and straight-up tell him what going on.  His optic widens ever so slightly and his audial fins twitch upward like a curious kitten.  “Oh,” he says simply, clearly surprised, and then goes back to whatever he was doing without pushing the issue.  You smirk triumphantly.  It’s not the reaction you were hoping for, but you’ll take what you can get.

[trashtfcanons]

Hi, Congrats on the new blog! Could I request some headcanons for TFP Soundwave/Shockwave/human? (I hope poly is ok? I didn't see anything either way in the rules)

♡Thanks so much!♡ Whoops another thing I forgot to add! Yeah I’m definitely totally fine with poly~ I might have a little trouble writing it, but I’m down to try.

I present: giant faceless boyfriends ~Tell me how I did

-Being aboard a monstrous alien vessel, some would think that your life is uncomfortable; constantly having to side step and keep an eye out for yourself at every turn. This could not be further from the truth.

-As the ‘waves spend their workdays on separate parts of the ship, so you stay with each of them on alternating days. The other will always try to find some time or make some excuse to visit you both.

-Soundwave will rarely ever let your feet touch the floor in his presence, you are always perched on his shoulder or somewhere in his direct line of sight, as he is very protective of you. When he is not around to carry you or watch you, Lazerbeak is tasked with keeping you safe and providing a constant video feed to him, even when you are with Shockwave in his lab. No one but himself, Shockwave, and Lazerbeak are allowed to even touch you, in fact - Though you find that rule to be ridiculous, as you have a pretty good relationship with most Vehicons aboard the ship*.

-You had heard rumours that Lazerbeak was nothing more than a mindless drone, but you know this is definitely not the case; the bird-like bot always seems to react to your touch with a certain guarded gentleness, you pet him often as a result and he seems to enjoy it very much. Sometimes he brings you trinkets from recon missions, small crystals and interesting looking objects that you like to place on a personal shelf in your shared habsuite. (I’m here for hoverboard friend Lazerbeak who’s with me?)

-The cell signal may be scrambled aboard the Nemesis, but this doesn’t mean you can’t listen to your saved music. Soundwave will often access it, so that you two can listen to it together. You even make an activity of finding out what songs he likes best; he’ll let out a low hum in agreement when you find a song he particularly enjoys, or a small mechanical whine when it’s time for you to switch. You both prefer you playlists to include a mixture of upbeat techno, bass-heavy rock, and some sort of odd concoction of the two. He’ll never admit it, but he has a soft spot for Rihanna and other similar pop music, so you make sure to keep Disturbia and Good Night Gotham in your music queue. When they come on, Soundwave’s visor lights up with audio reactive visuals, which seem to put you in some kind of trance as you watch the colourful lines move and react in synch with the beat. These are one of his favourite moments with you, and you don’t notice it, but he’ll often pause his work to observe your face intensely as the light reflects off of it.  

-As a joke, sometimes you play ‘Guys My Age’ by Hey Violet just to get a funny reaction out of Soundwave, who never knows how to process the lyrics and your purpose for playing them.

-Time to time a completely new playlist of compiled songs you’ve never heard before will appear on your phone, the title of the playlist will always be an emoji that reminds him of you, like a crown, a flower, or all the extra-looking heart emojis, you find it adorable.

-Your time with Shockwave is always a learning experience. He’s been trying to teach you how to speak and read in certain important Cybertronian dialects as of late, and you’ve surprisingly been learning quite quickly. You often pick up words as you watch him work at his terminal, and you’ll ask what they mean after trying to pronounce them a couple times. Even if you can’t understand the science of his work, and he knows this, he’ll try to explain it to you the best he can, and you always listen intently. There’s something priceless about how your face lights up in wonderment while you drink in his every word. Though he isn’t one for projecting emotions, he finds it extremely heartwarming that you take such great interest in his work and culture.

-You try practicing your Cybertronian with the Vehicons in the rare moments you get to speak with them unnoticed, and though you have a heavy accent and use all the wrong inflections they appreciate it greatly. 

-Shockwave likes to shower you in luxuries, you never quite understand how he gets his hands on diamonds and other pretty precious stones half your size, or yards of fabric that are so soft and silky they are other-worldly, but you always show your appreciation by leaving small kisses on the side of his face when he puts you on his shoulder. He loves these very much, and will often point out that they are illogical yet very enjoyable.

-Once you had gotten a seasonal allergy between Winter and Spring, and despite you assuring your giant worried boyfriends that you were fine, there was no lack of panic between them. Soundwave had kept you wrapped in fluffy blankets the entire day, as close to him as possible for observation and warmth, while Shockwave spent the day researching humans and your symptoms, almost breaking his calm collected character for a moment after reading a WebMD article (before deeming it as unreliable and therefore illogical of course). Shockwave now keeps an entire drugstore-worth of Earth medicines hidden in his lab, he never told you how he had gotten his hands on it all, and you won’t dare to ask.

-Though you do have your own appropriately-size bed in your shared habsuite, you never really use it. You always take your pick of where to set up a blanket nest between the wave’s at the end of the day. Soundwave has a habit of wrapping his tentacles around his S/O’s while they sleep, most of the time one is curled around you and the other around Shockwave’s waist.