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prythiansprincess · 2 years ago

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written in the stars.

pairing: theodore nott x reader. song inspiration: until i found you by stephen sanchez feat. em beihold. author's note: boyfriend theo is the best theo. if you're wondering, then yes writing this hurt me as much as it hurts reading it but like in the best way possible.

Theodore Nott has always had an affinity for the stars.

When he was younger, Theo's mother used to take him to the rooftop of Nott Manor and point out the constellations to him. The stars told stories, his mum had said. Theo listened with rapt attention as she recounted the tales of Aquila, Heracles, and Orion as they glittered against the backdrop of the English countryside.

The two of them would make an entire evening out of it. Laying on his back atop a nest of blankets and pillows, little Theo watched as the stars climbed higher and higher, filling the horizon with hope and light. Stargazing had been their special secret. The one thing that wasn’t tainted by his abusive father. Theo guarded the memory of those nights in his heart like a priceless treasure.

After his mother’s passing, Theo continued their tradition of stargazing. Even if she was no longer alive, all he had to do was look up at the sky to feel her with him. For that reason, the stars were special to him and he’d never shared its meaning with anyone.

Until tonight.

“Watch your step, cara mia.” Theo said as he guided you by the small of your back.

The dark cloth covering your eyes prohibited you from seeing, but you trusted your boyfriend to keep you from falling. Though you weren’t a fan of surprises, Theo was impossible to resist. All he had to do was flash those pretty watercolor eyes at you and you were an absolute goner.

For you, Theo had always been the exception.

He guided you up a staircase, keeping a firm grip on your waist as the two of you ascended. Wherever you were going, it was pretty high up. You smiled as Theo took hold of your waist, knowing that you weren't the biggest fan of heights. Sometimes it felt like he knew you better than you knew yourself. When you reached the top, Theo unfastened his tie from behind your head.

“You can open your eyes now, sweetheart.”

You blinked, letting your eyes adjust to the dark. The wind whistled through the stone arches of the Astronomy Tower, framing the starkissed night with its marble pillars. The soft glow of the moon illuminated the nest of blankets and pillows arranged in the middle of the wooden floor.

“Did you do all of this for me, babe?”

Theo smiled. “I thought you might like to go stargazing with me,” he said, his voice soft. “Do you like it, my love?”

“I love it, Teddy.” You beamed, standing on your tiptoes to kiss his nose. “But not nearly as much as I love you.”

Theo grinned before pulling you in for a proper kiss. His lips were soft against yours and he tasted like peppermint. Butterflies erupted in your stomach as your knees buckled slightly. Theo never failed to make you feel like a lovestruck school girl. It never stopped feeling like this despite how many times you kissed this boy.

As if reading your thoughts, Theo smiled against your lips. “Come on, Y/N. I want to show you my favorite constellations.”

The two of you laid down beneath the stars, making yourself comfortable amidst the blankets and pillows. Wordlessly, Theo pulled you into his arms and you nestled into the crook of his neck, breathing in the familiar scent of sea salt spray and sun kissed skin.

“Tell me the story of the stars, Teddy.”

He smiled, brushing your hair back. “That one right there is Ursa Major. Otherwise known as the Big Dipper, but if you look at the entire constellation, it actually forms a bear.”

“I remember learning about that when I was little,” you said, gazing up at the sky. “Didn’t it have something to do with Zeus?”

Theo nodded. “In Greek mythology, the Olympian God Zeus fell in love with Callisto and got her pregnant. After she gave birth to the child, Hera was so mad she turned Callisto into a bear.”

“That hardly seems fair,” you responded with a frown.

“Zeus was a bit of a wanker,” Theo said in agreement. “Hera was even worse. She cursed Callisto to wander the forest for years in bear form until she was hunted by her own son Arcas. Just as he raised his spear to strike her down, Zeus stepped in and sent them up to the heavens. Callisto as Ursa Major and Arcas as Bootes.”

“The Greek gods were truly a piece of work,” you replied. “But at least we got those constellations out of them."

You squinted, pointing at the cluster of stars hovering in the east. “What’s that one?”

“That’s the constellation of Leo,” explained Theo. “Named after the Nemean lion that Heracles defeated during the first of his twelve labours.”

“Didn’t he make a cloak out of the lion’s pelt?”

“Smart girl,” Theo said proudly. “The cloak made Heracles invincible and more fearsome than he already was. The Nemean lion’s heart is made up of the star Regulus, which is associated with the arrival of spring.”

“The Little King. I read that it burns hotter than the sun.”

Theo couldn’t help but smile. Before he met you, he never thought he’d find someone to share such a special and intimate thing with. He was worried that no one else would understand his love for the stars, but as he watched you peer curiously up at the sky, your nose scrunched in careful concentration, Theo felt all of his doubts fade away.

“Regulus is unique because it can be seen in both the Northern and Southern hemispheres.”

The blue star glittered brightly above your heads, as if it was showing off for the occasion. “It’s beautiful,” you breathed.

Theo stared at you, at the childlike wonder shimmering in your eyes, and he felt like the breath had been knocked out of his lungs. The gravity of what he felt for you hit him all at once.

“Yeah,” Theo said softly, still looking at you. “Beautiful.”

You grinned, intertwining your fingers and kissing his knuckles. “How do you know so much about the stars, Teddy?”

“My mum taught me.” Theo answered, drawing circles on your hip. “When I was little, she used to take me to the rooftop of the manor and tell me the story behind each star. She was fascinated by them. Before she met my father, she wanted to teach astronomy at the Stati Magia.”

“The Italian School of Witchcraft?”

Theo nodded. “My mother attended the Stati Magia, just like her mother and her mother before her. A tradition that I unintentionally broke, as nonna Lucia loves to remind me. Sometimes I think the old bat wishes that I was born a strega instead.”

You giggled. “You would’ve been a very pretty witch.” Theo chuckled as you propped your head up in one hand. “Did your mum end up becoming a professor?”

“No,” Theo said sadly. “After I was born, my father said that her place was at the manor. He refused to move to Florence, even though he knew it was my mother’s dream.”

You stroked his hair, nodding emphatically. Theo rarely talked about his mother. You knew that her passing was a painful subject for him, so you never pushed him to talk about it unless he wanted to.

“That’s awful. I’m so sorry, my love,” you said. “But at least she was able to pass down her love of the stars to you. In a way, she lived her dream by teaching you.”

A soft smile tugged at your boyfriend’s lips. “I suppose she did.”

You laid back down, but this time you cradled Theo against you. He rested his head against your chest, listening to the calming sound of your heartbeat. Talking about his mother will always be hard, but you helped ease the pain.

“What about those stars?” You asked, pointing to the north. “What did your mother tell you about them?”

“Perseus and Andromeda,” Theo answered. “Those are actually her favorites.”

“The chained maiden.”

Theo stirred, inclining his gaze to the horizon. “Andromeda was the Princess of Aethiopia, the daughter of King Cepheus and Queen Cassiopeia. She was said to be very beautiful. Her mother bragged that Andromeda was fairer than the Nereids, which angered Poseidon. As punishment, the Sea God sent the creature Cetus to ravage that coast of their kingdom.”

You nodded, recalling the story. “King Cepheus chained her to a rock and offered her as a sacrifice to appease the sea monster.”

“Luckily for Andromeda, the hero Perseus found her before Cetus could attack again. Perseus fell in love with Andromeda and defeated the monster so he could free the princess. They ended up marrying and became king and queen of Mycenae. When they died, the goddess Athena placed them side by side in the heavens so that they would never be parted, not even by death.”

“A love written in the stars,” you said with awe and wonder. “I can see why it’s your mother’s favorite.”

“When I was a boy, she told me that she hoped I’d experience a love like theirs, minus the sea monster of course.” You chuckled. Theo knit his brows together like he did when he was deep in thought. When he spoke again, his voice was barely audible. “It’s sad to think that she never found her Perseus.”

You brushed his hair back, running your fingers through his curls gently. “She might not have found her Perseus, but she did have her Theo.”

Theo turned over and looked at you. The intensity in his gaze made you shiver. He was so ingrained in your heart that it felt inaccurate to continue calling it yours.

“After she died, I never thought I’d share her stories with anyone again, but I’m glad I shared them with you.”

“Thank you for trusting me, Theo.” You said as you placed a kiss on his temple. “It means the world to me that you not only shared your mother’s stories, but her memory as well. I would’ve loved to meet her.”

The tender smile on Theo’s face was heartbreaking. Then softly, he whispered. “She would’ve loved you, Y/N.”

Your heart cracked open, his words spilling like sunlight over every crevice, warming you from the inside out.

Tears formed at the corners of your eyes, but you forced yourself to give Theo a watery smile. “Because I’m a nerd who memorized obscure mythological facts?”

Your boyfriend smiled. “No,” he said gently, caressing your cheek. “Because you made her wish come true. You are my love written in the stars, cara mia.”

The moonlight kissed Theo’s tan skin, the silver beams caressing his face like a lover as if the moon and the stars craved to commit his beauty to memory as badly as you did. Gods, he was breathtaking.

This was the Teddy you knew and loved. Your Teddy.

Those watercolor eyes shimmered with emotion. “Sometimes I think the gods made you just for me, like our souls are linked in a way that neither logic nor magic can explain. Whatever it is, I think I’ve loved you since before the heavens and the earth existed and I’m fairly certain that I’d still love you even after the last star falls out of the sky.”

“You’re the love of my life, Theodore Nott.” Tears streamed down your cheeks as this boy—this beautiful boy ensnared your mind, body, and soul. “I’d find you in any universe and in any galaxy. Maybe someday we’ll be immortalized in the stars too.”

Theo held your face in his hands. His expression was open and vulnerable, like he wasn’t afraid to lay himself bare before you. As if it was the most natural thing in the world.

“We’re two halves of a whole,” Theo said. “I loved you yesterday. I love you today and I’ll love you tomorrow. You’re it for me, Y/N. You and no one else.”

“You and no one else, Teddy.”

Under the constellations of the star crossed lovers, Theo kissed you so gently that it made your heart ache. As Andromeda and Perseus kept watch over the horizon, Theodore Nott knew one thing for certain.

Someday the stars would tell your story too.

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jweekgoji · 3 months ago

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Can you do another part of yandere D-16, please 😭 I love the stories so much! Make us pleasure him so bad until he's wimpering, then tons of aftercare! And make us love him, not just a one-night stand 😭

Yandere!D-16/Reader

tw: some minot changes in canon, slight yandere themes, valve fingering (MDNI), gn!reader, D-16 has a valve, sub!D-16, soft dom!reader, power dynamic cogged!reader/cogless!d-16. word count: ~1650 a/n: this can be considered as a second part to this. but I think (??) it also can be related to this. probably somewhere between the other two I wrote before. there are a few similar requests about d-16, but I want to do all of them differently as much as my creativity lets me. tagging since I was asked: @that-one-weeb-buts-its-the-main

The day D-16 met you felt like experiencing one of those vivid dreams he constantly had. His whole body was in pain; the loud ringing in the processor made his optics see the tiny stars circling around him in the air. Thank you, Pax, this is exactly how he wanted to spend his day! And totally not to ogle your sleek, shiny alt mode from his seat..!

Oh no, oh, Primus. You probably saw it all too, aren't you?

D-16 groaned in pain as he tried to sit up. He leaned his frame against the wall, holding onto the dented shoulder. Orion left him waiting here, all alone, as the blue-and-red mech tried to endlessly explain the situation they were in. The optimism this guy sometimes had...he can only pray in his mind that somehow you hadn't seen him failing on the race.

Maybe you had never noticed him, just passed through without paying attention. Yeah, this is more like true. After all, he's so gray in every sense of the word; among all the other miner bots, how is he any different? Too small in this world to be noticed.

The day was a disaster of any means. The cold looks he received from other racers as he waited for the repair, that awkward meeting with Sentinel, and of course, Darkwing just had to be there too. The moment Orion and him leave this area and go back to mines, there's no escape from their supervisor. How much more lucky does he get today again?

D-16 was nervous to the core of his spark. The thoughts of “Why did I even follow him...especially on the day when Sentinel Prime arrived?” or “I hope they don't know it was me” flooding his mind.

Another worst thing was, you hadn't even won the race! Chromia got before you just in mere seconds, and the possibility of him, being the reason behind this fail only made D-16 sigh in disappointment.

“You and your friend put on quite a show today,” your voice suddenly came from beside him.

D-16 almost jumped up from his seat at the sight of you, and for a moment, his spark stopped beating. He barely had time to process what you told him before suddenly, the little miner rises to his feet and looks up at you with those big optics.

You saw that his mouth was open, but not a single word came out from his mouth. The poor thing was so scared, he had so many thoughts running through his head, but he couldn't pick a single one to voice it to you. You could only calm him down slightly by holding your hands in the air, trying to show that you didn't mean any malice.

“I'm sorry, I probably ruined your chance of winning this race,” his optics ran his eyes around as if he was trying to find the right words to say to you. “I'm a big fan, and I would never want-”

“I was going to say that you two actually made this race a little more interesting than usual,” you interrupted him. “Racing against the same bots isn't as interesting as it used to be. I admire that.”

You admire him. D-16 falls silent again, but even though he's stopped saying anything then, his optics perfectly captured all the thoughts in his processor. Love.

He never thought he'd ever meet a bot in a higher position than him who would treat him with a speck of kindness. That brief moment when the Sentinel shook his hand was the first such occasion. His idol, standing right next to him, shook his hand. Somebody pinch him harder!

Then there was you. Someone who had always held a special place in his spark. So small, incredibly fragile in your hands, but every time D-16 is near you, it beats so hard, as if your mere presence is enough to give him more strength.

He doesn't know what you see in him. He's an ordinary and insignificant miner, there are hundreds if not thousands like him. Even Primus didn't give him any bright colors.

He never had a chance to think about standards of beauty, certainly there was barely enough time to rest after hours of non-stop work. There were one time he could hear the conversation between the supervisors as they discussed the celebrities of Iacon. Blurr, Windblade, Rosanna, they all just glowed in relation to the dull, battered frames of his coworkers, definitely not the ideal of beauty that exists on Cybertron.

And yet, here you are, right next to him, and your hands are holding him so gently, so close to your chassis. He moans softly as you move your fingers inside him. Only two, no more, no matter how often he begged and whimpered for you to add another, you always denied him.

“Just relax and feel every touch from me,” you kiss the corner of his mouth softly.

Right. Calm down, D. You're already giving him too much time, begging you for more would be wrong, he doesn't want to seem pushy to you. If this continues, you'll just get disappointed in him and walk away.

“Mgggh...!” D-16 instinctively arched his back. A loud, needy moan once again escapes his lips.

Sometimes he feels like, aside from your obvious charm, you can definitely read his mind, and your every slightest movement is calculated to make him forget his rank.

He's so wet, the lube coating your fingers and already managing to slowly flow down his inner thighs. For a second, you think about just flipping him over on his back and burying your head between his legs, making him scream and beg to give him a break from the endless round of overloads you're giving him.

But no, that would be too much for the first time, wouldn't it? You don't want to scare the poor, little miner away with your twisted thoughts. Not now, anyway.

In the time it takes you to give yourself to daydream, D-16 only gets more impatient. Moving his hips, he practically fucks himself with your fingers. His head is thrown back, and the servos cling tightly to your shoulders, squeezing gently, each time he lowers his own body down.

He feels so full, but that small, carnal desire for more can't help but pollute his mind. More, more, please give him more. Perhaps because of a sliver of fear that you're about to leave again, he'll be left alone and with nothing, and all he'll have are memories. He wants to get as much as he can while there's still a chance.

“Careful, or you'll hurt yourself,” you gently lay your other servo on his waist.

Tiny. You can't help but want to run your finger over every little bump on his body, every little rough edge...something about him fascinates you, that slight naivety and eagerness to make you proud. He's just hard to say no to.

You gently guide his movements. He's inexperienced, but the desire for something more, even though he hardly knows what he's doing, clouds his mind. You feel his tight, small valve squeezing your digits like a vise. His initially quiet, needy meows grow louder, and by the little blush on his cheeks, you realize he's embarrassed.

“Can I overload? Please,” he whimpers shyly, hiding his face in the curve of your neck. “Ahhh...I'm so sorry, I can't take it anymore.”

How sweet. You've convinced him so many times that it's okay, he shouldn't have to keep hiding his pretty face every time you hold him like this. You don't care what position he takes, miner or not, you want him to feel like an equal. He deserves to be pleasured just as much. To love and be loved.

You nod, making a mental note to talk to him about it later. His habit of pleasing bots ranking above him just kills you.

D-16 wraps his arms around your neck, leaning slightly closer, as much as he can. He so wishes it was your spike instead of your fingers, stretching his valve with every thrust.

But he'll never admit it, he'd rather take whatever you offer him, because he loves you so much. Every touch from you, every glance in his direction, it's all so overwhelming.

“Thank you, thank you, thank you-” he repeats over and over, his hips desperately meeting every thrust of your fingers inside him.

You feel him squeeze your digits again, his breathing halting for a moment before he exhales heavily and then nearly collapses on top of you.

D-16 leans his forehead against yours, closing his optics to slowly gather his thoughts. You barely move your fingers, still deep inside him, and even a slight twitch earns a whimper from him. Still very sensitive, you should definitely work on his stamina.

You gently take his chin, tilting his head up to give him a small kiss. He moans softly, but reciprocates the kiss.

D-16 has never seemed plain to you. Unusually strong despite his height and lack of t-cog, his body covered in many scratches after cycles of hard work. But now you are treating him with such care.

He cherishes it so much. Sometimes he wonders if you have any idea how many times he's touched himself, with you in mind? How an embarrassingly lot of pictures of you he keeps plastered all over the wall? I guess that's a question for another day.

You may not have won the race, but you got more than that today.

#yandere x reader #yandere d-16 x reader #yandere megatron x reader #megatron x reader #d-16 x reader #transformers one x reader #transformers x reader #yandere transformers #yandere transformers one #tw yandere

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vhaos-chaotic-writing · 5 months ago

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D-16 (TFO) x Cybertronian!Reader

The prettiest bot I've ever seen in my whole life ( do not tell Starscream I said that ♪(´▽｀) ) - I kid you not, not a single Megatron has ever moved my heart as Transformers: One did. D-16 got me giggling, crying and screaming at the same time. Gender Neutral Cybertronian Reader!

WARNING: Spoilers from the movie (Transformers One 2024). First love to Angst.

I have two scenarios on mind: 1) You are another miner that works alongside Orion Pax, D-16 and the others. Or 2) You work on something else, You and D-16 getting to catch each other on daily basis from time to time, but never interact.

1st scenario gives me the vibes that you two get to always chat and work together, watching Orion drag D-16 to his little disastrous adventures and D-16 smiling at you awkwardly whenever that happens.

But you don't mind (you get worried sometimes, of course), always giving D-16 a soft smile or a lively chuckle as you go back to work.

And you don't get to see how Orion teases his best friend at how he is smiling like a dumb. D-16 tries to deny it... to then gush to his best friend about you. "Did you see how they smiled at me? They're so... (sigh) perfect."

2nd scenario would be a slow burn type situation - both of you always wondering about... well, everything!

And the first interaction both of you had was when, by pure coincidence, found each other in the middle of a busy day, among many walking by bots.

"Hello, m-my designation is-" / "Hi, I'm so happy to..." both of you start at the same time, fell silent and then laugh together at each other's interruption.

You get to see how D-16 and Orion end at the race, celebrating their ups and worry at their downs, even more at how D-16 got hurt nearly at the end of the race.

After that... it was like he vanished. And while you prayed to Primus for him to be safe and sound, he would be thinking about you from time to time the whole journey.

As you would keep going with your job (growing tired and tired for the sudden high demand of shifts at the mines or feel like something bad was about to happen) - D-16 would slowly spiral between rage, confusion, realizations and the worst thing - to find out about the whole true and how not only him and his friends were stolen from their freedom and right to transform... but you were also a victim. Just like them. Just like all of them.

With the 1st scenario... It brings you joy to see Orion back at the mines, now changed and looking like a true transformer. And your spark breaks at finding out about the true - but the words of the new changed Orion brings you hope.

But you can´t shake this concerned feeling inside of your spark. Where is D-16?

With the 2nd scenario... you are a sea of feelings, confusion and fear, not knowing why there was suddenly so much chaos and - wait, is that... Dee? But... he looks so different! Like Orion, but there is something else that makes your spark tremble.

And hell - you cover your mouth with your servos at the sight of Orion being shot, at watching how D-16 tries to save him but then decide to let him fall. You watch how Elita nearly jumps after Orion's body and Bee stop her.

The worst part? After witnessing Sentinel's brutal murder, Dee- no, Megatron's speech and how he takes Megatronus t-cog and change even more... you feel your spark break even more the moment your optics and his find each other.

Bright yellow optics found (color) optics in the middle of a busy day... and there was nothing but new found feelings. But now... aggressive red optics find (color) optics... and while the red optics try to remain strong, they can't help but soften at the sight of how your (color) optics hold fear. As if you were watching the optics of an unknown bot.

How badly he wanted to go after you and hold you - to tell you he finally avenged you just like he did for himself and everyone else...

We all know how it goes - Orion comes back now as Optimus Prime and defeats Megatron.

And before Megatron leaves Iacon - he looks after you. And your optics meet for the last time.

And you swear you got to see the same D-16 you met the very first time in your whole life.

And Megatron knows he has changed, from the top of his helm to the last atom of his pedes. But something never changed in him.

His love for you.

"... The only thing I'll ever regret was never tell them how I felt."

Well damn I hurt myself with this I guess o(TヘTo) Vhaos out!

#transformers x reader #transformers one x reader #d 16 x reader #megatron x reader

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solar4seekstron · 4 months ago

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Conjunx

TFOne!D-16/Megatron x Cybertronian!Reader One Shot:

Here’s another One Shot with my bbg D-16. This one just cam e into mind so of course i got to writing. I’m pretty proud of this story and I enjoyed writing for only D. I hope you all enjoy!

Content: SFW, sad ending

TW/Tags: Fluff/Wholesomeness at beginning, D is precious and silly, angst after cut after wholesome romance, Implied abuse (mild), kidnapping, toxic relationship at end. Might make part 2? We’ll see what my brain throws at me at 2 am lol

Introduction Movie Oneshot Masterlist

You and D only really hanged out when Orion was around. Not because D was embarrassed but because Orion was usually busy doing something else. You were seen as a quiet bot and also cool by D. You always stood up to the superiors knowing you weren’t out of line. And despite being a few inches smaller then D. You were strong! D won’t admit it but he was defiantly attracted to you.

One day when getting off the train, Orion did something stupid again. Elita dragged him away to do a late mining shift as punishment. Later D was alone and worked on punching the punching bag in the mining quarters. The others left him be, knowing his temper without Orion. He was so focused he didn’t notice you came up behind him. Knowing he might try to punch you if you startled him. You descide to pick him up by the waist strartling him “Hey you glitchin bot! Put me dow- Oh its you.” You put him down. He looked at you no longer startled.

”Sorry D didn’t want you to punch me if I didn’t pick you up.” You chuckled.

”You know you could’ve handled my punches right?”

”Yes but I would’ve had to punch you back.”

”…..Good point.” He pointed his digit to you.

”You mind if we talk?” D almost froze as his smile shows to have strained a bit as he looked at you. “It’s nothing bad.” You chuckled. “Come on lets go where we can see the Iacon 5000 sign.”

“O-ok.” You two walked and once up there you finally spoke.

”So D I’ve been thinking. We’ve been good friends for a good while and was hoping. Since after all this time-“ You continue to speak as his head only started to overthink.

Was so lost in thought of you possibly leaving him that he barely heard you. He then heard you say Conjunx out of the blurr of what you’re saying. But that word brought him out of his thoughts “What you say?”

”D-16 will you be my Conjunx?” You were on one knee. (Thought it be cute shud up) D was dumbfounded until he realized and his face no longer showed a blank expression but had a cute little grin appear on his face. He then shakes a little. Little sounds of metal being heard. You reached a cervo toawrds him once you stood, a bit worried “Uhhh D??”

Then out of no where he hugged you and started spinning, you around as he shouted in cheer and joy. You were now dumbfounded and put your cervos on his shoulders gently patting. “So…..that’s a yes?” He then holds you up with his hands holding your waist.

”YES!!!!” I have been waiting for so lo-“ He looked at you once he stopped. He can tell you were trying to hold in a laugh. “Uhh”

”Guess tonight will be a night to never forget.” You both chuckled and embrace each other. Both of your foreheads touching as you two closed your eyes.

D then lets out a soft sigh as he gently lowers you. You standing once more. Your arms around his neck and his around your waist. Your foreheads still touching as you two stared into each other’s eyes.

”I love you Y/N”

”I love you D. Mine. Always and Forever.”

You both leaned closer together and as your lips both finally touch. The sparks in your chests soon glow. Shinning around you as you two stay in the moment together with the sign of Iacon 5000 behind you both in the dark city.

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(Last chance guys skip this part if you don’t wanna feel pain)

Megatron sat in his throne as he thought about that night. It is truly the night to remember. After everything. He lost his best friend, his home, and after realizing he has been lied to for all his life up to now. He just couldn’t lose you. The high guard was third to him. His new cause is his new goal but you. YOU are the one thing that truly belongs to him.

As he sat there, his head resting on his fist as he watched the high guards having a meeting. He listened, only glancing down to see you every so often as you rest your head and one of your cervos against his chassis.

Your optics closed as you sat on his lap. You had a cog and a decepticon logo on your chassis. His arm around behind your back and cervo resting on your thigh. Your other cervo that wasn’t on his chest resting on top of his on your thigh. You had a few dents. Proof from when he forced you to come with him when sneaking into the city and take you with him. After some time he had to discipline you to behave. Same thing when he forced you to stay still as the Decepticon logo was put on you. You are His Conjunx. You should really learn to trust him. He even threatened to hurt you more if you chose to break the bond from that very night. Ever since then you’ve been tired and miserable. You always felt his feelings through the bond. But you can still feel that love he has for you. Only it’s much darker now.

You listened to his spark beat as you two stayed silent. Starscream and Shockwave started to argue as Soundwave sat there with a data pad. You’d slowly open your optics. You had a little rust under your eyes. Not very visible if far enough.

You cried. You cry every night after Megatron goes to recharge. The meeting eventually ends and Megatron dismisses everyone. Once everyone was gone he looked down at you. Finally lifting his head so he’s more straight sitting up. Moving his cervo to now hold your chin. Making you look at him as his now red optics narrowed and stared down at you. “Hungry sweetspark?” His voice was darker and rough. It still makes you flinch when he speaks to you.

You didn’t answer. You only shook your head as your optics remained dim. He leaned his head lower a bit. His face only inches from yours. “Almost Obedient…hm…”

You two remain silent for a moment.

“Mine. Always and Forever.”

He closes the distance. His lips connecting with yours once more after so long. His lips now cold as he closed his optics. You closed yours a second after.

But you didn’t return the kiss. His cervo moving from your thigh to the back of your head. Pushing your head a bit closer. Your kiss is no longer the same. His kiss. Is no longer the same. Megatron wasn’t Your D-16.

So….. y’all like 😗? If you wish for a part two please let me know.

#transformers one #transformers one x reader #tf d16 #transformers d16 #x reader #transformers x reader #light angst #one shot

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Against The Spiderverse - Miguel O'Hara X Female Reader

Title: Against The Spiderverse

Miguel O'Hara X Female Reader

Additional Characters: Lyla, other Spiderpeople (Mentioned), Peter Parker/Spider-Man (Mentioned), Sandman (Mentioned), and Venom (Mentioned)

WC: 6,692

Warnings: Spiderverse canon violence, very brief mention of injuries, italics, nicknames, some Spanish curse words, banter, teasing, hurt feelings, hurt/comfort, crying, yelling, death mentioned, grief, confessions, angst, and fluff

Brooklyn had always looked so amazing at night. The bright city lights seemed to sparkle, outshining the stars in the sky; like most cities. Something you loved and hated. You loved the city lights at night, but sometimes you just wished to stargaze. The city lights could never hold a candle to the stars burning up in the night sky.

You tried to spot them, staring up at the sky, squinting your eyes slightly to try and spot either Orion's belt or either Big or Little Dipper, but, it was difficult. The stars seemed so... Faint - dull. And at that very moment, you wished you were at your parent's house in the countryside. But, the cities of New York needed you.

You were Spider-Woman. The friendly neighbor of Brooklyn, Queens, and any city or town in New York that needed you. Which was more often than not. You'd swing past large buildings - business, homes, apartments - stopping low-tier muggers and robbers, and occasionally a villain that threatened the peace, but nothing too insane or outlandish. There was no one you couldn't stop. But your heroism didn't just stop at fighting villains and whomever else decided that today was going to be a good day to rob someone, no, sometimes you were asked to save a cat from a tree or save a child from a burning building.

It was tough and rough work - you couldn't count how many times you came home to your apartment with bruises and cuts - but this was your job. No matter how much you fell, you got back up again; no matter what or who you were dealing with, nothing was going to stop you from saving the good people of New York.

You were Spider-Woman. That was just what you had to do.

But this hero thing... You were never bitten by a radioactive spider, you didn't have the super strength, or the ‘climbing walls’ ability, you were just, well, you. Well, not really. You were Spider-Woman, stating the obvious here. You had made your own web-fluid and web wrist slingers. You made your own suit, with added padding and protection, even bullet-proof, while also keeping the suit flexible. You - before becoming the hero - had trained and went to the gym often - made an investment for a punching bag in your living room - you made sure you could fight too; you could throw a pretty good right hook when you needed to. And you may or may not have done Kung Fu as a kid. But the web-fluid, something that you made with the help of your science degree, helped with keeping the bad guys trapped and tied up until the police arrived.

Now, you weren't your New York's only Spider-Woman, or Spider-person for that matter. There was a Spider-Man before you. He used to be the friendly neighborhood Spider-Man, swinging past buildings and saving people from various villains that appeared. He did some much good for the world. He brought hope to those who didn't have much to really hope for.

You had many run-ins with him in the past. But, not in any good way. No, you weren't some damsel in distress, he didn't swoop down and save you, nor did he help save your cat from a tree, no... Let's just say that three years ago, you weren't on the cops - or Spider-Man's - good side.

You were just trying to make ends meet, okay? It was hard to live in New York, and you didn't have the money to move. You had friends there, your school, job, and you were not moving back in with your parents. You moved to the big city of Brooklyn to get away from the country. You wanted to live your life, spend time getting to know people, getting to know yourself. Becoming the person you wanted to be.

But then school started, college was becoming difficult, especially when projects started stacking up on your desk. On top of that, you lived in a pretty crappy apartment - with very thin walls - and you practically lived paycheck to paycheck. Not to mention, your boss was kind of mean, but you needed the job, and the last seven million jobs you applied for had shut you down or outright ignored you.

You had to do something, and you weren't going to burden your parents or friends for money. You'd admit that you were a bit stubborn and hated asking others for help. You - with most things in life - learned to deal with problems by yourself - you were pretty independant. And you were not going to ask anyone for help on this. You needed to do something. And you needed to figure it all out on your own. And that something was robbing people. Well, you weren't some mugger, going up and demanding they hand over their money or bag over. You just snuck into people's houses and apartments when they were out and stole their valuables.

Was that so wrong? To steal from the rich? They could have anything they have ever wanted, who cares if a couple hundred dollars is stolen from their safe, or a couple pearl and diamond necklaces go missing? Who cares? People steal from big companies all the time. Last week, a few people stole from one of the Gucci stores in New York City; who cares if a couple bags or clothing items are taken? They were a billion-dollar company. It wouldn't hurt their pockets. This - for you - was technically 'steal from the rich and give to the poor,’ which was you, you were the poor.

Well, Spider-Man didn't really see that. You understood, to him, you were just another criminal. He had told you, many times when he had caught you, that there were better ways of handling your money situation, but you tried. And, oh, how tired you were. You tried so many different solutions - second and third jobs, taking up tutoring positions, and more, but nothing helped or worked out for you; and you had no idea why.

Your interventions with Spidey usually involved him asking you to stop stealing from people, to rethink your actions, or whatever. But, as time went on - months - after the both of you got to know each other somewhat; oddly enough, Spider-Man felt more like a concerned friend than some hero trying to stop you. The way he spoke to you changed. Concern was obvious in his voice. He didn't fight you with his fists or webs, and most nights just ended with the both of you sitting on the edge of a building, just talking...

You both talk about life, him and his heroic duties, how tired he was, and you with your jobs, school, and how tired you were. Now, he never told you his name, or anything personal. And you understood, even though you were in an odd friendship, he was keeping himself - and in turn, you - safe. Thinking back, you never told him your name either. You just called him Spidey, Webs, and so on. And he'd call you Jem. Fitting really, from all the jewelry you’ve stolen before.

No wonder he was a hero. He was kind and caring. He truly cared about people's lives and well-being in general. No wonder some spider chose him to save his universe's New York.

You knew some radioactive spider would never choose you, yet, you continued helping the people of New York. You took up that mantel of Spider-Woman because you knew that there had to be someone to help those in need. Someone to bring people hope. Hope that there will be another day, hope that the darkness wouldn't last forever. That whatever danger people faced, that you would be there. You had to be that someone. And you knew that your Spider-Man would've been proud of you. You knew he had to have been. Honestly, you knew you weren't doing this for the betterment of yourself, you were doing this for New York, and for him.

So, you redesigned your robbery attire into something more Spider-like. You kept to the original design of Spidey's suit, but you added your own little flare to it. As said previously, added protection - keeping the flexibility - and whatever else you felt should and could have been added, was added to the suit. It was quite obvious that you weren't Spider-Man, but you still tried to make sure you were your own thing, not just replacing him. You could never replace him.

Spider-Man was long gone. But never a distant memory. He was on billboards, posters, merchandise, and in the hearts of many. That's why it hit so hard when he died. You knew that the people of New York mourned, you could see it - the candlelight vigils, everything - but you couldn't imagine how his family and friends felt. That night, you learned his name. His true identity. And only then did it finally hit you that he was truly gone. You had hope - an almost idiotic, foolish hope - that he'd just swing in from out of nowhere, and everything would go back to the way it was... Maybe you were just in denial, but he never did... And you knew that he would never come back.

It was hard sometimes, fighting crime, and you wondered if this was the feeling Spidey spoke about to you when he was alive. You were so tired. It was just the same thing over and over, fighting this robber, or this villain left and right. No wonder you were so tired. Some days it felt like you were just swinging through life. But being tired, being lonely, never stopped other Spider-people from doing what was right. And you weren't going to be the first one.

~~~

You found out about the Spider Society a year and a half into you being Spider-Woman. You had always wondered about alternate universes, but never thought it was really possible until you were fighting a Sandman that didn't really look like he belonged. You had fought a different Sandman, he was more sand than man, and nine or ten feet tall. The Sandman that you were fighting in some abandoned warehouse looked like a man, but with sand-like powers. Either way, you hated fighting him. You ended up with sand everywhere, and it took two or more showers and loads of laundry to really get all that sand out.

Reasons you lived in the city, and not near the coast…

"Come on, Sandy, don't do this to me!" You exclaimed as you shot out a web, only for his body to warp, allowing the string of webs to pass through him, “Sandy, you’re gonna get sand in my boots!"

This Sandman never spoke back to you, only shooting blasts of heavy sand towards you, but you easily maneuvered away from his attacks. He also seemed to… Glitch. Weird.

You were majorly confused, but you continued to fight, only stopping briefly when you saw something in the corner of your vision. Turning, you had watched as a colorful portal-like thing appeared, but before you could see what was going to emerge from the portal, you were harshly struck by a bunch of sand that had been formed into a fist.

You had been knocked to the ground, a bit out of breath, but when you went to stand, you found yourself staring at the figure fighting the Sandman. This figure was practically flying through the air, attacking Sandman with his sharp claws, his suit that familiar red and blue, and neon webs. To say you were awestruck was an understatement. You didn't know who this person was or where they came from, but he was not your Spider-Man, that was for sure. Before you knew it, you were standing, and this other Spider-person - you were hoping - had trapped Sandman in this odd rope.

You remembered when he first turned to you, his stance tall, and intimidating. You took the time to take him in, seeing the Spider-like symbol on the chest of his suit, somewhat menacing. You didn't fully trust this man, whomever he was, even if he did save you. Or maybe he didn’t mean to save you? Really, though, you didn't need saving - ever.

You continued to stare at him, keeping your mask on, - you hoped your mask expressed the confusion and distrust that you were feeling - and as you crossed your arms, you spoke, "Thanks, whoever you are, but I had that handled."

"It didn't look like it." He spoke, his voice deep, gruff; it surprised you. This Spider-person - you could only assume - then turned to Sandman.

You watched him silently as he began to drag Sandman towards the open, colorful, swirling portal. And though you were still wary, curiosity was quickly taking control and you soon found yourself following him. But the man stopped suddenly, his head turning towards you. He said nothing, as if trying to intimidate you into going away or something, but that wasn't going to work on you.

You had so many questions, but you stuck to one for now, "Who are you?"

He didn't answer, instead ignoring you and dragging the struggling Sandman away; the portal closed not long after.

You thought that would be your last encounter with him, but he always came back. You liked to think that he came back to see you, but with every misplaced, glitching villain you fought, he'd show up to finish the fight.

You never thought that he'd become somewhat of a friend throughout his visits. He would talk to you, even after you caught the anomaly and you believed he would leave, he'd stay… Sometimes. Honestly, you did most of the talking, but the more you talked with him, the more he seemed to open up around you.

But, as time went on, you noticed that every time Miguel O'Hara returned to your universe, you couldn't help but feel a flutter of anticipation. You almost felt giddy. His arrival through that shimmering portal never failed to bring a smile to your face. Thinking of him - the way a growl would leave him as his mask would slip away, his tousled hair, piercing gaze, and the way his toned body moved beneath his suit as he made his way towards you - with such determination and purpose - was enough to melt you into a puddle of gooey spider mush.

The sudden realization that you were falling for Miguel hit you like a train, and you were not strong enough to catch this one.

As weeks turned into months, you began to wonder if perhaps Miguel felt something too. Despite his brooding demeanor and the occasional dismissive glance, there was a certain intensity in his gaze. And every now and then, you'd notice that same gaze lingering on you a little longer than usual. Though, it was quite possible you imagined it all, wishful thinking.

There were times when Miguel's walls resurfaced, seemingly impenetrable; reverting to how he was when you first met him. And you had no idea if that was just how Miguel was with his friends; you never got to meet the other Spider-people he hung out with, and as a result, never heard about Miguel through their eyes and their interactions with him. But, just when you thought he was about to retreat entirely into his shell, a quick glance or even just a small conversation with him would reignite that hopeful spark within you.

~~~

You continued to stare up at the dark sky. The communicator on your wrist heavy, as you sighed. The communicator didn't do the same things Miguel's and the other Spider-people's did. It was just a communicator. You were happy to receive it, but still somewhat bummed. You wanted to join the Spider Society, help them catch and stop anomalies, be part of a community that understood you, but Miguel was adamant that you stay in your own universe. You didn't understand, and he never explained why he didn't want you to join. Either, he ignored you or he shut down the conversation. You thought that maybe he didn't think you were ready, so you tried your best to try to show him that you could help. Prove to him that you were worthy enough to join his team.

You had called Miguel not too long ago, having caught yet another anomaly. You wondered why so many were able to enter your universe. You didn't know who the anomaly was, either your universe didn't have them or you hadn't met your version of them yet, but it was obvious that they didn't belong in your universe. They were glitching every now and then, and muttering about Spider-Man. You didn't have to wait long though, your head turning at the sound of the portal opening.

A grin quickly spread across your face - pulling your mask off - you jumped up onto your feet, precariously standing on the edge of the ledge that you had been sitting on. Miguel huffed as he spotted you, "Where is he?"

"What? No 'hello?' So buisnessy today." You teased, clasping your hands together behind your back as you jumped down from the ledge onto the pebbles that scattered the rooftop. But when Miguel continued to just stare at you, you sighed deeply, gesturing to behind you with a nod of your head, "He's on the side of that building," You answered, watching as he made his way over to your side, peering over at the anomaly that was stuck to the side of the building across the street with your webs. "You know," You began, looking up at him, "It was pretty difficult to catch this one..."

"Your point?" He asked as you rocked on the balls of your feet.

"I'd be a pretty good member of that Spider Society-"

"No, Y/N," He quickly shut you down, turning his head to stare at you - the eyes of his mask narrowing, as he pointed a finger at you. "The answer will always be 'no.' And that’s final."

You continued to smile, though disappointed, "You keep saying that…" You trailed off, only for him to sigh deeply, reaching up to pull his mask off.

You had only seen his face a couple of times, and every time his mask slipped off, you always found yourself admiring him. When he had first taken his mask off - when you assumed that he had deemed you trustworthy enough - you were a bit shocked. You remembered thinking about how gorgeous he was. That dark brown hair, dark eyes, tan skin, and even the slight point to his canines. He was definitely the definition of tall, dark, and handsome. It was like he was sculpted by the gods or something. And you couldn't help it, the attraction that you felt for that man; even when you were just friends.

Even now, as you looked up at him, his hand pinching the bridge of his nose while the other rested firmly on his hip, a sigh of frustration escaping his lips, he was still breathtaking. The glow of the city lights danced across his face, highlighting the sharp angles of his high cheekbones and casting soft shadows that only seemed to deepen his striking features.

'So pretty,' You thought.

"That’s because it’s true. I won't change my mind. Ever, Y/N." He dropped his hand back down to his side, his dark eyes meeting yours in a somewhat harsh stare. "You are never joining."

You hummed, pursing your lips as you nodded, turning your eyes back to the city lights still glimmering beside you. "I have been doing my best in trying to prove to you that I can be a good member." You turned your gaze back up at him, "I'm serious about this, Miggy. I just want to help."

"I'm serious about this too, and I understand you want to help, I appreciate that, but I've made myself clear many times." He muttered, "And don't call me that."

You huffed in return, crossing your arms, "It's not all that clear to me." You began, "Why can't I join?"

Miguel narrowed his eyes, his jaw clenching, "I don't have to explain myself to you."

"No, I just want to know why, Miguel," You pressed, your voice edged with urgency. Your mind raced, before you continued, "I've been trying to prove to you for months, but nothing seems good enough for you," You argued stubbornly, your patience wearing thin. "And every single time I ask you to let me join, you always give me the same answer. But you never actually give me a reason as to why I can't join, and honestly, it's getting kind of annoying, I thought you trusted me-"

"Maldita sea, Y/N, it's because you are not like the others!" His voice cut through the air like a blade, interrupting you and your thoughts. "You weren't supposed to become your universe's Spider-Woman."

"What?" You breathed out, your heart pounding in confusion as you looked up at him, eyebrows furrowed, "I know I'm not supposed to be Spider-Woman, but what- what are you saying?"

"Your canon doesn't link with any of the others. You are the first of your universe…" Miguel ran a hand through his hair, agitation evident in every tense line of his body, "This universe's Peter Parker wasn't supposed to die. You were. But, you - somehow - you changed your fate. That is why you can’t join, I have no idea what would happen if you did. It could be dangerous for you and possibly anyone you come in contact with."

The weight of his words settled over you like a heavy shroud. A shiver ran down your spine. Miguel in the past had told you about the canons, but this wasn't just about the risks or the dangers of your unpredictable existence - it was about a twist of fate that had rewritten the rules of your universe, casting you into a role that wasn't meant for you. And, on top of that, Peter would have still been alive... If it weren't for you.

Again, that survivor's guilt was eating away at you.

"I tried to warn him," You began, your voice trembling with emotion, tears threatening to spill from your eyes, your bottom lip quivered. "To get him to leave me there, but he wouldn't listen." You sniffled, looking away from Miguel, your eyes landing on the pebbles on the rooftop. You could still see him, your Spidey, laying limp in your arms… "He was Spider-Man, of course he wasn't going to let me die."

Miguel watched as the salty tears began to spill from your eyes, falling down your cheeks, his expression remaining stern, but his eyes betrayed him. He didn't mean to make you cry; that was not his intention. He hated seeing you like this, the pain etched on your face. He clenched his fists, struggling with the urge to reach out for you.

“Y/N-”

“No,” You whispered, shaking your head as you took a shaky step back, then another. “Maybe… Maybe you’re right,” You murmured, your voice barely audible. “I’ve already ruined enough in my world. I shouldn’t… I shouldn’t ruin yours, too.” You wrapped your arms around yourself as you avoided his gaze, your voice breaking. “I don’t even know if being near me is putting you in danger, Miguel.”

Miguel’s eyes softened, his resolve wavering as he took a step toward you. He reached out, his fingers brushing the air between you, but you moved away, climbing up onto the ledge of the building.

“Y/N-” His voice was sharper now, but you shook your head, your back to him.

“I think it’s better if I just go home,” You said, your tone distant and resigned, the wind carrying your words away. Before he could stop you, you pushed off the ledge, stepping off into the open air.

Miguel surged forward. His heart thundered in his chest as he rushed to the edge, expecting to see you plummeting toward the streets below. But when he looked down, you were gone. He froze, his sharp gaze darting around, scanning every rooftop, every shadow. Nothing. You’d disappeared.

A deep, frustrated sigh escaped him, his hands gripping the ledge so tightly his knuckles turned white under his suit. His jaw clenched, and he shut his eyes for a moment, fighting the surge of emotions that threatened to overwhelm him. He hated that he’d upset you. But what gnawed at him even more was the realization that he cared far more than he’d ever intended. Before he could fully process the knot of emotions tightening in his chest, Lyla materialized beside him.

“Ooh, wrong move, boss man,” She winced, her tone dripping with mock sympathy as she adjusted her heart-shaped glasses.

Miguel's nostrils flared, and he huffed, already opening the controls on his watch. "Shut up, Lyla," He snapped, his voice rough as he navigated the interface. His fingers moved with precision, inputting commands to track your communicator.

Lyla floated closer, her arms crossed as she tilted her head in mock thought. “Wait, wait, wait. Are you tracking her now? After that mess? I mean, you did just emotionally steamroll her, so maybe chasing her down isn’t the brightest idea.” She raised an eyebrow. “Not exactly the best way to apologize.”

Miguel grumbled under his breath, his frustration bubbling just beneath the surface. “Not. Now.” He growled, his eyes fixed on the screen as the device began to triangulate your location.

Lyla sighed dramatically, throwing her hands up. “Fine, but let the record show, I warned you. Big time.”

Miguel ignored her, his jaw clenched as he growled softly, waiting for the tracker to lock on. The tension in his posture was palpable, his mind racing. He didn’t care if it wasn’t a good idea. He needed to find you - and fix this.

~~~

The soft strains of Mozart, and the smell of your lavender candle, filled your apartment. You sat curled up in your small hammock, the intricate webbing swaying with each shift of your weight. A steaming cup of tea rested in your hands as you brought the rim to your lips, blowing gently before taking a sip.

You shut your eyes and let out a long sigh, allowing the calm to wash over you. Tonight had been too much - Miguel’s words, the weight of your guilt, the ever-looming question of your purpose… All of it. For now, you decided, you’d forget the night, for now. You would forget the ache in your heart. Just Mozart and your tea.

And then there was a knock at the door.

Your eyes snapped open, a flicker of annoyance crossing your features. “Really? Now?” You placed your tea on the small table beside you and stepped out of the hammock, your feet hitting the hardwood floor with a soft thud.

Padding toward the door, you hesitated, who was going to be behind your door? Hopefully not Miguel, you did not want to see him. For now, at least. Frowning, you peeked through the peephole.

Miguel.

He stood there, imposing as ever, his broad shoulders practically taking up the entire frame of your door. His face was unreadable, though his jaw was set.

You debated ignoring him, pretending you weren’t home. But you knew better. You knew that he knew that you were there.

How did he found out where you lived though..?

With a resigned sigh, you unlocked the door and opened it just enough to lean against the frame, crossing your arms as you looked up at him. “What do you want, Miguel?” You asked, your voice carrying the sharp edge of exhaustion and annoyance.

For a moment, he didn’t answer, his deep crimson eyes scanning your face as if searching for something. Then, in a voice quieter than you expected, he said, “I came to apologize.”

You stared at him, narrowing your eyes slightly as you searched his face. His red eyes uncharacteristically flickered from your gaze, dropping to the floor. You pursed your lips, before leaving, opening the door further for him to enter.

You may regret this, but an apology sounded nice.

Miguel stood awkwardly in your doorway before he took a hesitant step inside. His eyes darted around, cataloging every detail of your small apartment. The warm glow of candles illuminated the space, casting soft shadows that danced across the walls; along with the two table lamps.

The potted plants along the wooden window bench caught his attention first - vibrant greens that seemed to thrive in your care. His gaze shifted to the hammock, the webbing unmistakably your handiwork, swaying gently in the faint draft from the open door; he moved to shut it.

As you moved to retrieve your tea, his eyes wandered to the framed photos on a nearby shelf almost filled with books. He paused when he saw the image of you and your family. Then, his gaze fell on the wall near the hammock, nearly covered in Polaroids. Most of them featured you with him. He remembered that night, after fighting a Venom anomaly, you had taken a bunch of polaroids of him and yourself. Most of the pictures that had him in them, featured his usual brooding expression.

And finally, his eyes settled on the framed photo that sat apart from the rest. You and your Spider-Man. Miguel’s jaw tightened ever so slightly.

You returned with your tea, cradling the mug as you stood by the hammock. You followed his gaze, noticing the framed photo he lingered on. Your chest tightened slightly, but you pushed the feeling aside.

“It’s not much, but it’s home,” You said, breaking the silence.

Miguel turned his head toward you, his crimson eyes softening as they met yours. “It suits you,” He said simply.

You raised a brow, still suspicious of his intentions. “How did you even find me, Miguel? I don’t remember giving you my address.”

He cleared his throat, feeling incredibly awkward as you continued to stare at him. The tension between you both was unnerving. “You didn’t. I… May have tracked your communicator.”

Your jaw dropped slightly, and you shot him an incredulous look. “You tracked me? Are you serious?”

“I had to make sure you were safe,” He replied, his voice firm but not defensive. “You disappeared, and I-” He stopped himself, his brows knitting together as if he was carefully choosing his words. “I needed to fix things.”

You sighed, pinching the bridge of your nose. “Miguel, you can’t just-”

“I know,” He interrupted, his tone gentler now. “It wasn’t right. But I wasn’t going to let you vanish without telling you that I am sorry.”

You stared at him for a long moment, his towering figure seeming less intimidating in the soft light of your apartment. The weight of his words hung in the air, and though you wanted to stay angry, there was a sincerity in his eyes that was hard to ignore.

Finally, you gestured to the couch. “Sit. If you’re going to apologize, you might as well do it properly.”

Miguel hesitated for a brief second before nodding. As he moved to the couch, he seemed almost out of place in your cozy living room, his broad shoulders and sheer size dwarfing the small piece of furniture. He lowered himself carefully onto the cushions, his knees nearly brushing the coffee table, and rested his forearms on his thighs.

You sat across from him, cradling your tea in your hands, your gaze steady but wary. “Alright,” You said quietly. “Start talking.”

Miguel’s jaw tightened, and he exhaled deeply before running a hand through his hair. “I’m not good at this…” He muttered, his voice low and gruff. He hesitated, frustration flickering in his eyes as he searched for the right words. “Carajo… I am not good at… Feelings.”

You let out a soft huff, rolling your eyes as you moved to lean against the wall. Taking a sip of your tea, you gave him a pointed look. “You don’t say,” you quipped dryly, your tone laced with a mix of exasperation and amusement.

“I know I’ve been… Harsh,” He admitted, his voice quieter now. “It’s just-” He paused, his gaze dropping to the floor for a moment before meeting yours again. “I don’t want to make mistakes that could cost everything. But in trying to protect you… I hurt you instead.” Your grip on the mug tightened slightly, and you let his words hang in the air, the sincerity in his tone catching you off guard. “What I’m trying to say is… Is that I… Care.”

Your eyes snapped to his, your surprise evident. Of all the things you expected, hearing Miguel O’Hara admit to caring was not one of them. “Did Lyla tell you to say all of this?” You asked, a mix of suspicion and disbelief coloring your tone.

Miguel let out a soft, humorless chuckle. “No. She told me not to come at all. Said it would only make things worse,” He said, his lips quirking in a faint, almost self-deprecating smile. “This is all me.”

You sighed, breaking eye contact and looking off to the side. The exhaustion from the night - and everything else - clung to you like a heavy fog.

Miguel’s gaze softened as he watched you. The warm glow of the candles flickered across your face, highlighting the soft curve of your features and the faint furrow in your brow. You were dressed in casual comfy clothes. Simple and comfortable, so different from the suit he was used to seeing you in. It was this side of you, so unguarded and real, that made his chest tighten painfully. You were breathtaking, and yet he hated himself for being the reason you seemed so worn down.

Inside, a tempest raged within him. Miguel had always kept his distance, convinced it was safer - for the both of you. Yet, from the moment he met you, you had stirred something deep within him, something he hadn’t felt in years. With every shared moment, that feeling had grown stronger, harder to suppress. Now, sitting here in the warmth of your space, the weight of his responsibilities, the risks, and the danger you both faced felt irrelevant. For once, the thought of denying how much he cared for you seemed utterly impossible.

It was hard to let himself open up, to love someone again…

Finally, you broke the silence, your voice low and tired. “Why do you care?” Miguel opened his mouth to answer, but you continued before he could. “I’ve known you for months,” You continued, “And one minute, you’re… Funny, kind, and almost easy to be around. Then the next, you shut down and act like I’m some nuisance you’re stuck dealing with. It’s confusing, Miguel. You’re confusing.” You shook your head, your fingers gripping the mug tightly. “What you said to me earlier - it hurt more than you realize. For years, I’ve been doing everything I can for this city, trying to make up for what I feel is my fault. I’ve been fighting to heal, to move forward, but it’s exhausting. And on top of that, I’m tired of trying to figure you out. I’m tired of never knowing where I stand with you.” You paused, swallowing thickly before you drew in a shaky breath. “But… Your apology is a good start,” You admitted, your voice softening slightly. You took another sip of your tea. You then glanced back at him, your eyes searching his face. “So, I’m asking again. Why do you care?”

Miguel exhaled sharply, his hand running through his hair, and for a moment, the silence stretched between you.

“I don’t know how to say this right,” he began, his voice low, almost hesitant. “But you’re not some nuisance. You’ve never been that. If anything, you’ve been… A distraction. Not in a bad way-” He stopped himself, shaking his head, his fingers flexing like he was trying to grasp the words. “You make me feel things I’ve tried to bury. Things I told myself I couldn’t afford to feel.” His crimson eyes lifted to meet yours. “I push you away because I don’t know how not to. I’ve seen what happens when I let people in, when I let myself care too much. I’ve lost too much, and I’m terrified of losing again.” He leaned back slightly, his hand scrubbing over his face before he continued, his tone softening. “But with you… It’s different.” He sat up straighter, his broad shoulders tense as he finished, “I care because I can’t not care. You’ve made it impossible for me to not care about you. Even if it scares the hell out of me.”

The words struck you like a tidal wave. For a moment, your mind went blank, the weight of his confession too overwhelming to process all at once. You stared at him, your hands trembling as you set the mug down on the table with a soft clink. He cared about you. Not just in a passing, obligatory way, but in a way that had kept him up at night, that had pulled him into the storm of vulnerability he had been so desperate to avoid.

The man who had spent months keeping you at arm’s length, who had built walls so high you thought you’d never get over them, was now sitting in your living room, confessing that he cared about you in a way that terrified him.

“I…” You started, your voice catching before you swallowed hard, trying again. “I didn’t expect that. Any of that.” You folded your hands in front of yourself to still their shaking, your breath unsteady. “Do you know how hard it’s been to figure you out? How exhausting it’s been to… To care about someone who feels so out of reach? And now you’re telling me this, and-” You stopped yourself, exhaling sharply, your emotions threatening to bubble over.

Miguel’s expression softened slightly, “I know I haven’t made it easy,” He admitted, his voice quieter now. “And I’m not asking you to forgive me overnight. I just… I needed you to know. You deserve to know.”

You met his gaze, the sincerity in his crimson eyes rooting you in place. For months, you’d wondered, doubted, questioned where you stood with him, and now… Now you finally had an answer. It didn’t erase the hurt, the confusion, but it was a step forward, a crack in the walls he’d built so high around himself.

“Okay,” You said finally, your voice steadying as you exhaled. “It’s a lot to take in, Miguel. But… I appreciate you telling me. I needed to hear it.” Setting your tea down on the small table, you crossed your arms and turned to face him fully. “But how do I know you’re not just going to go back to being…” You narrowed your eyes, gesturing vaguely in his direction with a wave of your hand. “Closed off and rude? I mean, you’ve done it before. You know you do it.” Your gaze held his, challenging. “How can I be sure this isn’t just going to be another time where you go all hot and cold again?” You recrossed your arms, your expression a mixture of skepticism and hurt. “Because I can’t keep doing that. My heart can’t take it. I need to know that you’re serious.”

The corners of his mouth twitched ever so slightly, “I don’t expect you to believe me right away,” He began, “But I’ll prove it to you. No more pushing you away. No more excuses.” He leaned forward slightly, his gaze unwavering as it met yours. “You deserve better than that, and I’m going to make sure you know just how much you mean to me.”

You gave a small nod, the tiniest hint of a smile tugging at your lips despite the storm still swirling in your chest. “We’ll see then,” You said softly, your words carrying both caution and hope. For the first time in months, you felt like maybe, just maybe, you were starting to understand Miguel O’Hara.

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mrstellmeafuckingsecret · 9 days ago

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walburga thinks sirius is a gift from hecate. her family thinks she's going mad but she knows better, it just makes so much sense.

the healers had said that she'd never be able to conceive, and she'd already had two miscarriages trying to prove them wrong, so she started praying - going back in her timeline to her forefathers, the high priests of hecate, and begged her for a son; performing rituals under the moon, leaving food, doing blood magic, burying stillborn puppies. her brothers told her she was hysterical, even mad, until she conceived. they were silenced, then.

she did these rituals monthly, then, till sirius was born. 3rd November, 1959, something else she considered to be a direct sign from the goddess. he was born on a waning crescent phase, when hecate's powers were strongest. furthermore, he was born right after samhain, the festival for the relationship between the living and the dead. he was born under an omen of power, she was convinced, the Black heir who would have ties to dead and the alive.

when regulus was born, she was confused. initially, she had been thrilled - another blessing? another miracle? - but there were no signs from hecate. regulus was born on a full moon, he was a virgo, there were no festivals, no nothing. maybe she resented him for giving her hope and disappointing her, maybe he was the one who she truly loved and cared for like a son, not like how she cared for sirius - distantly, almost like she worshipped him.

walburga continued her rituals, her worship of hecate, and took sirius with her from the very first day, when he was still an infant, put him on altars instead of pedestals. she took him to altars and taught him greek before english - isolation was a small price to pay for greatness.

she had no reason to believe sirius would be anything less than great - until he started rebelling, of course.

it started small.

walburga had been afraid to send sirius away for hogwarts, but she did, and two months later she got a letter from sirius saying he hadn't been cleansing himself with burnt herbs before rituals because his friends asked too many questions. that was the first sign. there were others. many, many others. she didn't plan on letting sirius return to hogwarts after he finally returned to the altar home for christmas break (what if he stopped performing rituals altogether?), but orion sent him off without her permission.

(she prayed about it. sirius cleansed himself. hecate was still with her.)

when sirius was sixteen, he said walburga was crazy. he said that he hadn't performed the rituals in years, that he knew all about the sacrifices, that it was all bullshit. he ran away. walburga broke. she cried, she begged her goddess to give her her god son back, and then sadness turned to anger, and she yelled and hurt and cursed - how dare sirius throw something so great away? how dare he betray his blood, but more importantly, his destiny? the miracle he was? did he not know hecate would abandon him? and hecate did, yes, yes she did, because sirius went to azkaban, and walburga knew he didn't kill the potters but he'd committed blasphemy, something infinitely worse, so she let him rot. had he continued his worship, she could've protected him, guided him - instead, she let her hounds of the underworld claim him, let the dementers gnaw at his soul. as he deserved.

when sickness got to her, and she was left alone in an empty house, weak and helpless, she wondered if hecate had abandoned her, too, abandoned her for letting the brightest star burn out.

#idk mythology sooo don't fact check me #or do idk #can't wait for all seven notes on this post #sirius black #walburga black #the black family #sirius and walburga #walburga and sirius #greek black family #moth's own #hecate's blessing au

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nhoeer · 2 months ago

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Let's get back to my drabble SGTFone.

For any of you who missed previous drabble can check it here [Part 1] [Part 2]

The sub level 50 in original was a waste management, correct? in SG it's kinda like a recycling factory where you throw dead mech body to be recycled into a new protoform. Because that is pretty much cannon in the Botcon Shattered Glass.

So yeah basically the sub level 50 is a human equivalent of graveyard, and there is a lot of spooky impression regarded of that place.

So the duo got to meet B127 here, it's never fully explained in the original how he end up here, but i think he is jobless and just making living in the sub level 50… ?

Anyway, in SG he is a graverobber and he doesn't just end up here, HE is sneaking into 50 just to stole still functioned body parts. When the duo arrived he try to make excuse on why he was here, and pretty much yapping that he was NOT trying to steals some corpses.

He then introduce the duo to his collection, i mean sparkless friends. Wich is a red flags because all of the corpses has blown out injuries in their chest. Orion accidently turning on Steve is camera footage where it show a glitched hologram about the three bot including Steve talking about The Matrix in their possession, after that the hologram marked their last online location in red dot.

Ofcourse it make Orion overexcited about his finding and plea to Dee to go find the Matrix with him. But Dee strongly refuse because how dangerous the location seem to be. However Orion then highlight on how expensive the Matrix would be if they sold it to the collector catching the attention of Bumblebee to also plea for searching the Matrix in exchange for him becoming his best friend.

Since Dee is such a loser, again he falls into that cheap trick.

Then, Bee let them know how to get out of sub level 50.

Now this is another tricky part, Has it ever explained in the original movie at how in the cybertronian were living underground? are there any other mecha beside cyber stag living on the surface ?🤔

Because, in Marvel and Botcon SG it's implied that underground Cybertron were inhabited by a different race.

Does it make sense to swap SGTFone being a surface society instead underground?

#transformers #transformers sg #shattered glass #megatron #optimus prime #d 16 #orion pax #b 127 #bumblebee #tf one #maccadams #my drabble tag

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i-starcreamed · 3 months ago

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May we request a TF One Starscream where he meets gn reader along with Orion, D-16, Elita and Bee when they got electrocuted and got kidnapped (?) to the High Guard's lair, and Starscream somehow was attracted to reader. (I just need this twink to be head over heels on someone)

TF1 STARSCREAM X READER

I need him so bad.

cybertronian!reader Possessive themes, star being lowkey manipulative idk, starscream himself is a warning

You woke up slowly, the light of your optics slowly returned to their original bright color. You tried to lift your servo to your pounding helm but found you couldn't move. Panic began to rise. You couldn’t help but ask yourself.. what happened?

A groan escaped you as the pain in your helm intensified. Your processor scrambled to figure out where you were and what was going on. Before you could lift your helm, something – or rather someone – did it for you.

A single digit tilted your chin upward, accompanied by a low hum. “Interesting..” He mused, tilting your helm to the side.

Through blurry optics, you made out the figure of a mostly red and grey bot standing in front of you. As your vision settled, your optics widened in recognition, and you realized you were kneeling. Instinctively, you tried to stand, only to be met with the rattle of restraints binding your servos behind your back. Your processor demanded a reaction—fear, caution. This was someone you should be afraid of.

“Don’t even think about yelling right now, pretty. I don’t want you waking your friends up yet.” He hissed, shoving a digit in your face before you could open your intake to speak.

You narrowed your optics, slowly swallowing your fear. “Are you going to kill us?”

He placed a digit on his chin, thinking to himself. “Hmm, maybe. Not you, maybe them. If you want them with their spark intact, I’d warn them to behave.”

“Uh huh...okay. Uh.. where are we?”

Starscream shot you an almost offended look. Right, of course—he forgot. Sentinel and the rest of Cybertron had long stopped telling the tale of the High Guard ever since…

“Why, you're in the presence of the High Guard. We’ve been sabotaging Sentinel’s work from the sidelines for decades, and I’m sure you miners never bothered to notice. No one ever does…" He looked off to the side, scoffing.

Your optics widened. “High guard…Starscream?”

"It's a pleasure to introduce myself to you," he said with a snarky grin. "I knew you’d recognize me eventually."

“You know what Sentinel did? We’re also trying to.. stop him. We were working on that just before you captured us.” You felt your spark leap. Would it be possible to have such a strong ally on your side?

He raised a brow, “it’s about time you all became aware.”

He looked over to the purple bot next to him, “Shockwave, undo their binds.”

“..Starscream that is illog-“

“I said, do it,” he snapped, not bothering to glance in Shockwave's direction.

You heard Shockwave huff before the restraints on your wrists fell away. Looking behind you, your friends were still unconscious—Dee, Bee, Orion, and Elita sat motionless.

“Can you let go of my friends?

“I don’t know about that, Y/N.” He mused thoughtfully, your designation rolling off his glossa smoothly.

“I don’t trust them… but you? I want you to work with me." He stepped closer, a sly smile spreading across his face. The bots around him turned their helms sharply in his direction—Starscream was impulsive but not....this impulsive. He was being outright foolish.

Before you could respond, he cut you off. "As you said, we have the same goal. I have an army. You could be a part of it."

He stepped closer to your still-kneeling form, humming in satisfaction.

He let his servo gently trace the side of your helm, following the line where the light hit your metal and reflected back a soft glow of color. Realizing what he was doing, he quickly pulled his servo back, letting it hover uneasily over your helm He doesn’t know what came over him.

“You could be by my side as an equal, not just some soldier. You could be more than you are now.”

His voice like a serpent’s hiss in your audio receptors. sounding ever so sweet. He knew what he was doing, but he didn’t know why. He needed a bot like you at his side. Literally and figuratively.

“…And if I refuse?” You whispered, your voice slightly shaking.

“Then I’d be losing the one thing that’s missing from me,” he leaned down to your height. “And you know I'm not about to let that happen."

#transformers #transformers x reader #maccadam #transformers one #cybertronian reader #gn reader #starscream x reader #tfo starscream x reader

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in1-nutshell · 5 months ago

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SINCR YOU WATCHED TRANSFORMERS ONE

Can you do if Maxima was in Transformers one as well? SINCE SHE WOULD STILL BE A CHILD FROM IT (and plus, i wanna see her reaction on one scene particular)

One of the first Buddy's I thought about when I finished watching the movie.

Hope you enjoy!

TF1 Version of Maxima

SFW, Angst, Familial, Cybertronian reader

TF1

Orion found her in one of the carts filled with raw energon.

He thought he was hallucinating from lack of sleep before D-16 also saw the sparkling heading straight for the crusher.

Both mechs hurriedly got the sparkling before the crusher got her.

It was extremely rare to see sparklings this small in Iacon, most bots were created and built in larger sizes, especially those with T-cogs.

D-16 thought it was a good idea to bring the sparkling to the guards or a supervisor.

D-16: “C’mon Pax, let’s see if the guards are in a good mood and—Orion?” Orion was just staring into the sparkling big blue optics. D-16: “Orion?” Orion holds the sparkling close to his chassis. Orion: “D, how about we… you know…” D-16: “Oh no, no, no, no. Orion we can’t take care of a sparkling. You can barely take care of yourself!” Orion looks at his friend, then the sparkling. He passes the sparkling into his servos. D-16 catches the sparkling. D-16: “Hey!” Orion: “I guess your right. We can always go see which guard won’t punch us into oblivion and take the sparkling somewhere… where we’ll never see her again… ever…” D-16 looked a bit conflicted as the sparkling looked at him. With her big blue optics. …No, he had to stay strong… The sparkling gently patted his faceplate, smiled and giggled. D-16: “…You win this round Pax.” Orion: “Good!” Orion goes to grab the sparkling put D-16 reflexively moves out of his reach, surprising them both. D-16 coughs before handing the sparkling back to Orion, looking at the ground embarrassed. Orion just smirks at his friend. Orion: “Looks like we all got attached, huh?” D-16 nudges his shoulder. D-16: “Yeah… guess we did.”

The easiest part was hiding the little thing.

New spread around that a sparkling was in the mines and the miners had sworn an oath not to let the guards know she was there.

At least until she was older to work with the rest of them.

Orion and D-16 where surprised to see how many bots wanted to keep this a secret.

Even Elita-One didn’t want the guards to know about her.

She said it was because the sparkling boosted morale.

This was also the same bot caught cooing at the sparkling in between breaks.

It’s a miracle that none of the guard’s suspect anything.

Jazz looks around the corner. Jazz: “Darkwing’s coming!” Wheeljack: “Hide!” Orion quickly put the sparkling under a crate and sat on it. Darkwing passed by the corridors, looked around before continuing walking. Orion waited a few more seconds before venting out. D-16 quickly pushed him out and goes to lift the crate. Orion: “Ow!” D-16: “No, you don’t get to say that. You literally sat on her!” The sparkling looked up as the miner’s lifted the crate and smiled up at him. D-16 and Orion sighed in relief. Orion turned to Jazz and Wheeljack. Orion: “Thanks guys.” Wheeljack just waved. Jazz: “Anything for mini-Pax, Pax.”

The sparkling was very attached to Orion and D-16.

It’s almost always constant smiles and laughs.

D-16 tries to be the voice of reason for them.

He hopes that it rubs off on the sparkling.

It does… but not the amount he was hoping for because that sparkling might as well have been a mini-Pax.

But it was D-16 that gave the sparkling her name.

D-16 was looking at a list of names. The sparkling sat on a crate while looking at him curiously. D-16: “Let’s find you a name. there is no way I’m calling you mini-Pax any more… Let’s see here… Lithia?” The sparkling shook her helm. D-16: “Hmm… how about Andromeda? Rapidfire? Nova?” The sparkling shook her helm at each name. D-16 sighed. D-16: “…Maxima?” The sparkling perked up. D-16: “Maxima? That’s the name you want?” The sparkling smiled and raised her servos up wanting to get picked up. D-16 smiled and picked up the sparkling. D-16: “Guess its Maxima then huh.” Maxima: “D…” D-16 paused. D-16: “What?” Maxima smiled and giggled. Maxima: “D! D! D!” D-16 laughed out loudly while twirling around with Maxima giggling into his chassis. Orion turned the corner, a bit winded from his run in with Darkwing. Orion: “What’s going on? I hear laughing.” Maxima smile grew even bigger seeing Orion. D-16 passed her into Orion’s arms. D-16: “Found a name for her. Maxima!” The sparkling turned her helm at him and laughed. Orion’s optics widened a bit but smiled. Orion: “Guess the other names didn’t work?” D-16: “Was going to try Ophelia, but it didn’t sound right. Annnddd, guess who said who’s name first? Mine!” Maxima: “D! Pax!” Both mechs stopped. D-16: “She didn’t say Pax when I was here.” Orion just looked at her with love and adoration. Orion: “You did good D, thanks.” D-16 slug an arm around Pax. D-16: “Anytime.”

Orion let that be her name, mainly because he felt like he owed his friend for all the scrap he put him through with trying to find information on the matrix of leadership.

As the years go by, Maxima ends up working as one of the miners.

She happily working with everyone.

The Guards are a bit confused where this bot came from, but they don’t question it.

Orion and D-16 worry a bit for Maxima’s growth, especially since she didn’t have a T-cog like them and being smaller than the average bot in the mines.

Maxima, like Orion, loved to go out of the mines and find adventure.

She has a nasty habit of jumping roof tops and scaling buildings.

Good for sneaking around.

But she does draw a line with some of the sneaking around with Orion.

Maxima loved hanging around with D-16.

He was a stable anchor she latched on when she bit off a bit more than she could intake.

She loves jumping on his back as he ‘reluctantly’ carries her.

Overhears about Orion and D-16 going to the race, that gets shut down by D-16.

She ends up joining some other bots in the crowd when she spots her fathers in the race.

The loudest in cheering for them.

Winces hard when they don’t make it.

Tries to get to the mines again when she spots Darkwing throwing them somewhere and not returning with them.

She goes to investigate.

Maxima: “AAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHH!” CRASH! THUD! Maxima landed on the hard ground after bouncing off the conveyor belt. She looks up to see a yellow mech, a happy Orion, and a concern D-16. D-16 and Orion: “Maxima!” Both the mechs help her up as she dusts some scrap from her frame. D-16: “Are you hurt?” D-16 raises her arms to look for any injury. Orion takes both of her shoulders and looks at her with D-16’s concern. Orion: “What are you doing down here? Did you really just take the trash shoot down here?” Maxima gets out of the mech’s grip. Maxima: “Of course I did. I saw Darkwing leave without you guys and the only shoot that goes down was the trash shoot.” D-16 pinches the ridge of his nose: “So you decided that it was a smart idea to go inside it?” Maxima: “… In my defense I was left unsupervised.” B-127: “Hi!” Maxima looks over at the yellow mech and waves back. Maxima: “I’m Maxima!” B-127: “I’m B-127! But Some bots call me B.” Maxima and B-127 start chatting up a storm. D-16 and Orion could only understand a handful of the words coming out of the pairs mouths the faster they talked. Orion: “Umm… at least she’s making friends around her age?” D-16: “…I don’t like this…”

Maxima ends up tagging along with the group to find the Matrix of Leadership.

Grabs D-16’s back the entire train ride.

She was not about to get crushed by a crate bigger than her before reaching the Matrix.

Is bouncing on her pedes seeing the surface, excitably hugging Orion and D-16.

D-16 looking at the growing mountains. D-16: “Is that getting bigger?” Orion: “I think it’s getting closer…” Maxima and B-127 immediately take off, the others following. The train start shaking and jumping. Maxima tries grabbing onto the railing, but it slips her grasp. Maxima: “Orion!” Orion immediately let go of D-16 grasp and used his other servo to grab her servo. Orion: “Don’t let go!” Maxima: “What does it look like I’m doing?!”

Orion and D-16 help her up when they wake up.

Now they were following the map to the location of the Matrix.

Maxima is just happy to do something other than mining for once.

Happiness that doesn’t last seeing the Quintesson ship.

Holds on to Elita and D-16’s servos tightly seeing Orion and Bee almost getting caught.

Meeting Alpha Trion and finding out what happened to the other Prime’s...

What Sentinel is doing with the Quintesson’s…

Feels almost as angry as D-16 but does notice the shift and gets worried.

Tries to tell Orion but he brushes it off.

Everyone gets their T-Cog’s.

Orion, D-16, B-127, and Elita-One look over at each other’s new frames. B-127: “This is awesome! Hey Maximaa—AAAHHH! Holy Primus you’re huge!” The bots look over at Maxima and have to do a double take. Maxima, once the shortest member of their little group was now the biggest and tallest one. Probably as big as Sentinel Prime! D-16: “Maxima… you look…” Maxima looked worried. Maxima: “What?” Orion smiles. Orion: “You look good… though you could have been smaller.” Maxima laughs at the comment as she tries and carries D-16 and Orion in her arms. Success! D-16: “Maxima! Put us down!” Maxima smirks and brings them into a tight hug.

Timeskip to the High Guard.

Maxima is fangirling with B-127 when she sees the Guard.

Gets a bad feeling when D-16 tries to leave and fights Starscream.

Yells for D-16 to stop while Orion holds her back as the crowd pushes them back.

Shakes a bit when she sees D-16 new canon, sharing the same concern look on Orion’s face.

Then Arachnid and Sentinel’s Elite Guard show up.

Maxima gets captured along with D-16 and B-127.

In the room with Sentinel, Maxima shares worried looks with B-127 and D-16.

Stares at D-16 when he refuses to kneel to Sentinel.

He goes to hit him, but Maxima also stands up and kicks him in the back of the knee before standing in front of D-16, trying to use her larger frame to shield him from the Prime’s view.

Maxima looks at the Prime with hatred. Sentinel: “Well look who decided to play hero.” Maxima: “You’re not going to hurt them as long as I function Prime.” Sentinel smirks at her. Sentinel: “I can fix that.” D-16’s optics widen as Sentinel suddenly grabbed Maxim’s throat and slammed her to the ground. The Prime punched, kicked and hit the younger bot senselessly. D-16 tried to get up but was held down by some guard bots. D-16: “Stop! Stop it! Do it to me! Leave her out of this! Prime!” Sentinel finally stops and grabs Maxima by the throat again. Sentinel: “You had enough, or are you going to make me dirty my servos more?” Maxima weakly lifts her helm. Briefly glances at D-16 and B-127. She looks back at the Prime with a glare and spits energon on his face. Maxima: “No wonder… the Matrix didn’t choose you… what a joke…” Sentinel gave her an angry look before tossing her to the wall. Maxima heard d-16 yell for her before she blacked out.

In comes Orion.

As Orion helps D-16, he quickly pulls him to the wall where B-127 was trying to get the rubble off Maxima.

Orion cradles his barely conscious kid’s helm.

All she can do is smile painfully.

Thankfully she could walk and transform.

Orion tells her to follow him.

She doesn’t want to.

She wants to stay with D-16.

Something was going to happen.

Orion doesn’t let her as she begrudgingly follows.

She gives one last look at D-16 before following Orion.

She ends up taking a detour when she spots D-16 and Sentinel fighting in the square.

She immediately goes over with Orion.

As much as she hates the Prime, she would be no better than he is if they just terminated him like that.

Justice needed to be served.

Then it happens.

D-16 shoots Orion.

Maxima: “ORION!” Maxima screams as she dives in after him. Her doesn’t reach him as she also ends up falling. Both their descents stop when D-16 ends up grabbing both with separate servos. Maxima looks up. Maxima: “D!” D-16 was struggling to keep both from falling. Maxima looked over at Orion. He was hurt badly. Maxima: “D, help him! Let me go!” Orion and D-16: “What?!” Maxima was close to crying now. Maxima: “Orion needs help D! Please! Let me go! You can’t get both of us up! Save him!” Orion tries to reassure her that he will be okay, but he doesn’t even believe it. Maxima’s energon runs cold when she sees D-16 with red optics. D-16: “I’m done saving you.” Her optics widen as D-16 let go of Orion’s servo. Maxima: “ORION!” She tried to reach out but was swiftly pulled upward and skidded on the surface. The larger bot tried to go back to the ledge but was stopped by a swift kick to the chassis by D-16.

Maxima tried to stop him, but she was too late and witnessed D-16 tear Sentinel in half.

She stared in shock as D-16 pulled out Sentinel’s T-cog and placed in him.

She could only stare as he gave his speech.

As he proclaimed himself as Megatron.

That was when rage took over.

She ran at him trying to stop him with the help from Elita and B-127.

Megatron quickly got rid of the smaller bots but seemed to have a bit of trouble with Maxima.

Something she noticed quickly that he was taller than her once again.

He told her to stay out of his way.

Then came Optimus Prime.

Maxima was dragged back by Elita as she saw the two mech’s fight.

She could only watch the fight go down and watch Megatron get banished with the rest of the high guard.

He didn’t even look back.

Maxima could barely move seeing the new Prime.

She was rooted in her place until Optimus came up to her.

Maxima offered a tight smile as he patted her shoulders.

Optimus was taller than her now…

He opens the Matrix and letting the energon flow once again.

Maxima managed to keep everything composed until she was alone.

She sunk to her knees and sobbed and sobbed.

She had lost her entire family in less than two days.

She had lost D-16 to Megatron, and she had lost Orion Pax to Optimus Prime.

She was alone again…

Maxima didn’t notice someone entering the room and sitting beside her. She looked to see Optimus’s chassis right there. Optimus: “I know with everything I might look different… I feel different. But I’m still the same bot inside. The same bot who helped pick out your name.” Maxima: “… D was the one who found it.” Optimus chuckled somberly. Optimus: “But I got around the ‘mini-Pax’ name.” Maxima laughed a bit at the old name before feeling a pang of hurt. Optimus looked at her concern. Optimus: “Maxima?” Maxima quickly turned to him and buried her face in his neckcables while hugging him tightly and sobbing. Optimus just held her while some tears of his own spilled out. Optimus: “I’m here Maxima… I’m here…” She could feel the Prime’s tears on her helm, but she didn’t care. Right now, it was time to mourn for her fallen family. Megatron at the same time was also in his room sobbing that his family was no more. And that there would be little to no chance to see Maxima, ever again… unless...

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