#i want to see things get worse for the cybertronians before they can get better

[transingthoseformers]

*sigh* I need the tf1 sequel so bad 😩

SAME

I want to see the new rhythm that was set in the tfone ending in full action

I want to see what things are like when the fighting really gets started, and with the Quintessons still in play??

I want to see the more long term changes that happen now energon is flowing freely on Cybertron again

I want to see more of Megatron as a leader in this timeline

I want to see more of Optimus as a leader in this timeline

I want to see the dynamic of decepticon high command after it's had time to settle

Ohhhohoh boy I want to see how Optimus and Megatron interact now that things have changed— I want to see their more familiar autobot vs decepticon dynamic play out on screen

I want to see what I know is going to happen next, and I want to see what I don't know will happen yet

[revelboo]

oh hey- that fic with tf1 megatron and that "pull" between him and reader, is that a spark/soulmates thing or more of an accidental conjunx adjacent kind of bond? cuz either sound really cool nd i know you'll handle whatever it is phenomenally, and thank you for the food

Wasn’t sure how well this sort of snippet would go over, but wanted to write one. It is a spark/soulmate thing based on an idea a friend of mine had about how interconnected a Cybertronian’s spark is to their world. That their spark might suffer and weaken without that connection to stabilize and feed off of. That a spark could bind to a soul to heal itself.

It Had to Be You Pt 6

TFO Megatron x Reader

• What does it say about him that you can work your way into his processor and he can’t get you, a weak, soft little thing, out. That when he enters his quarters, he knows exactly where you are. That your continued resistance bothers him. He’s supposed to be the strongest, the one who’ll tear all the corruption out. Fix Cybertron. What will his forces say when they discover he does have a weakness? That he’s so fascinated with a little human? That he needs you.

• Gritting his denta, he slams his fist into the wall hard enough to crumple the metal. That empty ache is back. It’d been better before he found you, when he’d just been used to that sense of missing something vital. It hadn’t bothered him so bad then. Touching you acts like a balm, making him whole. But only while in contact with you. Whenever he has to leave you, that jarring emptiness rushes back in worse than before. Wearing away at him day by day.

• You’re getting stronger, but you still can’t reach the top of the box he leaves you in like a little kitten. The walls aren’t smooth, but subtly grooved. Less of a handhold than the climbing walls you’d been terrible at as a kid, but with your bare feet and hands you can manage to get about halfway up. You’d dragged your pile of blankets over so that every time you do fall you’re not hurting yourself at least as your muscles strain, sweat slicking your skin. There’s not really a plan beyond escape the box, escape him. Because every day, the need to feel those warm servos on your skin becomes more visceral. You crave that contact and hate it at the same time. He’s done something to you, poisoned you somehow until you need him. Look forward to the next time you’ll see him.

• Door sliding silently open, he stalks over to your enclosure and freezes. Clinging to the side, reaching for a new handhold, you stop moving. Sensing him the same way he’s always aware of you and falling as soon as you meet his optics. The anger is immediate, forcing his servos under into shaking fists. He shouldn’t be surprised that you’re trying to run away. Always fighting him, always resisting. “Where is it you think you’re going to go?” He asks, speaking slowly and deliberately. Focusing on the words not the fury. “Do you really think I won’t just find you again?”

• You stay where you fell in the blankets, because you can’t breathe, can’t move under the weight of that cold, disappointed anger. Because those words tear at you and make you feel guilty for wanting freedom. Craving his touch and fearing it. You can hear his heavy steps as he approaches and you curl onto your side in a tight ball, feeling and hating that sense of belonging that makes you want, need, to reach out to him. Your body betraying you.

• “You still don’t understand,” he growls, reaching in to pick you up and feeling how tense you are, the way you tremble against his servos. Still fighting him even though he knows you can feel that same connection. You have to. He cradles you to his chassis directly over his spark, soaking in the feel of you. Uses a servo to pin your cheek against him even as he needs more. More contact to ground himself, to ease that ache. “You’re mine, little human.”

• The world drops sickeningly and you think he’s dropped you, but you never hit the ground. The world’s gone sideways somehow, your captor smaller but still so much bigger than you. One big hand cupping the back of your head to press your face against his chest. The other arm curled around you, servos tightening on your hip as you try to understand what just happened. Pushing against him to try and get some distance even as your struggling mind comprehends that he’s changed size somehow. That his hands are on you, his grip possessive and so much worse with him closer to your size, because there’s a new awareness of him that you don’t want. The hand at the back of your head shifts, servos tunneling in your hair as that other hand pins you along his frame. His heat soaking into you as you stop struggling, that rightness singing through you even as you want to fight it. Because he’s right, you are his. And you hate it.

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[tinydefector]

Rut Cycle- Jazz

Jazz x human

Word count: 2k

Masterlist

Rut cycle masterlist

Jazz masterlist

Warnings: Smut, Size difference, Alpha/Omega hinted, Heat/Ruts, creampie, Oral

Other info: I've got a vote going for who you guys want next but this is a full on Gen 1 ones hot series I'm making.

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The whole autobot base is on high alert due to everyone's rut cycle hitting. The multiple meeting between the Autobots and Decepticons over a ceasefire truce for Rut cycles. Jazz's Engine lets out a churn of noises as he leans back against his berth, he had decided it was for the best he retire after the meetings, it meant he was less likely to have problems with the scent of the human allies that also roamed the Ark, most of the humans had been asked to go home for the next week and a bit but a few still hung around. 

The soft sound of knocking breaks Jazz out of his thoughts as he moves towards the door to see who it is. Jazz’s visor flickers as he sees his favourite little human standing at his doorstep with a cube of energon on a cart for him. They smile as they look up at him. “Boss bot said you'd be back here, thought I'd drop you off a cube and come hang out if you're up for it” they state while pushing it into his room. 

 Primus they weren't helping the situation despite how much they tried to assist the bots, how close they came To nearly being snatched up by starscream in their meeting early, he knew it was just the rut and how sweet their scent was to the bots but even he was getting close to his limits with how much he could handle before he eventually succumb to the old coding. 

He cycled a deep ventilation, savouring the sweet crystal high grade smell wafting from their form. It makes his sensors ache and his engine whine in need. “ thanks Lil’ Bit. Yer always lookin’ out fer us bots.” He hums as he leans down to grab the Energon Cube. Primus, they stirred circuitry like nothing ever had. 

“Reckon ya better skedaddle now, ‘fore things get outta hand round here. We’ll be right as rain once this wave passes... but it ain’t no place fer a little sweet thing like yerself,  while tension are High with the Cons.” Most of the Bots hadn't Told the humans the reason as to why they had been asked to leave, many believed it was because of the Decepticons, and the Autobots not wanting any harm to come to them, in truth that was only part of the reason, the other part was how their scent made the cybertronians Rut worse and many of them weren't willing to risk hurting any of their allies Due to it. Didn’t stop Jazz from wishing, though, just for a taste, but he knew it wouldn't stop at just a taste.

Slight worry crosses their face as they look up at Jazz.  "Robo flu?, you didn't get that static bug again, or that little critter the Cons made which caused so much issue in the base last time" They teasingly inquire as they press a hand to his plating as if to check him for a fever out of habit. 

a ragged vent of air leaves him at their touch, joints locking to steel against surging charge and wanting to grab them. Plating heated beneath their hand. His visor lit with barely-restrained longing as azure optics peered down at their concerned face. "Ain't no bug, cher," he lamented softly. "Jus' a bit of a... condition we bots get sometimes. Nuthin' t' worry yer pretty headplate 'bout." 

Gentle digits itched to trace the curve of their cheek, taste their skin against glossa sensors gone mad with need. But he'd offlined his hardsuit protocols, locking down his traitorous system until after they left the room. His frame grew hotter with each passing breem. 

"Ya best skedaddle now, sweetspark." His field pulsed bittersweet promise of a raincheck, "And leave you by your lonesome while Prowl's even more foul?, could keep you company and get you energon when you need it, plus don't need you having a short circuit while i'm gone, cant have my favourite DJ sick can i?" The sweet scent on their skin has Jazz nearly drooling as they offer to stay with him and keep him company. 

Jazz cycled a shuddering vent engine whining loudly in need, grip creaking upon his half-empty cube as lithe form crossed their arms as they moved to make themself comfortable on his berth that was now piled with Blankets, tarps, polish clothes. 

His systems flashing warning as the magnetic field begged surrender to baser instincts, he desperately wanted to interface or at least let off some steam before he lost his mind and control. "Gonna hafta refuse that favour, li'l sweet. Y'got no idea ... th' things ya do t'me right now." His digits flexed, aching to caress them, claim. He walks to the other side of the room as if an injured animal that's cornered.  

Optics linger over their temptin' outline, memorising every curve as if famine-struck. "Please, lil' spark. F'r both our sakes." His Field pulsed apologetically for cutting their visit short, but he couldn't risk them. They stand up on the berth as he walks around in circles. 

Worry lingers on their face as they try to calm him down. “Jazzie talk to me, you're walking around like a cornered animal and you're worrying me” they state as he stops in front of them, his frame stiff as he holds off one last attempt to let them leave before he does something he would regret. Jazz nearly purrs as they cup his face looking up at his visor. Their hands feel divine against his faceplate. 

 The last shred of Jazz's ironclad control sheared away as they ran their fingers across his faceplate holding his face as they stared into his optics as sparked couples would. Tender servo curls around their waist as he uses a digit to lift their chin as a rumble resonated from his cracked spark.  "So sweet t'care... but ya jus' don' understand, li'l sweetspark." Trembling digits traced the fragile line of their face, unable to withstand their pull any longer. 

A deep, subsonic field pulsed from his frame. “I think I've got enough of an idea” they state while pressing their lips to his. A thundering roar leaves his engine as he grabs hold of them pulling them up against his frame as his lips desperately move against theirs. Tasting the sweet yet sinful flavour that is their skin. 

 He cycled his systems,warnings flashing critical. but Primus, how he ached to finally seize what haunted his every fantasised line of code...They whined loudly against his lips, his name muttered between breaths.

All of Jazz's fraying restraint snapped like cheap cabling. A strangled keen tore from his vocalizer as delicate grip yanked them flush against Plating as he eagerly pressed them down against the berth. 

He seized their jaw in a trembling servo, glossa delving past yielding lips with a starved groan. They taste like ecstasy and Rust sticks. Another rumble left deep from his frame. 

His other servo scoured down their back in rapture, digits aching to rip through their clothing and discard it across the floor. "Cher..." he gasped against their mouth. Name spilled like prayer as his interface panel snapped open his spike snaking out, straining against their covered form. 

Whimpered moans leave them as his servos grip thier clothing, dragging it off their body as he throws it across the room, glossa tracing down their form as he eagerly laps against their skin. 

At their little nosies Jazz’s Optics flared, visor blazing, Trembling servos gentled spead their thighs, pressing gentle kisses along them before he bites down and sucks a mark into the skin. “H-hold on t’ me, li’l one,” he rasped out as his glossa traces along their sex “Jus’ hang on tight. Lemme take care’a ya...” 

Slowly, with far more grace than rationality warranted, Jazz began to rock his Glossa against their pulsing warmth with aching care. A loud groan and engine roar leaves him at the taste of them. His optics drank in every flicker of pleasure stealing across their face as the arch and rock against him.

 His spike aches and leaks against the bedding as he slowly works his little human open with his glossa, preping and readying them.  

Jazz burrowed his faceplate between their quivering legs, purrs interlacing pleasured moans dragging from his vocals. His servo curled beneath their legs, hitching them higher. "Primus, babydoll.. so perfect..." He gasped prayers and profanities, they arch and grip his helm as his glossa continues to drive into them. Their gasping cries, have his engine roaring louder.

He pulls away for a moment as he flips them lifting their hips up as he grinds his needy spike against their back, a guttural moan leaves him before he snarls, gripping their waist firmly. Jazz shuddered out a keening groan as he slowly presses his spike into them, stretching them to accommodate his size. 

so tight - so hot and sweet he feared offlining upon first plunge into their sweet little form, their scent driving him wild as his field lets out pulse of energy.  

He curled his servos around their fragile hips, grinding slowly into them, helm tilted back as he clenchs his denta from how tight of a fit it is. "Frag, yes!" he bellowed, slowly picking up pace as he drives into them. Their hands grip onto the blankets as needy moans and cries fall from their lips each time Jazz thrust back into them, grinding his spike into their Smaller form. 

" So beautiful, so perfect...mmm, my Lil mate..." He gasped brokenly, intake clenching.

His thrusts turned feral, spike swelling. He dragged their joined frames up. Holding them to his frame as he goes into frenzy, slamming brutally home again and again.

"Mine," Jazz snarled ferally. "Gonna overload ya so fraggin' good, li'l cher..."

Another savage buck of his hips sent them keening, body pulsing and bucking as they cry out from pleasure. “Jazz oh God!, Jazz!” They claw at his plating desperately trying to grab hold of his arm as he drives into them as feral snarls leave him. A guttural groan echoed from Jazz's intake as their clamp and fluttered wildly around his spike, 

"Frag, li'l bit-, that it, mmm so good" he moans, His spike throbbed mercilessly within their small channel, Another ragged groan was wrenched from depths of his frame as their orgasm hits, his name falling from their lips as if it were a prayer.

He tenses, another guttural moan leaves him and he presses them back down onto the berth, frantically griding into thier tight body. spike pulsing frantically. With a static-laced keen, Jazz finally tumbled over the edge, filling their much smaller body to the brim with bright pink transfluid. Jazz threw back his head with a roar as their tiny frame rolled back to meet each piston in desperation as he pumps more and more into their needy hole. "Frag, yes sweetspark - take it, take m'transfluid, take it all!" 

He rolled deftly within, overload ripped through wiring in a cascade. Transfluid spurted from them as it rolls down their  thighs onto the berth as Jazz holds them close, smaller whines leavign his intake as he grinds into their shuttering body.  

With one finally thust he settles, fan systems on full blast as his frame desperately tries to cool down as he rolls to his side, cradling their body against his, holding them close, his other servo piles the blankets around their exhausted body as he keeps them plugged with his spike. Little whimpered whines leave them as he leans his helm down to press a gentle kiss to their forhead. His systems are slow to reboot, but one thing was for certain,  he wasn't finished with them and he would be damned to the pits if he let them leave his berth until after everyone's rut had subsided. “don't move Babydoll, ain't done with ya yet” he mumbles voice still static laced as his optics shutter behind his visor. 

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[in1-nutshell]

Hi! Absolutely love your writing!

I was wondering if you could do anything with Gamma from TFP? Just in general what happens after they find out their Bumblebee's twin. Like how do they adjust to the situation? I absolutely love this character and was kinda disappointed when there weren't as many asks for him.

Other than that I hope you have a great day! 💙

TFP Gamma has returned!

Hope you enjoy!

Gamma getting to know Team Prime

SFW, Platonic, Familial, of migraines, Cybertronian reader

TFP

It takes some time for Gamma to get used to the new normal.

As of now, there isn’t a way to retrieve their old memories.

But that doesn’t stop them from trying to get to know Bumblebee all over again.

They are confined to the base for the time being, which was all right by Gamma.

They weren’t in a hurry to head back out to the field with all of… this to deal with.

Bumblebee rarely leave their side throughout their recovery and after.

Its sadly common to see him by Gamma’s side holding their servos while recovery from awful migraines, a side effect from long exposure to the cord.

Team that helps Gamma out with the new normal

These bots can sympathize with the new bot. Whether they knew the old Gamma or not, they try and help them the best they can. If the bot did know Gamma before they were taken, they would try and jog their memory with missions or things they used to do. If they didn’t know Gamma before they were taken, they try to help them more in adjusting to the Team’s rules and dealing with humans.  If Gamma gets a migraine and Bee is not around, they will try and comfort them the best they can. If it gets worse then they will hand them over to Ratchet.

Optimus

Ratchet

Team that is still a bit hesitant to trust Gamma

These bots are a bit skeptical of Gamma being in the base. It seemed a bit odd that after YEARS being missing and pronounced KIA that suddenly, they came back. They want to know what this bot’s endgame is. The urge is even more if the bot did know Gamma before. They play along with Gamma’s little game to see if there are any hints, but all they find is a bot who is trying to get better. The bot’s opinion changes when Gamma suffers their first migraine with them. They don’t know what to do and simply holds their servo. It seemed to work for Bumblebee, maybe it would work for them. Maybe this bot wasn’t a spy after all…

Arcee

Bulkhead

Team that immediately trust Gamma

These bots quite frankly throw caution to the wind as soon as they hear that Gamma was really Gamma. They do accidentally overwhelm the poor bot the first few days, but back off after a talk. This category goes ONLY for the bots who knew Gamma before the war and missed them very much. The bots try their best to help them understand all the ropes while putting a little story from the past in there. They are the bots around Gamma when the first migraines start to hit. They try their best to be by Gamma’s side when they do appear.

Bumblebee

[ikkosu]

HELLO HELLO!! I hear you wanted some pharma or prowl. I have brought to you a request about pharma. Pharma with a reader whos studying to be a doctor/nurse? Maybe Pharma can tell the reader whats it like to be a cybertronian medic while reader can tell Pharma what they've been learning! Thank you btw, love your writings!!!

STUDY PARTNER

author’s note : thank you!! your words mean so much to me <3 I hope you don’t mind me adding a bit to that ask ! I had a lot of fun writing this and I’m not very versed in cybertronian biology so I tried (made up stuff that seems plausible but really just made up stuff)

summary : pharma’s darling pet is learning to be a medic and he’s appalled.short little fic.

warnings : none. fluff + playful banter. pre-delphi-tarn Pharma.

He almost pierced himself with the scalpel when he heard you over the comms, babbling about studying to be a medic and what gives.

A human medic, learning about Cybertronian biology? He couldn’t focus. Whatever you’re ranting about goes through one processor then the other. He’s more baffled that you’re already at your fourth year.

Primus, how’d this get out of hand?

Now, he’s forty feet off the ground, zooming towards your living space. Never mind the cold expanse of Messatine, this problem needed to be dealt with and quick. He approaches the organic area.

The suburban house comes into view and he catches sight of your open window; the dim glow of the yellow lights spooled out amidst the night. He’ll have to remind you to be more careful with security. But that can wait.

In the process of trying to fly into your window, really he’ll just destroy the damn wall to get in, the top of his wings were caught in the fully drawn blinds by a mere inch, and he scrambled, landing face-first into the cold floorboard of your room.

Not the safe landing he’d prefer to be honest. A shadow casts over him, he groans, and raises his helm to see your bare feet, trail it up to your shorts, your loose shirt then the deadpan of your face with a quirked brow. You’re clutching a myriad of books, papers sticking out, and your hair is a mess. You’re studying for the upcoming exams, no doubt.

“You know, there’s this thing.” You began, stepping over the large jet to head towards your desk, pulling the chair back and plopping your self on it. “It’s ahh, made of mahogany wood, six feet inches tall, with this thing called a metal knob — theres a door, Pharma.”

He stands up, dusting himself off. “I had to take drastic measures. And I will not lose another minute trying to get through your door. You never told me you were studying to be a medic, much less the year you were in. Did you realize how much remorse you’ve put me through?”

You look over your shoulder, brow quirked, “I told you five times max. Even the week before your conference. What did you think I was doing this whole time you were at work? For four years, Pharma. Were you even listening?”

He huffs defensively, wings drawn up, haughty. “I was….busy,”

“Then that’s your loss.”

“You could’ve at least chosen Delphi as your transfer why Teran?” He says, almost offended at the prospect. That’s because he is. Why choose some old, decrepit hospital when you can work in the best of the best? He’ll have to pull some strings to get you to the top and close to him.

You throw him a look. “Because I want to?”

“You can’t simply decide things on a whim, dear. Impulse seems to be your greatest friend, somehow. Listen to me when I say there’s plenty of vile cybertronians there. Even worse, you’re a female, human, medic. At some point, they’ll take advantage of your squishy form and—“

“Pharma, it’s an organic friendly hospital.” You sigh. “It’s not like the discrimination in Delphi is any better. Look, if you’re here to bother me, the window is always open. I have an exam tomorrow and I’m not wasting time trying to one up you.”

That shuts him up and you turn back to your studies, crinkling your face at the paper. If you were a lot let haggard he’d chastise your indecency towards him. But instead, he saunters close to your desk, eyeing the schedule taped on your wall, the cluttered books on the table, pens, markers, spooling about.

He halts behind your chair, narrowing his eyes, craning over your shoulder, digits impatiently tapping the metal that is his arm. You try to ignore it and focus yourself with sorting out your study cards. Circuit modules, know that. Gestation tank, yup—

Tink, tink, tink. Your eyes twitch. Oh, this bastard. As you were about to chew him off, he jabs a digit at your table and you look. It’s your past paper.

“That is incorrect,’’ He mumbles, “That too. This one is Nodulic System Array. This one is the letter B. And that—“ He swipes it off your desk to get a better look. “—Is also incorrect.”

You tilt your head, furrowed your brows and thought for a while. “It’s not coolant? Don’t you guys have engines needed to be cooled down by coolant like cars do?”

“That’s true….sometimes….” He trails off. “Coolant is used in the situation where a major component is damage. In that case, cooling fans. That is the main component and an per your question, overheating leads to several repercussions—“

“Wait, wait wait—“ You lean over your desk and scribble some more notes on the pad.

Seriously? He’s lecturing and you’re not even listening?

“Write the notes later, dear. Listen first.” He tsks, impatient.

“No I can’t, I’ll forget them. Here, just sit down.” You motion to the chair without much of a look to him.

He feels his face plate burn for a moment. The nerve. This human had the nerve to regard him with such a careless notion and yet he doesn’t mind. He looks at you, wings twitching, then away, then back. It’s not like he has anything else to do. With a sigh he pulls up another chair by your side.

“Perhaps I could spare some time for my darling pet.”

BONUS

“What is this?”

“What is what?”

“This!” He held up a notepad, and you look away without much of an expression when you see the scribbles of a miniature pharma with an ‘x’ for both eyes, the rough strokes as blood.

“You were being an ass.”

[obbystars]

“THE NAVIGATOR”

Transformers Prime OC

(This is a very long post. I tried my best to read up on lore so if there are any errors, you can tell me and I’ll try to see how I can modify it so it can be more accurate to lore! Or idk I forgot to edit something and there’s a small inconsistency.)

Original Predacon, sole survivor of The Cataclysm

“The Navigator” is the name they took upon joining the Decepticons as they had discarded their original name a long time ago. It made things slightly easier by the time nameless Cybertronians began to emerge, though they did have a temporary name to go by before the war. This decision was simply for their own survival, and they chose to leave their origins unknown and left for speculation.

They are never usually seen in the battlefield and almost always assumes their position on the Nemesis. If it does come to it, “The Navigator” will engage with the intention of ending the fight as quickly as possible. Sometimes their instincts get the better of them and they extend the fight to last longer than it needed to be, most likely “playing with their food.”

When the war first started, “The Navigator” had opted for a neutral stance and hoped to flee Cybertron. They were mostly caught in the crossfire, as any Cybertronian who didn’t choose a side did, and had to do what was necessary to survive. That alone prevented “The Navigator” from escaping Cybertron. They soon abandoned the idea of fleeing once they hear about Shockwave’s projects of cloning predacons and soon joined the Decepticons for that reason alone. Since the clones would be under the Decepticons’ command, then they’d be targeted by the Autobots. They figured this just might be the best they’re gonna get.

After Shockwave was presumed dead, they remained with the Decepticons with the idea that there was still a chance the project may continue.

(“The Navigator” knows about the predacons clones that were sent to Earth and patiently waited to reunite with their brethren. Of course, many things delayed their arrival to Earth, and they were alone once again.)

“The Navigator” was aboard the Nemesis during the Great Exodus and remained there for quite a while, especially after Megatron left the command to Starscream. Around this time was when they embraced the title of navigator as their name. The Nemesis’ path would be directed by “The Navigator”, targeting planets containing energon and soon Earth once the planet was in their sights.

Before the war

“The Navigator’s” life mostly consisted of them trying to adapt to the new life after The Cataclysm. With society ever changing for better or for worse, it always pushed them back to square one. Part of them just simply wanted to walk among the others. As a result, their alt-form remained unknown.

“The Navigator” had been working in the Hall of Records before the Quintessons arrived, only once they had finally gotten more used to their bipedal form. It wasn’t something they expected and it was definitely something they had to get used to, but they soon grew to be rather satisfied where they ended up. At some point, they were known to be the “Predacon Enthusiast” amongst a few they could call their friends.

Even though they’re rather welcomed, they almost never spoke to anyone and would “just be there” in the little circle that formed around them. They just kept to themself while the others held up a conversation amongst each other. Some talk they hear is rather interesting though, while others almost caught them off guard.

On most days, they find themself simply observing as time goes on. Just watching and listening to everything around them, hoping to catch onto something interesting. It doesn’t take long for them to catch wind of a certain gladiator in Kaon. Once they had time, they made an effort to take a look for themself. As much as they were rather intrigued with the gladiatorial fights, something about the silver gladiator stole their attention. That is why they continued to come back again and again and they soon find themself more drawn to the anti-caste movement.

Design inspirations

BEL’VETH (League of Legends)

CLOUDJUMPER (How to Train Your Dragon)

Beast form has two sets of wings that act as a cloak in their bipedal form. The cloak in said form is always seen covering 90% of their body. No one ever saw the cloak come off and see it as a sign that “The Navigator” isn’t taking the fight seriously and/or they are holding back. The cloak does slightly hinder their movement and force them to use their legs to fight most of the time. Though the cloak can also act as a shield.

EDIT: One pair of wings remains tucked away in their bipedal form while the other pair acts as the cloak. The cloak itself can’t really move as wings, but they can fold them further so that the “cloak is off.”

They are taller than Megatron as well as Predaking in both forms. “The Navigator” doesn’t often assume their beast form, especially while other Decepticons are around. Privacy in order to stretch their wings isn’t exactly an option as Soundwave makes it hard to even have the opportunity to do it. Their wings simply remain as a cloak.

Due to their height, sometimes they crouch or bend down to the height of the one they’re talking to. With mechs the height of Megatron, they only look down (slightlyyy crouching).

Voice claim

MARA SOV (Destiny)

“The Navigator” almost never raises their voice, no matter the situation. The tones they use, facial expressions, and surprisingly body language are rather clear. Their current mood is always shown through it.

They are a bit expressive with their hands as they often unveil one from under their cloak. Part of it was due to some interactions with certain Decepticons.

Relationships

Decepticons

“The Navigator” sees them as just a means to an end until they can ensure the survival of their own kind. Once all is said and done, their allegiance will be with their king. But if we were to be more specific for the individuals…

Megatron knows there is something more to “The Navigator,” but what that is, he doesn’t know. “The Navigator’s” silence and reserved nature is what makes him suspicious of them and sometimes questions their loyalty even though they have done all he demands. He can’t deny “The Navigator’s” strength though. Their performance on Cybertron proved enough to him to keep them around, and as time goes on, they continued to prove their worth to him. On the other hand, “The Navigator” often wonders how the gladiator they admired all those years ago turned into what he is now. They still hold some respect to him to an extent.

As for Starscream, he only sees them as an obstacle to his plans before and after he becomes leader of the Decepticons (only to lose that rank moments later). He knows “The Navigator” will not hesitate to call him out on anything and even rat him out much like Soundwave (energon yet to be harvested). More often than he would ever admit, however, they startle him whenever they suddenly appear around the corner or simply behind him. “The Navigator” finds it amusing and continues to do it for their own entertainment. Though upon seeing how he treated Predaking, the fun game turned into something they do out of spite. In general, “The Navigator” doesn’t respect Starscream, not even calling him “Lord Starscream” after Megatron’s “death.” They make their feelings about him rather clear, sometimes wondering if it’s worth the trouble to disobey his orders or refuse.

Soundwave and “The Navigator” both have nothing to say about each other, literally and figuratively. Soundwave doesn’t bother them, and neither do they unless they require a ground bridge from him. If they were to be in a room together, the silence will be loud. They do try to steer clear of Soundwave knowing the kind of role he plays and what he’s capable of.

As mentioned before, “The Navigator’s” motive to join the Decepticons was due to Shockwave’s project on the cloning of predacons. They claim to be a fan of his work once they heard about it, but it’s very much a guise. Other than that, they keep distance from him so that he may work.

Dreadwing was one of the only Decepticons “The Navigator” actually has a good amount of respect for. He was honorable and seemed to be what the Decepticons originally were, unlike most, and that’s what initially sparked their interest. It was that and the bond he had with his brother. The two didn’t exchange many words between one another, but “The Navigator” did want to make it clear that they do quite like him. The times where they had time to talk was a pleasant time.

“The Navigator” and Skyquake haven’t had much interaction during the war on Cybertron, but they have heard of each other. Considering they respect his split-spark twin, they have a feeling they might hold the same respect to him. Upon Dreadwing’s return, there was one instance where they ask him about Skyquake, simply wanting to know what he was like.

Like Starscream, Knock Out also gets startled whenever he sees them in the halls or suddenly appear behind him. He always questions how such a large bot can be so sneaky, especially if that bot is larger than Megatron. Still, he sometimes tries to strike up a conversation with them when he sees them but it’s often one sided. “The Navigator” tends to just stare at him and he takes that as a sign to stop. In reality, they just don’t know how to reply to half of the things he tries to talk to them about.

“The Navigator” is aware that Breakdown is interested in knowing more about them (likely due to Knock Out) and they decide to indulge him. They actually don’t mind him at all and finds him rather interesting. He doesn’t treat the vehicons as just cannon fodder which caught their attention the first time they noticed. They don’t care about the vehicons themselves, but for a moment, he changed their mind for a while. Unlike Knock Out, he can actually somewhat hold a conversation with them. Sometimes it is one sided for the same reason as Knock Out, but Breakdown seems to know they just have trouble finding the words.

Airachnid + Insecticons

They do not care for her or the Insecticons in the slightest. If anything, they are exactly what they perceive them to be. Just a bunch of bugs waiting to be squashed. “The Navigator” sees them as nothing but a minor bump in the road.

There was one moment where “The Navigator” and Airachnid had conflict where she demands “The Navigator’s” exile or even their extermination. A fight between Airachnid and “The Navigator” occurs, ending with Airachnid yielding. The cloak stayed on.

M.E.C.H.

“The Navigator” didn’t care about them until word reached that Breakdown got captured by them. While they didn’t mind Breakdown and enjoyed his company, they had no objections when Megatron said he was on his own as his capture was his own fault.

That was until their leader came to the Nemesis while inside Breakdown’s corpse. They didn’t share the same hatred towards CYLAS as Knock Out did, but seeing Breakdown’s body being controlled by a human disgusted them. The idea of it was revolting. They wanted to rip out CYLAS from the body to get a better look at him, and perhaps crush him in their servos.

After CYLAS was sent to deal with the Autobots’ humans, “The Navigator” brought up the idea to Megatron that Silas may intend to control others aboard the Nemesis, which he kept in mind. There was already enough infighting with the Decepticons, and the last thing he needs are his troops destroying each other because a human snuck inside disguising as a vehicon. Luckily, should CYLAS fail in the mission and Project Damocles be destroyed, he’ll belong to Knock Out. Project Damocles was the best thing he could offer, after all. In the end, Knock Out got what he wanted.

Autobots

Before the war, “The Navigator” does know Orion Pax due to their jobs in the Hall of Records. He did know them as the predacon enthusiast and that is how they officially meet. The discussion left a pretty good first impression as it allowed “The Navigator” to begin speaking more and participating in more discussions much like this one. The two would continue to meet time to time to discuss whatever was on each other’s minds, one of which concerning the caste system. Despite their close relationship, “The Navigator” never actually knew what happened with his meeting with the council alongside Megatron.

(In the Orion Pax episodes, Orion would actually refer to “The Navigator” as the name they once assumed before they were “The Navigator.” This would lead to a rather serious discussion with Megatron later.)

“The Navigator” has had little to no contact with the Autobots on Earth, but when they do, they attempt to negotiate first. Once it leads to conflict, which is all the time, they hold back on their strength. The cloak always stayed on, only ever unveiling one arm and firing a shot or two.

On Cybertron, however, they have killed plenty of Autobots under Megatron’s command. A good portion were “accidental,” while others were allowed to escape with serious injuries. Some likely died due to those injuries. As for the others, they were meant to die by their hand or they were the ones they killed while stuck in the crossfire before they joined the Decepticons.

In general, they know almost nothing about “The Navigator.” They only suspect they are not displaying their full power. “The Navigator” did engage in a fight against Optimus Prime on Earth once. As much as they welcomed the opportunity to fight him, they wished it didn’t have to be because of their affiliation. That fight alone made them aware of how strong “The Navigator” actually is.

As for the humans they guard, “The Navigator” actually kind of likes them even though they haven’t had many encounters with them. Sure they’re supposed to be enemies, but they can’t help but want to hold the kids in their hands whenever they see them. They think they’re adorable, especially Miko. They quite like her feisty nature.

Predaking

Before Predaking became aware of his abilities, “The Navigator” was a common friendly face to him. They didn’t like the way Starscream was treating him and would sometimes “steal” his job. Of course, not without startling him by sneaking up behind him.

To Predaking, something about them was oddly familiar. He would listen to “The Navigator” and sometimes follow them around the Nemesis. This earns them some odd looks until “The Navigator” manages to nudge him back to where he needs to be. Sometimes Predaking would allow them to lay on him until either of them had to go to work. Before recharging, “The Navigator” would tell him a few things they know of predacons and in turn, he’d learn something new about himself.

“The Navigator” can understand Predaking in his beast form. Predacons are capable of speech in said form, but Predaking seems to be unable to talk and often huffs, growls, and perhaps a roar. Regardless, “The Navigator” could still understand what he was trying to say.

“The Navigator” does eventually reveal their origins to Predaking after he transforms for the first time. They simply saw no other reason to hide it from him. “The Navigator” managed to convince Predaking to keep this knowledge to himself.

“The Navigator” assumes the role as his guide and trusted that he’ll lead the developing predacons once they emerge. They don’t see themself fit to rule over them as they see these predacons as the “next generation” even though they are still just clones of their old brothers and sisters. They see Predaking as the best and only candidate for the role. That, and they did know the original Predaking.

There is mutual respect between the two, although Predaking at first questioned their choices in the past to keep quiet about their identity especially with the fact they are an apex predator. There are a bit of mixed feelings when they tell him why, but ultimately, it’s not too different when he himself is loyal to Megatron.

“The Navigator” had once mentioned that Predaking shares the face of an old friend. Having no memory of that previous life, he questions who he was to them. Their only response to that question being, “Someone I once held dear.” Even if Predaking were to question further, “The Navigator” has no intention sharing who the original Predaking was as to not interfere with his own growth and to see just how much of the original Predaking remains.

This does not mean “The Navigator” and Predaking would eventually become Conjunx Endurae. “The Navigator’s” relationship with the original Predaking is left vague and is never brought up again, and “The Navigator” and Predaking’s relationship strictly remains that of a mentor and student.

Divider credits - @cafekitsune

[crying-fantasies]

Welcome aboard

Masterlist

It was nerve-wracking when the cryo pods with humans entered the ship, Inferno had to calm down Red Alert more than once and Magnus had to physically stop Rodimus from going to see the humans.

"It's a test", the red haired human femme, by the name of Anna Summers, was clear to state, "ten years in open space, we are going to see the effects to prolonged space radiation in the human body".

Megatron wasn't in the reunion back then, some things never change with humans, and Rodimus was busy trying to get a raise out of Thunderclash, and failing miserably, so it all landed in Minimus using his Ultra Magnus armor to get things clear with the cunning human femme before it got worse.

"You already had such test done back when your first astronauts were exposed to months and even years in orbit", it's clear what they want, how longer can a human really be next to them, maybe it isn't stated on the documents in front of him (what is it with humans and their necessity to make paper when trees are in the verge of extinction just to show their luxury products?).

"It's true but open, really far space is new for us".

"The quantum jump could kill the humans"

"Don't worry, as we're talking they're being put in cryostasis to survive the first jump", she had a strange energy around her, almost as pushing something to him but not saying it herself, "they all accepted the danger and are aware of their actions".

"I'm sorry if it's hard to believe when most of your selected crew barely reached the human accepted age of maturity", this seems strange no matter how you see it, most of the humans are barely 18 years old, some he is sure are younger but had their ages changed for some reason", Anna's smile doesn't waver.

"Believe me when I tell you that there is a better future aboard your starship that in earth for these people", she now seems moved, still putting a business smile on her, "just you know, I tried my best to get good people".

There was some desperation on her eyes, on her whole demeanor, but Minimus didn't ask her about it, he can only look at what humanity did to their own world and see that the cybertronian settlements on the planet are, probably, where the most fauna and flora are still alive and thriving.

So now here they are, humans waking up after the quantum jump and getting out of the pods, some empty their tanks and look sick overall, some that are specialized medics help their comrades while they wake up, Minimus looks around, some humans are hugging one another and he doesn't need to look at the group that is getting away from most cybertronians, he wasn't part in the war on Earth but it isn't that hard to decipher what Anna meant when she said that she tried her best when one human of that group looked at Toxin like he killed someone loved even when the mech had never put a ped on Earth.

It was obvious that hate would come one way or another.

But his attention was easily diverted to a strange sound and human words, some humans start to talk, no, sing: "There is so much on my mind".

Someone laughed after recognizing the song, "Oh my god, Eddie, that song is old as the cough!"

Many other also laughed while fighting back the nausea and overall cryo side effects, the song was bouncing around with their sing and Magnus could see Blaster almost dancing to the tune, "it's a nice song, Mags", used as his excuse to continue while many other humans, not the obviously hostile, tried to dance with him in strange euphoria, the one that put on the song stretched an open palm to him, a smile on his young face while most humans started to sing: "Just levitate, just levitate"

"Edgard Larsen, at your service, sir", Minimus took the hand of the human on his own.

Edgard had a nice and firm handshake, and a playlist full of rock and pop from hundreds of years ago.

[sonicasura]

Tales of Father Rung: Jak

The last example for the Father Rung saga and I saved the most traumatized character for last.

Let's face it, Daxter is the only one who stuck by Jak's side since the start. In Fallout Boy's terms 'The Last of the Real Ones'. Everyone else either abandons him at some point or sadly dies too soon. Daxter gets dragged along for the ride. *Man needs his pal since Naughty Dog wants Jak to suffer clearly.*

Let's get started.

Rung comes across an unconscious Demolition Duo one fateful night. Jak is the last to wake up as he sees Daxter talking to the 'giant robot'. Rung offers to accompany the young men since the mech been here much longer.

Jak is skeptical about the therapist at first. Throughout their travelling, Rung never asks the Eco Channeler for help. Both handle their own tasks instead of the young man shouldering it all. Jak's even more confused when Rung helps him instead. No strings attached either.

Meanwhile Rung is a mix of rage and sorrow upon hearing the duo's backstory. Angry at those who groomed a child into a "chosen savior" then toss him away as if he's a worthless tool or a monster. Saddened by the fact Jak is stuck with a Prime Complex.

Daxter being treated like a nuisance when he's the only one who saw how much pain his best friend is in. A voice with wonderful ideas drowned out cause people believe he is just a mindless animal. Rung gonna help these two if no one else can.

A notion challenged when Dark Jak manifests. Rung didn't run or treat this alternate form like a monstrous threat. An action that proves to the eco channeler as a whole about the mech truly caring about them. Daxter is glad he doesn't have to spill it out.

Even when Jak's dark form mutates into something more inhuman, Rung refuses to treat the young man any different. The mech does his best to heal the trauma engraved on both boys. Daxter's opinions and suggestions are heard than ignored. (What I mean by DJ getting worse. Face + body here.)

The ottsel gleefully indulging in being treated as a person. No belittling or push to the side. Even ottsels are people too. (Only ones who treat Daxter like a person can be counted on one hand. Plus he now got tons of pants.)

An incident creates a second chance to set things right. Jak and Daxter wake up back in their world(start of Jak 2) but as Cybertronians. (Jak being a Predacon type Triple Changer, Ramjak with Slam Dozer/Dragon Alt Modes. Daxter is a Minicon Beastformer, Citrus Bolt.(Orange Lightning would be a dead giveaway)). Rung is stuck inside the Eco Channeler's Spark Chamber as a phantom.

The three help past Jak and Daxter reunite the Kid with his actual father Damas. A better future is secured as the King of Spargus not only has his son back but continue to live alongside his two additions. It takes until the end of the journey for the two Cybertronians to reveal their true identity.

The young boys feel at ease afterwards. Jak and Daxter can now switch into their bot forms with some help from Rung. It takes awhile before they can do it by themselves. The Demolition Duo are able to wield Energon now(and so much more.)

Now let's move on to the TFverse.

Earthspark

The therapist's makeshift family lives in Witwicky not too far from the Malto's household. Hiding his ears, Jak works as a stocker at a grocery store near town. A store that becomes commonly visited by Alex.

The two form a friendship unaware of the secrets they are hiding. Jak didn't expect to learn that Cybertronians exist here nor the millennia long civil war ending some time ago. Much less this info being found in media like comic books and other merchandise. (He obviously tells Rung alongside Daxter later.)

GHOST's Decepticon Hunt becomes apparent when their hidden home is found by Ravage, Frenzy, and Lazerbeak try to hide from Elita-1. Rung grants the three sanctuary although greatly concerned about this troubling news.

Soundwave later arrives who briefs everyone about the suspicions on G.H.O.S.T like Mandroid as gratitude for keeping the cassettes safe. A new side to this conflict becomes forged. Keep the rogue Decepticons out of G.H.O.S.T's hands and investigate what's really going on.

Shenanigans

Decepticons meet sassy young adults. All of them still wonder how Rung even found these very strange organics. Most agree that Jak and Daxter are more Decepticon aligned. At least they can reign in the Cassettes.

Jak refuses to throw hands with the Malto kids(human and Terrans). He's already angry that they're being brought into this mess. Rage is aimed at the adult Cybertronians mainly Megatron.

Demolition Duo disguise themselves as bots whenever involved in GHOST activity. Team Autobots are stunned to see a live Predacon specifically a youngling. Or how hostile Ramjak is from the nasty injuries left on Optimus' frame.

Rung decides to be the 'mysterious guide' for the Terrans. Leaving clues about GHOST's true intentions and guidance should they feel lost. The kids share these findings with Bee.

Surprise team up between Jawbreaker, Citrus Bolt and Ramjak. The Maltobot realizes who the Predacon is but promises to keep his identity secret. Jawbreaker gets an older brother figure in Jak.

Mandroid is suspicious about the Demolition Duo while Croft only sees the two as another regular threat to eliminate. When Dark Jak is unleashed on GHOST headquarters does the latter change her tune. Caught Decepticons are now loose while more incriminating evidence is found by the Autobots.

Hidden identities are revealed and the final battle goes WAY DIFFERENT. Light Jak overwrites Death Ray into Healing Ray via channeling before it can fire. Daxter helps Twitch and Thrash kick Mandroid's ass. Rung chastises Quintus.

Mandroid is put under watch, his body fully restored. Old colleagues have a long needed chat. Jak apologizes to Alex for betraying their friendship. The fatherly Malto has him make up for it by looking over the kids. Jak doesn't mind although Dax might be a bad influence. Rung happily provides therapy.

Prime/Rescue Bots

The family of three lives near an undiscovered Energon mine containing various Energon types. A place where they practice channeling these particular crystals. Their peace is broken when scouting Vehicons find their home.

Jak trashes them and hijacks one to sneak onto the Nemesis. An action that leads to Cliffjumper's life being saved while the onboard Decepticons learn why its important to do body scans. The injured bot is taken to Rung for repairs and the three learn the war is going on here.

Soon Team Prime arrives for Cliffjumper only to be shocked by the bot nonchalantly telling stories to the Demolition Duo whilst drinking some Energon. The family is put under protection and the mine becomes a hidden Autobot provision.

Neither side are aware about Rung nor his sons' capabilities. Something that soon becomes known when Megatron returns...and Dark Energon comes into play. The war flips completely.

Shenanigans

Guardian Cliffjumper for Demolition Duo. Ratchet struggles to keep his sanity as the three and Miko become absolute menaces together. Arcee mostly upholds the peace (alongside wrench tossing protection) partly because the family did save her partner.

Rung is unnerved by the Matrix of Leadership Optimus has. It feels like someone had not only tamper with the relic but angered it too. Everyone but Jak and Daxter are unaware of Optimus' broken spark(Orion) slowly repairing.

Bots try to understand where the hell did these small yet powerful organics came from. Jak continues to be a menace while Daxter sabotages things. Shit blows up either way and the humans are the only ones nonchalant about it.

Channeling Dark Energon = Meeting Unicron. Or eldritch deity gets harassed by two youngish adults. Rung further assists them in being a menace much to Unicron's horror.

Shockwave and the Predacons appear way early once Ramjak alongside Citrus Bolt take stage. No one knows how the Demolition Duo can turn into Cybertronians. Predaking and his kin seek to make Jak part of their pack.

Odd family meets Team Rescue Bots. Rung pretends to be a therapy bot for Griffin Rock. Jak and Daxter learn the ropes of rescue. Griffin Rock feels like Sandover Village but in a more genuine way. It eases the homesickness in the Demolition Duo's hearts. Rung considers on getting a second home here.

Rescue Bots become impromptu rescue teachers. Jak has a rough time adjusting to a non-combat situation but everyone pitches in to help. Boulder proves to be a great mediator.

Cody gets two older brother figures who are happy to listen. Jak gets to exercise his inner child even when his dark side wants to join. Cody doesn't mind and happily pats Dark Jak on the head.

Bayverse

The family of three live outside Mission City. Rung had sensed the Allspark/Cube so he might've stolen it from Sector Seven then relocate the object far away from the frozen Megatron. Jak works at a car shop and befriends Mikaela. Daxter bought some of Sam's stuff including the glasses as he felt a bit bad for the kid. (Jak picked it up due to obvious reasons.)

Everything is fine until Bumblebee sends out the signal to his fellow Autobots. Barricade attacks Jak only to immediately retreat upon nearly being torn apart by Dark Jak's claws. Rung avoids getting caught around a patrolling Starscream when he checks up on the Cube.

Daxter isn't so lucky as Frenzy attacks him during a nighttime stroll. Bumblebee, alongside Sam and Mikaela, finds the ottsel after he repels the Decepticon. Daxter almost reluctantly gets taken to meet the Autobots but evades the three.

The odd family now know the four million year long civil war exists here too. Pieces are already in play so they run into action. Especially when everyone knows Jak has the glasses.

Shenanigans

Manhunting your previous buyer is awful customer service even if there's a good reason for it. Jak choses to be a gremlin as he doesn't feel like being shoddily kidnapped by bots clearly unfamiliar with Earth. Daxter tops it via his incredible sense of sass.

Impromptu house visit while your dorky robodad psychoanalyze war criminals. Sam gets a Peacemaker aimed at his head and Optimus barely manages to diffuse the situation. A certain Ottsel complains that the asscrack of night isn't a good time for insanity.

Cube doesn't get destroyed and kept hidden: Pro. Battle of Mission City never happens: Pro. Megatron still gets freed, Decepticons are on the loose and NEST isn't formed: Oh boy.

Jak? Ironhide's Weapons Specialist in training. Daxter and Jazz get along like a house set ablaze. Rung becomes the center of attention with story requests about his two sons.

More Autobots = More child leashes. You know it's bad when the young man recovering from his Prime Complex has more common sense. Good thing Light Ramjak can fly the troublemakers back to base by the scruff.

Military is completely confused by sudden appearances of giant robots, blue angel and draconic devils. A certain William Lennox finds out the truth by sheer accident during a Decepticon scuffle. Funnily enough, Daxter is the weirdest thing this guy has seen. Rung comes in second place.

Relationship advice given by an ottsel keeps Mikaela and Sam from breaking up. Everyone didn't expect for Daxter to have any experience in the love department. Man feels super offended.

Countless humiliations leads to Megatron raising the white flag. Sentinel Prime gets blown apart before even firing a single shot as no one tries to kill Ironhide with an accelerated disease gun. War finally ends and there are no more casualties.

And that's it for now! Until next time folks, I'll see back at Spargus. Transform and Roll Out!

[flipping-the-coin]

Megatron, what are the biggest differences on Cybertron now that the war is over?? Do you think its better or worse than before the war?

Excellent questions, Anonymous one, though complicated to express in such a short space. Cybertron certainly isn’t worse than it was before the war. There are some aspects that are much better, and others that seem to be more of the same oppressive slag as before.

I’ll start with the good, for once. I do not often speak on the positives of our post-war Cybertronian society. Before the war, a mech like me never could have dreamed of owning a hab in the upper levels of Iacon, and he also never could have bonded into a hab here, either. I appreciate that in modern Iacon, this is possible. Relationships like Orion’s and mine are no longer a punishable offense. Mechs are no longer tossed to the Pit as punishments for crimes. The Hall of Records is largely open to the public now, though you can thank Orion for that. Building codes are stricter, and habs in general seem to be of a higher quality for all than they were before.

There is some room for upward social mobility, if someone gets lucky. That is better than before, but still not ideal. I don’t imagine that Orion and I would have been able to live where we do had he not been granted his position. For everyone else who lives in the Lower Levels… things are less optimal. Here is more of the same slag from before, where we start to see the truth, that the caste system still functions, it just takes a new form. Upper Iacon often siphons power from the lower levels to use in their celebrations or memorial openings, not caring that those living below their pedes are made to sacrifice for it. Sparklings have less access to educational facilities down there, and end up funneled into hard occupations. The mechs down there are sold less refined fuels for a higher cost. Law enforcement is harsher on lower lever citizens; it’s all the same old caste slag.

The government is still corrupt. Orion has caught them changing and forging military records on more than several occasions; always to make their Autobots look better than they really were and to make the Decepticons look worse. Many in the Council hold prejudice against those they are supposed to speak for. They spend far too much on frivolous memorabilia to beautify their city instead of caring for their citizens. Same old slag, different cycle. I don’t know why Orion puts so much faith in that Medic when he was part of the same slagging broken system from before.

Now, for what is worse. The New Iaconian culture is becoming dominant not due to natural influence, but due to political ones. For example, most Cybertronian states have their own cultures, many of those cultures are now mostly extinct. Those who have returned to their homes find themselves being unable to register their cultural bondings without performing new Iaconian rites. You can’t even register old ones. Even with Orion constantly complaining about these issues with property, bonding and even sparkling adoptions, the Council sees fit to retain their new standards, thus silently wiping out many lingering pieces of what made old Cybertron so beautiful.

There is far more surveillance performed on citizens now. It is subtle, usually, but I notice that there is nowhere I can go where I am not being watched in some way. Old Cybertron was like this too, of course, but back then at least, one could dart down an alley to be free of optics in the sky. Now? Everywhere is monitored. The only privacy most mechs have is inside their habs. But coming from personal experience; I don’t think that is even sacred enough to keep them from watching you if they want to.

These are, perhaps more personal, worse for ‘Megatron’ specifically issues. I fully recognize why I just do not like it. Everything I do is seen as suspicious activity. Whether it is taking donations to the lower levels or purchasing an innocent gift for Orion, it is always seen as me going ‘outside my routine.’ I am not afforded any privacy whatsoever. They know everything about my life, from my fuel preferences, to my hobbies, to my interfacing habits, and there isn’t a Primus forsaken thing I can do about it.

The biggest differences between now and then are more difficult to pinpoint. There are no more death matches for entertainment. Civilians are allowed access to historical records now. There are no restrictions on relationships anymore. Things of this nature. Though, I am uncertain if I can say that things here are better than before. For some, they are better. For others, its the same old slag.

-Megatron

[fictional-love-is-my-life]

Can you do funny hc's for hotrod, Bumblebee, cogman, and wheelie. Them reacting to a femme cybertronian who's been in stasis ever since the war started and is only now waking up. Unfortunately, they have had their memory wiped, so when they see another cybertronian, they act the same way every human does when they see a transformer for the first time, very scared and freaked out. But since they're cybertronian too, its funny cause they are scared but the same size as the bots. Can have them reacting to the bot getting scared saying " I mean you no harm! Don't killl me! Please back away and leave me in peace! 😖🙏"

Hot Rod:

"Please, mademoiselle, I promise I will not hurt you."

He's the most patient, his voice is calm and soothing. He steps back giving her space.

He stays silent for a moment, giving her time to think and see that he won't hurt her. Once she's calm he'll introduce himself then ask her about herself.

He's shocked that she lost her memories, but he's patient with her and tells her about everything she missed. He takes his time with telling her she is also a Cybertronian, and does his best to help her adjust and remember how to be a Cybertronian.

Bumblebee:

"I'm not a Decepticon, I'm one of the good guys, I won't hurt you."

He assumes she must be a neutral and that is why she reacted like that. The idea she lost her memories never occurred to him. That was until she kept freaking out, going on about giant robots and how she's never seen one before.

He's extremely confused, trying to tell her she's just like him.

After a while it clicks that she doesn't remember. Bee gets her to a safe place first, then tries to talk her through everything. He's slow with it, letting her think about it and absorb all the information he's giving her.

Cogman:

"Please, ma'am, please calm down. I assure you if I wanted to kill you you'd be dead already. Why didn't that calm you down, I just said I wouldn't kill you, even though I could."

It goes on for a while like that, her freaking out and Cogman not making it much better. Eventually he takes a step back to calm himself down, her failure to see she is not a Cybertronian infuriates him.

Once he steps away she calms down. So while he's a few feet away he tries again, talking slow and trying to explain who he is and what she is.

Once it comes out that her memory was wiped he understands, and he becomes a lot more patient and lenient with her. He does his best to explain everything.

Wheelie:

"Oh Primus, put her back in I don't think she's done cooking yet."

The femme is much bigger than him, so he's wondering why she's so scared since she could probably kill him and not the other way round.

He doesn't think he's the one that should be dealing with her, so he tries calling for back up hoping he can hand her off to one of the other bots. But it takes awhile for anyone to arrive.

In the time he's waiting for back up he tries talking to her, he's calm and talks slow trying to show her he means no harm. After a while it comes out her memory was wiped. Then he definitely wants back up, he's a little unsure how to help with that, or if he might make things worse he doesn't want to confuse her. He does try giving her little bits of information, but nothing too much not wanting to infodump on her.

[writeyouin]

Hello, I hope I'm not a bother, could I may request something w/ TFP ratchet and a male reader? 🥺 You can do whatever you feel like

Ratchet (TFP) X Reader – Time Heals All Wounds

A/N – So, I know that you specified a male reader, but I kept this gender-neutral because there was no smut in it.

Warnings – None.

Rating – T

Bumblebee chirped and whistled at you, looking to Raf for a translation of his concerns.

Raf nodded once and then translated Bumblebee’s message, “(Y/N), Bee wants to apologise again. He feels really bad about your leg and wants to check if you’re okay.”

You glanced down at your leg which was securely wrapped in a cast to help set the broken bone. Now that you had been treated, you were past the worst of the pain and were mostly just uncomfortable. You had received the injury when Bee had gotten into a scrap with a Vehicon. He had been forced backwards and you hadn’t gotten away in time. It could have been a lot worse, but Bee had managed to slow himself just in time to stop himself from crushing you, but it was too late for you to get away unscathed. Now, a few days later, you were recovered enough to walk around the base with the aid of crutches.

“It’s fine, Bee. Really,” You assured him with a smile.

You walked a short distance on your crutches.

“See, I’m walking around now and everything. I’ll be better in no time.”

Despite your attempt to alleviate Bumblebee’s guilt, his door-wings drooped and his vocaliser chirped in a melancholy register. He walked away miserably, dragging his pedes.

“I’ll talk to him,” Raf told you before following his partner, calling after him, “Hey, Bee, wait up!”

Sighing, you started the difficult journey to the top of the stairs, planning to stay out of the way on the top floor where there was a sofa for you to rest on. After a short while, Ratchet entered the room, a look of mild annoyance crossing his face upon seeing you.

“Oh, you’re here,” He stated pointedly, having yet to spend any time alone with you.

“I am,” You replied languidly, looking up from a book you had been reading.

“Well, I’m not going to babysit you. I hope you know that.”

“I wouldn’t expect you to,” You retorted drily, returning your attention to your reading material.

“Bah,” Ratchet grumbled, starting his work on the computer terminal.

The two of you sat in silence, and while Ratchet was initially annoyed by your presence, he soon realised that you weren’t going to bother him like Miko or Bulkhead usually did. Upon that revelation, he found no cause for complaint and settled into his research, continuing his attempts to come up with a synthetic alternative to energon.

Yet, as usual, Ratchet’s tranquillity was not to last as Jack arrived, requesting Ratchet’s assistance.

“Hey Ratchet, Arcee wants to know if you have any uh-” He looked at his hand, reading the smudged writing on the palm, “Nitrinsic-enjex? Whatever that is.”

Ratchet huffed, annoyed by the interruption, but before he had a chance to bark an answer, you piped up, “What does she want it for?”

“She’s experimenting,” Jack replied. “Trying to create a grenade that will corrode Cybertronian metal on impact, since things are getting tougher lately.”

“Tell her that nintrinsic-enjex is too unstable for that. If she wants to play with explosives, she should stick with the resources that Fowler provides.”

“She said those aren’t powerful enough for guys like Megatron.”

“Okay, fine. Then tell her that she should use a combination of gunpowder and Cybertronian hydrex in a thin titanium casing, with a 1:2 ratio in favour of the hydrex.”

“Uh…” Jack looked to Ratchet for affirmation of your response.

Ratchet in turn was staring at you, gobsmacked. He recovered himself enough to nod at Jack, “Yes… That’s right. Do as (Y/N) says.”

Jack stayed for a moment longer and you realised that he had already forgotten your instructions.

“Okay,” You sighed, “Go back to Arcee and I’ll text you what she needs. She’ll find everything she needs in storage room three, by the way. Oh, and tell her to handle the hydrex gently, it’s motion sensitive until it’s sealed in the titanium.”

Jack nodded at you gratefully and ran off, awaiting your text.

Ratchet was still staring at you, and you decided to address what you incorrectly assumed was the elephant in the room.

“I know,” You said disbelievingly. “I didn’t think Arcee cared for explosives either.”

Ratchet ignored your comment, loudly demanding to know exactly what was on his mind. “How did you know all of that?”

“Hm? Oh,” You held up the book that you had been reading for the last few hours. It was a printed copy of Ratchet’s research and a catalogue of the resources he had managed to obtain and create since coming to Earth.

“You’ve been reading my notes?” Ratchet said, askance.

“Yeah… Is that okay?”

“Yes, of course. I’m just surprised that you would-” Close to complimenting you Ratchet stopped short, instead saying, “Yes, well, it’s good to see someone using their brain for once.”

You exhaled a small laugh, smiling as you returned to your reading.

Over the following weeks, you were stuck with Ratchet, but it didn’t bother you as your affection for the cantankerous medic grew. Ratchet was also affected by your constant presence, at his workstation, growing rather fond of you. In an attempt to get even closer to you, he nominated himself your personal doctor.

Whilst working, he would take short breaks to remind you when to exercise and when to rest. He looked up what constituted a healthy human diet, and often reprimanded you when you didn’t drink enough water. When Bulkhead got too rowdy, or Bumblebee too loud, Ratchet would scathingly remind them that a patient was recovering and they would look at their pedes, mumbling glum apologies. Then, when it got late, Ratchet would either drive you home himself or offer you his hab-suite to rest in, seeing to it that you weren’t disturbed.

One day, when it was just you and Ratchet in the base, you dared to joke that you were on the list of Ratchet’s favourite patients.

“A list?” Ratchet scoffed. “(Y/N), you are the list. That’s why you get the best medical care.”

“Nagging counts as medical care?” You chuckled.

“If you don’t like my nagging, what would you suggest?” Ratchet demanded.

“I don’t know… kiss it better?” You joked, raising your leg for a second before letting it fall again.

Ratchet rolled his optics and marched back to his computer terminal, mildly annoyed by the low hum of his cooling fans. Fortunately, you were only a human and didn’t know what the sound signified.

Unoffended by the abrupt end to the conversation, you started playing around on your phone, awaiting Ratchet’s offer to take you home. Yet, the night wore on, and more tired than usual, you fell asleep on the sofa, dropping your phone on your chest as you drifted off.

After a few more hours of work, Ratchet finally turned to you, surprised to find you napping. Reluctant to move you, he decided to leave you there for the evening.

“Kiss it better,” He muttered to himself grumpily.

Then, sighing Ratchet pressed a servo to his lips and then moved it to your leg, touching it gently. Soon enough, your cast would be off and although Ratchet knew that it would only be time that healed your wound, he couldn’t help feeling that his love for you might help. He only hoped that when you were better you would still choose to stay with him instead of going back into the field with the others; he didn’t want to be alone again.

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[idkhowtobenormal]

enjoy :) fair warning: i can write better than this but my brain gave up and this was not edited at all.

You know, just because Dot trusted Megatron with her life didn't mean she understood him. Well, that's not true; it's more like she didn't want to understand him.

At first she'd figured it was a cybertronian thing and bots were just way more chill about it.

So obviously, she went to Optimus.

She wasn't even sure why, but he was the closest to Megatron, so good enough.

As to be expected, the mech was in the same spot he sat every day at noon. He was reading a boo-datapad and was sitting calmly in the far corner of the mess hall. It was a shock to most humans that the prime was rather introverted.

GHOST had been kind enough to allow the bots to be at optic-level with their comrades. Dot strode up the catwalk, her shoes making soft clicking noises as she did so.

Optimus bothered a glance up, but his demeanor brightened when he saw who it was.

"Ah, ranger Malto! Lovely to see you." He still had that faked enthusiasm he'd built up over the years; it could be worse though. "Can I help you?" He asked, taking a sip of his cube.

Now, keep in mind that Dot wasn't stupid, *but* she was blunt. Although the ranger was pretty sure she had some kind of idea, she thought it be better to get on with it. (Also if she was right, optimus' reaction was going to be funny no matter what. Sue her)

"What's interfacing?"

Optimus spit out his energon, coughing.

She expected funny, but not this. Good thing the mom had extensive experience school her expression and did so quickly. optimus, on the other hand, took another minute to compose himself again and look back at Dot with a surprised and horrified expression.

For her part, Dot stood there with her hand on her hip, trying to look confused and oblivious.

Optimus blinked slowly for a second, pressing his dermas into a firm line, his brow knit. He opened his intake for a moment, then closed it again, reconsidering.

Dot was working a little bit to not laugh.

"So..?"

After another moment, Optimus sighed like he had just accepted a horrible fate and lifted his servo to his faceplate. He vented and then closed his optics to regrettably ask, "W-who... did you hear that word from?"

Dot could already feel the amusement flavoring her words. "Megatron," she said like some age-old secret.

Optimus didn't look surprised in the least; he was mostly just disappointed. He made a humming noise and nodded slowly. "So, uh- what was he saying?" There was something like mild fear in his voice.

Dot couldn't help the smirk. "Him and Knockout where talking about those profiles you guys set up? said something about interfacing, and finding a lot of bots anddd- oh yeah! that *everyone* would be able to see it."

The prime did even bother to react, just staring at the space in front of him like he was contemplating death.

After another prompt for what it meant, the much covered his faceplate with his servos. "I don't even know if humans have it." He muttered miserably.

Could Dot have explained for him? Sure. Was she gonna? Nah.

"Ask Wheeljack," she offered evenly. He did have the most information about humans after all.

There was a wheezing sound before the leader's expression shifted to one of pain: like he'd just been punched in the tank. Surprising though, he didn't protest and slowly lifted his digits to his comm.

A moment of hesitation later and he said somewhat calmly, "Wheeljack?"

On the other side of the line Dot heard the quiet buzz of :: Yeah, prime?"

Optimus looked at the ranger with a pleading expression before choking out, "Do humans have interfacing..?"

There was a long moment of silence before he replied, "Yeah..? It's called sex for them."

The prime thanked him and hastily apologized before hanging up. He vented. They made eye contact, and Optimus sighed, "Interfacing is like sex."

That was the last straw.

Dot doubled over in a fit of laughter, tears forming in her eyes at the sheer absurdity of it all. The leader looked pained again, but dot didn't care. "Wait, wait- you're telling me megatron was trying to use his *public* platform as a- a *propasition*?!"

Optimus' expression was completely neutral, optics distant as he murmered, "uh-huh."

A wheeze escaped Dot. "You don't even seem surprised!"

"I'm not... Megatron is a rather... fond- of interfacing."

Oh, Dot was so going to use that knowledge to its full potential.

idk what idea i had to start but this is where we are and im tired

We give Megatron a dating app and he solely uses it to fuck with people

[decepti-thots]

i actually had a few free renders on the AI generator i was using for those zine pics left, so i did some upscaling... basically how midjourney works is, you give it the prompt, it generates 4 small scale pictures based on it. if you then want a higher resolution of any of those, you can request it be upscaled and rendered in a larger size.

you only get ~25 free requests per discord account before you need to move to a paid subscription and given how trial-and-error it was, plus how small res I was making the zine, i just used most of my resources to generate the quads of cityscapes so i would have plenty of stuff to choose from... but then i had a few left over on my second discord account so i upscaled some shit and man, this kind of tech has stuff it's better and worse at rendering, and lemme tell you, greebly robotics and weird geometries it is good at, so 'robotic alien architecture' is just a GREAT thing to use it for imo.

this one was from me trying to get it to render me cybertronian-esque religious statues. it looks dope as hell. i love it.

this one was going for the exterior of a temple and man, that colour scheme is very neat.

i kind of wanted to do a segment for 'petrex', but there isn't enough written material to pull from, it seems, for the text AI generator i was using to recognise it as a city consistently. (ones it did: iacon, praxus. praxus it recognised so consistently it never mistook prowl for a verb when they are combined as it often otherwise does. i would like to know if it has had AO3 fed into its database, lmao.) but i did generate this neat picture for it.

here is another religious building one! this one felt less specifically cybertronian? but again it got that fluke colour contrast and it looks neat.

this one looks like if shockwave opened a church. and also was maybe... the church itself?

this was one for iacon. it went REAL big scale, which i dig.

anyway. honestly, if i had the cash to spare, i'd probably have dropped the 30 bucks for a month for unlimited rendering and done a full on upscaled zine or two, haha. maybe one day in the future i'll revisit it! i'd love to see if i can wrangle more specific visual concepts out of it.

[erimeows]

Intervention, Baby

Unlike many of his Autobot counterparts, Prowl adored organics- especially the ones on earth, whether that be the plants, animals, or humans.

His favorite, though? You. You by far. 

After arriving on earth, Prowl had become obsessed with people watching, usually taking long strolls around the city or going to public parks to watch how humans lived their daily lives. Something about the human species by itself was captivating, but when he’d seen you for the first time, (e/c) eyes and (h/l) (h/c) hair shining under the bright sun as you walked into the local flower shop, he had been completely and utterly enthralled. He’d known that he was supposed to avoid interactions with humans that weren’t necessary according to Prime, but he hadn’t been able to help himself that day. So, he’d gone into the flower shop and sparked a conversation with you to figure out exactly what it was that had him so interested; what it was about you that was so different than the other humans he watched.

You had just moved to Detroit from your hometown for a new job, which explained why he hadn’t seen you before that, and as he’d talked to you that day, he became more and more intrigued. You’d started renting a house nearby, with your very own flower garden, which you showed him that day. He hadn’t been able to tell you much at the time about Cybertron for security reasons, but what he did tell you about himself, you listened to intently. You were a great listener, with kind eyes and a bright smile that made his spark stop at times.

Prowl had been a cautious bot. Whatever caution he had maintained since being on earth had flown out the window with you, though, as he fell quickly, often sneaking away from the Autobots to spend time with you at your house or visit you at your job. A strong friendship was quickly formed, and with how much he was gone, his teammates quickly became suspicious.

It started with questions, the others asking where he was all the time and why he was suddenly so interested in stopping by flower and gardening shops whenever they were out. Naturally, Optimus was the first to figure it out, asking if he’d met someone and then leaving the subject alone when Prowl avoided the subject. However, Bumblebee was the next to catch on, and he had no sense of personal boundaries, so he dragged Bulkhead along to follow him to your house. While it wasn’t the best first impression, that was how you met Bumblebee and Bulkhead, and eventually Optimus and Ratchet as well- since the secret was out in the open now and no one seemed to disapprove of you, Prowl had started bringing you around the Autobot base.

The rest was history, but the more Prowl developed his relationship with you, the more fearful he became for the future. He was a wise and emotionally mature bot, he figured, but he didn’t know how to handle his feelings for you. He had fallen in love. He was cybertronian, you were human, and it wouldn’t be fair to you to initiate anything- not that he thought you returned the feelings anyways. No, you were too pure and sweet, kind and beautiful, fragile and soft. He feared hurting you most of the time. He feared falling deeper. He feared starting something he couldn’t finish and leaving you hurt in the end, but each day he spent with you only made it worse.

Why did he love you? Why couldn’t he have fallen for another Autobot? Why a human? The thoughts plagued his processor constantly, but when you reached over to grab one of his digits and pull him along to show him something in your garden or smiled up at him, he couldn’t help it. You were so soft and delicate, but you still treated him like you would anyone else. You weren’t scared of him, you always offered a listening ear when he needed it, and you opened up to him in return.

Warm, bright, radiant- Prowl felt like you were all of the things that he wasn’t, and as he returned to base and walked into the main room, he couldn’t help but let out a sigh of relief. Spending time with you seemed exhausting nowadays. He always left with a troubled processor and an uneasy feeling. Was it right to keep seeing you when he knew it wouldn’t go anywhere? Would his unresolved feelings get in the way of your friendship? What was he to do at this point? As much as he’d tried to simply make the feelings go away, he couldn’t; couldn’t develop an interest in anyone else, couldn’t think of anything he didn’t like about you to kill his attraction, couldn’t will it away. Nothing worked, so he drowned himself in it, and while he would have loved to sulk for a little bit, his attention was captured by his team.

He’d walked into... Something, though he wasn’t quite sure what that something was yet. His entire team was crowded onto the living room couch, silent, staring up at him. Seeing them all in one room at the same time was rare when they weren’t sharing energon or working against the Decepticons, but seeing them all in one room and quiet? Something was wrong. 

“Where did you just come from, Prowl?” Bumblebee, who was sitting in the middle of the couch with Bulkhead to his right, crossed his arms as he asked the oddly accusatory question and leaned forward.

“(y/n)’s, why?” Prowl answered. He was so uneasy that he found himself shifting his weight from one pede to the other and averting his gaze. While he wasn’t normally avoidant like that, when it came to you, he couldn’t help how nervous he got.

“Don’t worry about it, but-” Bulkhead started, letting out a nervous chuckle.

The atmosphere was tense and awkward. Optimus Prime, next to Bulkhead on the edge of the couch, wouldn’t even look at him. Meanwhile, Ratchet, who was on the other side of Bumblebee, appeared to be growing increasingly agitated with each second that passed. 

“What is the meaning of this?” Prowl finally demanded, which made Bumblebee stand up and point right at him with a huge grin.

“Intervention, baby!” The yellow bot cheered.

“Intervention? I’m not abusing substances if that’s what you’re-”

“No, no, that’s not what we’re getting at, you bucket of bolts!” Ratchet groaned and face-palmed. “We’re here to talk about you and (y/n)!”

There were two ways this could go, and Prowl wasn’t sure which one he hated more.

One, his team could be concerned about him spending so much time with a human who had nothing to do with their cause. It was a valid concern and he knew it- spending so much time with you put you in at risk of getting involved with the Decepticons like Sari, and unlike Sari, you had no key or Cyber-organic powers to protect you. You were simply human, and it wasn’t fair to you to put you in danger the way he was. But he was selfish.

Two, his team could be concerned about his feelings for you. Whether for the aforementioned reasons or because they had to watch the two of you interact all the time, he wasn’t sure, but it would make sense. He certainly hadn’t expected them to call an intervention over either issue, though, so all he could do was stand there.

They were staring at him. 

It was... Embarrassing, to say the least.

“I don’t see why this would be considered even remotely appropriate- And Optimus, Ratchet,” Prowl glared at the two older bots, knowing damn well that they knew better than to do this to him. “I expect it from these two, but you? I thought you were more mature than this, but I see I was mistaken.”

“Don’t come at us with your maturity spiel when you can’t even mech up enough to tell (y/n) your true feelings,” Ratchet spat.

“Ratchet, you could have phrased that with a bit more tact, but I do believe you are correct,” Optimus agreed with a small nod and offered a smile, glancing at Ratchet and then at Prowl. “While we don’t have the right to dictate what you do, Prowl, it’s become obvious to everybot what’s going on, and... We all support you. You should be honest with (y/n) and tell her the truth. Love is something that should be appreciated and cherished, not hidden away.”

“Yeah! Plus, it hurts to watch you two dance around each other when it’s so obvious what’s going on,” Bumblebee argued. “She likes you back-”

“No, she doesn’t, and even if she did, how would this work?” Prowl raised his voice without meaning to, and the moment he heard how loud his volume was, he paused to take a deep breath and reflect. His team had good intentions, they wanted him to be happy and enjoy a relationship for once, but he was so scared. Why couldn’t they leave him alone? With a sigh, he spoke again, not daring to look at any of his friends. “I’m Cybertronian and she’s organic, and we could have to go back to Cybertron any day now- or, even worse, the Decepticons could kill us. Would it not be selfish of me to confess my feelings for her, start a relationship, and then leave or die? Assuming that she wants anything to do with me, that is.”

“Listen, I get where you’re coming from, but you’ve heard the saying here on earth that it’s better to have loved and lost than to have never loved at all, haven’t you? (y/n) would be more upset if you left or died without telling her the truth than she would be if you told her beforehand. No matter what happens in the end, at least she’d have some closure that way, because she does love you too,” Bulkhead insisted.

“No, she doesn’t,” Prowl mumbled, not having any other defense. Did he think you loved him like that? No, but did he have definite proof that you didn’t? Also no, so he was left without a solid defense, but too stubborn to concede to his friends’ (valid) points. “You’re wrong.”

“Yeah she does, dude, you’re just wrong,” Bumblebee walked over to him and put a servo on his shoulder, meeting his optics, uncharacteristically intense- borderline angry. “How can you even know if you haven’t talked to her about it?”

“How can you know?” Prowl defended and jabbed a digit into the younger bot’s chest plate. The two continued to stare each other down for a few moments before Bee finally sighed and looked away.

“Because I’ve talked to her about it.”

“...Oh. I see,” The black and gold bot took a step back and fidgeted with his servos. He had never expected for you to confide in Bumblebee about such a matter, but then again... Aside from Prowl himself, Bumblebee was your best friend and always had been since he’d started bringing you around. The two of you were similar; innocent, kindred souls with similar interests. Unlike Prowl, the yellow bot brought out your more energetic, fun side, making you laugh constantly, but... He hadn’t been aware of the fact that Bumblebee was a confidant for you, too. Part of him was jealous, but he tried to shove that down with a tense swallow. “I’m going to take my leave, then.”

“That’s what I thought,” The smaller bot smirked, earning a glare from Prowl in return.

“Get bent.”

~

That entire night and the day after were spent locked in his room reflecting upon everything; his feelings, you, the advice that his teammates had given him during their little “intervention”, the potential consequences of what he was about to do.

Whether he wanted to or not, he knew that he needed to confess. What if one of you died without ever saying anything? What if he went back to Cybertron without ever having the chance to tell you the truth and regretted it? What if you had to leave Detroit someday? It was too big of a problem to leave unresolved given how chaotic and unpredictable your lives were, even if he was scared of what could happen. Plus, half the battle was you loving him back, and if Bumblebee told the truth the day prior, you already did.

So, Prowl sat on your roof. Waiting. You were outside for whatever reason despite it being midnight on a Tuesday in human time, laying in your backyard and admiring your flowers. Since it was a warm fall, they were growing quite well, your pumpkin crop in particular thriving. He’d been watching you for a while; (s/c) skin glowing as the moonlight shone upon your body, (f/c) shorts and a black sleepshirt hugging your frame. Your (e/c) eyes were currently trained on your rosebush, though he was sure you had noticed his presence- even though he wasn’t visible behind your chimney, you had an amazing knack for being able to feel when he was there, visible or not. 

“(y/n)?” The Autobot finally spoke, emerging from his hiding place and jumping down into your backyard to stand next to where you lay. 

You sat up to look at him with a tired smile. It was late and you had work tomorrow... Something must’ve been on your mind, too. Perhaps the two of you were in sync with your recent concerns.

“Hey, Prowl, you’re up late. Why don’t you lay with me?” Unable to say no to you, Prowl did just that, joining you on the grass and laying with his back on the ground. The stars that littered the sky were fogged up by the city lights, but while he normally would’ve been agitated by it, you were better to stare at, so he didn’t mind too much. “You sat on my roof for a while and didn’t even talk to me. What’s keeping you?”

“Ah, it’s nothing, I just-” The ninjabot started, close to denying everything flat out and ignoring the subject of his feelings yet again before realizing that’s what the problem was. He couldn’t open up to you and it was making everything convoluted, so with a sharp breath, he gathered all of his willpower and spoke to you again. “No, you know what? I’m tired of this.”

“What?” You looked shocked at the sound of his agitated tone, eyebrows furrowing together as you sat up and glanced at him, making him sit up as well. Your (e/c) eyes burned into his ocean optics in that moment, and a brief silence washed over the two of you before he spoke again.

“I’m tired of us hiding from each other,” Unable to help himself, Prowl leaned closer to you and reached over to rest a servo on one of your hands. “Be honest, what are your feelings towards me?”

You stopped, your breath visibly catching in your throat. The black and gold bot could immediately tell you were nervous, terrible at hiding your negative emotions like you had been since he’d met you, but he let you have as much time as you needed.

“Prowl, it’s a bit sudden for you to ask something like that out of nowhere. You know we’re friends-” You started, but when you looked closer at his face, you gave him a defeated sigh that made him realize; you knew he knew. “Who told you?”

“So it’s true,” He stated, holding your hand tightly and giving a soft frown. Your face was painted with the same fear and anxiety that he’d felt over loving you for so long now. 

Part of him was happy that you loved him back. The other part almost wished you didn’t, wished you could live your life happy and blissfully unaware to avoid the risk of getting your heart broken.

“I’m sorry,” You apologized.

“What do you have to be sorry for, sweetspark?” Prowl asked, tone gentle as he used his spare hand to caress your cheek and leaned in to rest his helm against yours. “I’d be a fool not to reciprocate, but I want to hear it for myself before I do anything. Tell me how you feel.”

“I’m in love with you, Prowl,” You admitted. A couple of tears welled up in your eyes and flowed down your cheeks, those of which Prowl wiped away with his thumb. “I’ve been captivated since the moment I saw you, and I never planned on telling you. I’m afraid of you getting attached to me and not being able to handle it if we ever have to separate because I’m sure there will be a day when you have to go back to your home planet. You can’t stay forever, and I can’t go with you.”

“I feel the same way... I love you too, (y/n)- so much that I don’t think you understand. I held off because I fear having to leave you someday, but I realized that we should take advantage of what time we have left and try our best to make this work,” In between his words, you let out what he assumed was a sigh of relief, making him do the same. Prowl quickly felt the weight of his anxieties leaving his chest and shoulders. He leaned in and pressed a soft kiss against your plump, warm lips, then withdrew to press a few more against your cheeks and forehead. You giggled; a sound he would listen to for the rest of his life if he could. “I think we’ll be alright in the end.”

“I...” You grinned and leaned into him with another laugh. “I think so, too. But who told you?”

“That’s... Quite the story. You see, yesterday afternoon, I got back to the base after visiting you and...”

Prowl smiled as well as he started his story. Things were complicated, and he knew this was risky, but you wrapping an arm around one of his and gripping his hand made him realize just how worth it you were. 

Maybe that intervention hadn’t been too bad of an idea after all.

[olivia200312]

Accident~ RID2015! Optimus x Human! Reader

Plot: Y/N got into an accident in her house.

So, this is a true one-shot. This is NOT a lie. I got into an accident this morning. I woke up normally like every other human but when I wanted to move my head, I felt a massive intense pain at the back of my neck and head area. When I stood up, I felt dizzy. I moved a bit but it got so worse that I wanted to lay back down. But I collapsed and my face made contact with the floor. Luckily not hard but I did get a bloody nose. I felt very hot and was pale. But this all stopped when I laid down and slept a bit. My grandmother called my mom and she arrived s fast she can. The ambulance was called and they took me to the hospital. They checked my health and I was allowed to go. I also bit my lip a little bit hard so it's swollen when I fell. I wear a case around my neck and have to take it easy. This all happened on July 16th.

This continues after You're No Alone and Author! Check them out!

Author: one-shot where I became a self-published author on July 10th.

You're Not Alone: on February 5th, my grandfather passed away.

Head area:

Brain: Processor / Brain Module

Head: Helm

Face: Face plate

Ears: Audio receptors / Receptor Orifice / Audials

Nose: Enstril / Olfactory Sensor

Eye brow: Optical Ridge

Eyes: Optics

Mouth: Intake

Lips: Dermas

Teeth: Denta/Dentas

Tongue: Glossa

Chest area:

Chest: Chassis / Thoraxal Cavity

Back: Hexa-Lateral Scapula

Spine: Bipedalism cord / Back Strut

Chest and back armour:

Chest plate

Back plate

Mid-section plating

Neck guard

Side plating

Arm area:

Arms: Arms / Restarlueus

Forearms: Bitarlueus

Hands: Servos

Fingers: Digits

Arm armour:

Gantlets

Shoulder pads

Arm guard

Lower area:

Pelvis: Pelvis

Butt: Aft / Skid-Plate

Thighs: Tibulen

Calves: Cadulen

Feet: Pedes - the high heel bits are called Struts or Heel Struts.

Lower armour:

Skirt plates

Aft plate / Skid plate

Thigh guard

Ankle guard

General/Internal components:

Muscles: Cables / Pistons - It depends on the area in question.

Veins: Fual lines

Stomach: Tanks

Lungs: Vents - used to stop the con/bot from over heating.

Heart: Spark

Tattoos: D-con/A-bot Insignias and the lark

T-Cog: The thing that allows all Cybertronians to transform, be that their arms or their whole body.

Bonus:

Penis: Spike

Vagina: Valve

Body: Frame

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The alarm clock went off through Y/N's phone. She groaned and reached to put it off. Just as she wanted to move her head, she felt an intense massive pain at the back of her neck and head area. The pain was so intense and aggressive that it paralyzed Y/N to move. She nearly cried because it was very painful! But she managed to push the tears down. She moved her head very carefully. She then managed to stand up but she felt extremely dizzy and hot. She even was pale! Just as she grabbed her things like her phone, the charger, her wristwatch, and her headphones, it got far worse. She wanted to lay down again. She really tried to reach the bed but then... she collapsed. Her face made contact with the ground. It wasn't luckily hard, but she, either way, felt her nose drip out blood. She bit her lip a little bit hard that it will be sure swollen later. She even felt hot! Due to collapsing, she dropped her stuff, creating noises.

There were fast footsteps heard and the door of her bedroom opened. It was her grandmother. The poor woman looked panicked once she saw her granddaughter laying on the floor. "N/N, are you ok?" She immediately helped her up and made sure that she laid down on the bed.

"I f-feel weak."

The grandmother then saw blood drops on the floor, the carpet. She picked up her granddaughter's stuff that was dropped and laid them on the table. "I'll call your mother and clean the blood. Oh my god..." She immediately left the bedroom to call Y/N's mother and once it was done, she started cleaning to get the blood off. Once it was done, she sat down on Y/N's bed and kept an eye on her.

There were noises heard since Y/N's granny lived in an apartment. There was an elevator. Y/N heard the elevator clearly and it stopped on the floor where Y/N's granny lived. The doors opened and she entered the place. She immediately entered the bedroom. Her eyes widened when she saw her daughter in a weak state. "What happened?"

"I-I don't know. She collapsed on the ground. She has a high temperature."

That's when Y/N heard that her mother will call the ambulance. Oh no... Please no needles! Y/N didn't have enough strength to respond she took small naps until the ambulance arrived. It was two grown-up adult males. They were friendly. At that time, Y/N managed to sit up on her bed, her feet touching the carpet floor. She explained everything to the men while her family watched worriedly. They checked her blood pressure and her temperature. Like this one thing where you put your finger in. Y/N's temperature went down back to normal quite fast and she even stood up! She even moved and she felt no dizziness! Huh, looks like her body took the action quickly. Y/N wanted not to get tested but her mother wanted her to. God... She's an overprotective mother since she's single and loved her child dearly.

Y/N's grandmother helped her granddaughter to actually put her pants on before the ambulance arrived. She carefully stood up while the men made sure that she didn't collapse again. Y/N's mother packed like Y/N's phone, wallet, and the book she published. She had to wait for a few days to finally hold her book in her hands. What's stupid was that she had to pay for her own book instead of getting it for free since she's the author after all. The world was so stupid sometimes...

For the first time in her whole life, she rode in an ambulance car. One man was driving while the other was with Y/N, writing important information of Y/N's mother's card ID. Y/N herself was 17, almost 18. Let's just say that the accident happened on the day when her mother was supposed to come over and hand her daughter the book. It was honestly a very sad day for Y/N... She was excited to hold her book in her hands but look t that... a freaking accident.

The ambulance finally arrived at the hospital and Y/N was checked this time by a nurse. Everything went fine. The doctor came to check on her and Y/N explained everything. The doctor explained that the pain might be caused due to sleeping positions or other reasons. And the attack of dizziness, it could be caused by stress.

"Ever since my father's passing, she had a very hard time accepting that he's not here anymore. I see her constantly trapped with her feelings and emotions. She might have possible autism but it's not sure yet because the tests didn't happen yet. She even confessed that she wanted to commit suicide by taking pills. We are going to a psychiatrist but it doesn't help sometimes." When Y/N looked at her mother, she had a sad and soft look.

The doctor looked shocked by Y/N's mother's story. He couldn't help but feel sad for the teenage girl. She suffered a lot and still does. No one deserved to go through this, especially a kid. He looked to Y/N's mother and told her that it's better to continue to go to a psychiatrist. That's when Y/N was finally letten go with her mother. But however, before they can ride fully home, she heard her mother make an appointment with the doctor for a blood test. Oh, come on!

Later~

Optimus heard the news of what had happened. He got very worried when he heard that Y/N fainted. In his processor, he knew that it could be from the stress. Ever since her grandfather's passing, she never got better. She would cry for days, she didn't eat for 3 days which caused her to feel dizziness and headaches. She nearly landed in the hospital because of this. She started having trouble with her emotions and feelings. Not only that, but 2 months later after Y/N's grandfather's passing, her mother had a discussion with her, and guess what she found out, Y/N's other grandfather passed away on December 23th! Y/N never met her other grandfather before. She never saw him but she did saw how he looked from photos. His death was kept a secret for 2 FREAKING MONTHS! Y/N's father went to live in England with his new 'family'. Y/N's father did everything, especially paying the bills but he found out that his girlfriend had enough money to actually pay the bills! She lied the entire time! Y/N's father quickly broke up with her so he lived alone now. Y/N remembered the day very well when she heard the news that her other grandfather passed away in December. She cried. Yes, she may have never met him but she's sad that she lost someone that she could never meet. She wanted always to meet him! But he mysteriously disappeared after Y/N's parent's wedding day! Y/N had so many questions at that time. Had he ever heard of her? Did he know that he had a granddaughter? And many other questions. Y/N was right to be mad at her family. She was furious for days and there's still anger in her, she just doesn't show it. She rather keeps it hidden.

On the 3rd of July, just as summer vacation began, Y/N traveled to Poland with her mother. Since her grandfather passed away in Poland, both mother and daughter had difficulties traveling. Corona was still out there and the airports were controlling the passengers. You need to have important documents and proof that you are fully vaccinated or negative. Y/N was not vaccinated so she had to the test and let me tell you, it was disgusting! You know, the long thick thin stick in your nose to get the cells? Y/N's mother was also not vaccinated so she had to do the test as well. On the 4th of July; she went to visit her grandfather's grave. It was so painful... Y/N's mother believed that it would ease the pain, but she was so wrong, it didn't ease at all! Y/N wanted badly to talk to her grandfather alone but her two aunts and her mother stood close by. She didn't get privacy at all. She was mad. Y/N refused to eat for hours as well. But eventually, she came to eat when it was time for dinner.

2 days later, she returned back to the cemetery. She was alone this time with her mom. She had one minute of silence with her mother and FINALLY, Y/N got the privacy she needed. She must have at least talked for 1 hour to her grandfather's grave because she spoke a lot. She was thankful that her mom understood her. She said at the end her goodbyes and wanted to hug his grave, but she felt ashamed, shy, and embarrassed so she only touched the cross and cried. She cried the whole time.

At that time, Y/N was fighting was depression for months now. It was not easy due to the loss of a loved one instead of an animal. She missed of course her pet friends she lost, but with people was very different. When you lose someone for the first time, it's so painful. It can take a long time to get over with or part pain will stay forever inside of you. Depression cannot be 'cured' but you can control it with your power. It's not easy and it can be stressful, exhausting, and painful as well. Pain can be felt in your heart. What's one of the most important things to NOT ever do to a depressed person was yelling. It happened to Y/N. Her aunt, or her second mother, who lived in Poland, texted her and asked how she was doing. Y/N responded that she's fine. But she also told also that texted if she doesn't get better because of her possible autism or mental illnesses, then she will not go to work. But what Y/N's second mother send next, made Y/N mad. She responded like she doesn't have mental illnesses and that she needed only more explanation. Seriously? That made Y/N cry! Why was she reacting fast? Why was she quickly angry? Why was she having bad days? Why was she losing interest in her activities sometimes? Why had she dark thoughts? Why would she cry a lot? Why was she having trouble with emotions and feelings? Think about other symptoms. Those were clear signs of depression. According to an American's website where the experts knew everything about the loss of a loved one and what can happen further in the future if you don't get better in like 5-6 months after you lost someone, the chances were high that you had depression but it's important to go to a doctor where it helps you and asked questions. It's important, to tell the truth. once it was done, the doctor will finally give you the diagnoses that you were waiting for what's happening inside of you.

Y/N had to wait sadly. Still waiting. It can take up to almost 1 year or 2 to meet the doctor where the diagnoses can be finally revealed. She had possible autism as well. It was very possible Asperger's Syndrome. It's autism where people have difficulties communicating with other people but also having trouble understanding. The person can talk very well but sometimes can be quiet as a mouse too. People who have it were very unique. They even don't like to be touched all the time and don't like to make eye contact. Y/N's grandmother was the first one to notice the symptoms and told her daughter, Y/N's mother, to bring her to the doctor but Y/N's mother didn't notice anything until finally years later when her father passed away. So, they're on the waiting list. I mean, they had to be.

But anyway, Y/N's mother caught her daughter crying after she was done chatting with her second mother. Sometimes, Y/N doesn't want to talk about why she's crying but she's sometimes being pushed a little bit too hard which was not smart at all. When Y/N explained why, let's just say that later, Y/N's own mother, started to yell at her. Yes, Y/N had been fighting for months but seriously? Y/N wanted to scream and fight back but she couldn't! But when the fight was finally done, Y/N's heart was full of pain and felt hopeless as well. Y/N's mother should have never yelled at her! The results will be only crying! Sometimes, it can give results of an attack or worse...

Later~

Y/N walked carefully while not wearing a cervical collar around her neck. The doctor said that she didn't have to wear it all the time and recommended to at least sometimes move carefully her neck. Y/N felt pain sometimes but it's healing. She couldn't laugh hard, not yawn widely, etc. It was so annoying! She still couldn't forget her mother's yelling inside her head and those memories will probably haunt her. She already got her first corona vaccine and tomorrow, she needed to take a blood test because ever since the accident, her health was getting suspicious. Y/N decided to confront her mother at the doctor tomorrow and teach her a lesson that yelling at a depressed person was not smart at all. Now that she's a self-published author, she's busy writing about her life to inspire and teach others. Her mother needed to learn too.

"Sweetspark, when I heard about your accident, I was very worried," Optimus said, who randomly appeared behind her.

Y/N turned around fully to let her neck heal. "I am fine now. Just giving my neck time to heal. Sorry about worrying you..." She felt ashamed.

Optimus wrapped her arms around her waist, causing her to relax and lean gently against him. "Please remember that you're not alone, sweetspark. We all are here to help you. What your carrier did was not smart but I am proud of you that you'll confront her about it."

Y/N only hummed and couldn't help but smile when she felt him leaving soft kisses where she felt pain at her neck and head area. She giggled and Optimus smiled.

P.S. when Y/N became an author, only her second ex, her family, and her followers on Wattpad congratulated her. None of her friends did. Do you consider this disrespectful rude or heartless?

Yes, readers. Every detail left there is all the truth, including the yelling as well. I got the first shot of the corona vaccine and I feel still small pain but it's not bad luckily like the HPV vaccine I got once. So painfully... But my mother feared that soon the entire country will force everyone to get vaccinated, except kids under 12. Sorry to disappoint you all about the shot... The part at the end of my friends not congratulating me is also the truth :(. Darn blood test tomorrow! I have a phobia of needles...

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Found ( Part 1/2)

[(Bayverse) Optimus Prime x Reader)

A/N: Okay so this takes place during Transformers: Age of Extinction. When I was younger I loved the movie (mostly because it had dinosaurs) but once I re-watched it...yeah, it was meh for me. In my opinion, first film was better than the sequels. Anyways, I thought “hey, what would happen if reader was separated from Optimus then reunited after all these years?” And so, I did it. I’m dividing this into two parts since I don’t want to make this too long. The second part is mostly going to be the interaction between reader and Optimus. Also, the reader is like in early or mid-twenties.

You can find the second part here!

Summary: 5 years have passed since you last saw Optimus Prime, your guardian. Since then, you’ve traveled with the Autobots and went in hiding with them. Just as you were about to give up hope, Optimus summons the Autobots.

Warning: Angst, angst, angst, angst, spoilers for T:AOE

It’s been 5 years since you last saw Optimus Prime. Leader of the Autobots, your guardian and best friend. In the aftermath of the events in Chicago, you thought that everything would somewhat go back to normal. Hunting down more Decepticons with your teammates, going on missions together, having Optimus scold you for not doing your homework. Though of course, nothing would be the same without Ironhide. His death absolutely destroyed you. But greater matters were forced to be looked upon, such as the public starting to see the Autobots as a threat, which was very stupid considering that they saved the whole damn world, NEST disbanding, the ‘Bots having to be on the run, and finally, Optimus disappearing from the team. With your long time contribution to the team, you were hunted down as well. Cemetery Wind demanded information about the Cybertronians, every single piece of detail, but you didn’t let them. Now with you being wanted and labeled as a fugitive, you could never truly return to your normal life. Your future dream university? Say goodbye to that. Your friends and family? You left with Bumblebee, not wanting to put any of them in danger. If they were, then you knew that their blood would be on your hands and you just could not accept that.

You supported Bumblebee when he was suddenly assigned as the commanding leader of the Autobot refugees. Despite them belittling and discouraging him, you stayed by his side. You always wondered what Ironhide would’ve done. He would’ve probably done things his own way. What would Ratchet do? You missed the grumpy medic and him meddling about your health. And Optimus...you missed him. A lot. You missed the times where he would be off-guard by some of your witty jokes, you missed how he would let you sleep in his alternate form whenever you dreamt of Decepticons, you missed his rare laughs and chuckles. You really, really missed him. As time went on by, you noticed that even Bumblebee was changing. He grew a bit more mature, but you knew that the responsibility of being a leader was too much for him. He missed Sam, and you did too. Though you two were only neighbors at first, you grew close and became siblings with one another. After his run-in with Cemetery Wind, you knew that he wasn’t coming back. At that point, you were growing hopeless. You tried getting along with Hound, Drift, and Crosshairs throughout the years, but you were too tired to hold up a conversation with them. Luckily, they reluctantly accepted you as a comrade.

As everyone was changing, you noticed that so were you. You were no longer joking around as much as you used to. You became quiet and serious. Yes, you would still give out encouragement and words of optimism to not let the flame of hope die out, but lately, it started to feel and sound fake. Were you trying to convince the others to not give up or were you trying to convince yourself? For the majority of the last 5 years, you tried believing that Optimus and Ratchet were still alive, just in hiding. Your poor heart simply couldn’t handle the weight of indescribable sorrow if news broke out that the two were gone. You’ve already witnessed Optimus die once and you couldn’t do that whole thing again. Hope was something that you needed but it started to become something that you could no longer grasp. When your dying flame of hope was at its last breath, that’s when he came in. The voice you haven’t heard in a very long time.

“Calling all Autobots. Calling all Autobots.”

It was Optimus Prime, calling from the radio. Bumblebee abruptly stopped the drive, causing you to almost hit your head against the steering wheel. After you hissed out his name, you turned to the radio in disbelief. Were you hearing things or was this reality? Bee then started to mess the radio until Optimus’s message was playing on repeat. No. Way. This was actually happening. You didn’t even have time to gather your thoughts before Bee started redirecting his coordinate and driving to where his leader was located, at full speed. Your heart was pounding and you were starting to feel the adrenaline rushing in. Reality still had yet to sink in. Everything was starting to get overwhelming, even if only a couple of moments had passed by. This was real. This had to be real.

You clutched your stomach and nibbled the bottom of your lip. This was supposed to be a great thing and it was! Then why did you feel sick to your stomach? You’ve heard of people throwing up from nervousness. Was this what you were feeling? Why were you nervous? You wanted to see him, absolutely! But after all this time, after all these years, were you even prepared? What if it was just a false alarm and you would get trapped by Decepticons or any other enemies? What if Cemetery Wind had already got him and tried to use him as bait? That last thought had almost made you puke right then and there. Whether you were ready or not, it was time. 

You watched as the rest of the team had already met up with Optimus. The color of his alternate form made you stare at him with wide eyes as all the memories of you two together flashed for a second. Your jaw slightly dropped open and so many things ran around your mind. You were so out of reality that you hadn’t even noticed Bumblebee already transforming out of his alternate form and perching you on top of his shoulder. As he walked towards him, you watched Optimus’s transformation one last time and as always, it never ceases to amaze you and put you in a trance.

“Humans have asked us to play by their rules. Well, the rules have just changed.”

His deep voice filled your ears and for the first time, you relaxed. You could never forget what he sounded like, even during your darkest moments when you had tried to forget in an attempt to get rid of the pain that tore your heart to shreds. Words could not do justice to how you were feeling at this exact moment. The moment when you were finally reunited with your long lost guardian. Bumblebee gently let you down from his shoulder and as the team argued and bickered, all you could do was stare and not move. If this was a dream, then you never wanted to wake up. After an eternity of staring, Optimus’s optics met with your [e/c] orbs and you swore that you saw his breath hitch. 

You weren’t the only one that was worried. During Optimus’s time away from the team and trying to stay hidden, there was not a single thought where he would not worry about you. He always wondered if you were okay and...still alive. It broke his spark every time he imagined that you were dead, six feet underground. Or worse yet, if no one had even known where your body was. He thought that once he would get out of hiding, and he knew that he would one day, the first thing he did not want to hear was that you were either found dead or missing. He hoped that you were out there, having a good life and spending your time in university. Until he went to slumber, until the day that he would be found by Cade Yeager, he yearned for the day where he would get to hear your jokes one last time.

Here you were. Alive and still moving with Bumblebee and the others. His expression softened ever so slightly and he felt a big weight being lifted off of his shoulders. He took a long moment just looking at you. You’ve certainly grown and he knew that you were no longer the bratty teenager he grew to love. Sadness washed over him when he realized that he didn’t get to see you grow up as he was absent for the past 5 years. Questions went in and out, but they were going to have to be asked later. He gave you an ever so slightly ghost of a smile and a small nod.

We can talk later.

You snapped out of your trance once Crosshairs and Hound pointed their guns towards the strangers that you had failed to notice earlier. A young lady, a man who seems to be her father, and another boy.

“Stop, Hound- both of you! They’ve risked their lives for mine.”

For a long time, you stood in the same spot Bumblebee had put you. It was like you had forgotten to move. But once you started to walk towards Optimus and the three strangers, each step made your knees feel weak. Nothing was fully sinking in, yet you continued on. You held out your hand towards them and went on to introduce yourself.

“Uh, hey there. The name’s Cade Yeager and this is my daughter, Tessa. I assume you’re with the other…’Bots?” The young girl next to him gave you a shy smile and a small wave before the boy came in.

“Oh and I’m Shane, by the way. Nice to meet you.”

You shook the three people’s hands and gave a small but welcoming smile. At long last, you finally got to meet some humans that weren’t hunting you down and trying to kill you. It felt so refreshing to interact with someone that wasn't an alien, car transforming robot.

“[Y/N], and yeah, I’ve been traveling with the Autobots for umm...a few years now or so. Also, I just want to thank you for helping Optimus. Seriously, you have no idea how grateful I am, along with the others as well.”

The way you spoke of Optimus’s name gave you a foreign feeling. Later during the straggling years, especially recently, you rarely spoke of his name since whenever you did, it always gave you an uneasy feeling in the pit of your stomach. But now, you were able to say it with ease after knowing that he was okay. Cade gave you a smile and scratched the back of his neck.

“It’s no problem at all, really. I saw the way you looked at him and I’m glad that I could help.”

Optimus stared and observed you during your whole interaction with them. There were so many things to say and so many things to discuss with you. Though as he promised, he would have to do that later. Your hair was a bit of a mess, your clothes were a bit dirty and there were some torn bits here and there from all the battles and run-ins you had with the enemy. If he were to look closer, he would be able to notice scars that have been implanted onto your skin. Gashes, cuts, bullet wounds; they were there. He tore his gaze away from you and looked towards the rest of the team.

“Autobots, we will remain here and recharge for the rest of the day. Once everything is settled, we will discuss further plans with Cade Yeager.”

And so, the whole team went to settle down for the day. To your despair, you had little time with Optimus to discuss pretty much everything that had been going on. He had wanted to talk to you as much as you wanted to talk to him, but he was already occupied with what Bumblebee, Crosshairs, Hound, and Drift wanted to tell him. All the reports and notable news about Cemetery Wind and some bickering between the team. Meanwhile, you tried to distract yourself by helping the Yeagers and Shane set up a camp. Drift had been more than helpful by chopping wood from nearby dead trees with his blades. Before you knew it, night had fallen. Hound was able to set a campfire by using measures that were too extreme for your taste. You sat down beside Bumblebee, staring into the crackling fire. You quietly listened to the conversation that was going on beside you. The Autobots spoke of any possible refugees that had come within the years while Cade was being the typical overprotective dad. That almost made you chuckle. It reminded you of your father whenever he saw you hanging out with a potential love interest. God, when was the last time you had even thought about your parents? You wondered how they were doing and if they were still kicking. You wondered that if you were ever to come back to them, would they ever forgive you for running away and scaring them to death? Your heart ached as you thought more about them. If you could just give them one message that told them that you were okay, that would be enough.

Suddenly, you looked up when you heard Drift talking shit about Bumblebee once again. Almost simultaneously, both you and the giant yellow robot rolled your eyes before he stood up from his seat and approached the giant blue robot.

“He’s like a child.”

“This child is about to kick your ass.”

“He brings us shame.”

It didn’t take long for the two to start brawling. You crossed your arms and legs and sighed as you watched the two of them getting it on. Normally, you would’ve tried to stop them and diffuse the situation, but you were just too tired. Too much has happened in one day and you deserved some rest. Plus, Optimus was here now. He could handle them. Then, you noticed the three other friendlies move towards your side, taking a couple of steps back behind you. You heard the girl Tessa comment on what was wrong with them. Ironically, that was your first thought that came into mind when you first met the refugees. Glad that you weren’t the only one.

“Lockdown is hunting us and humans are helping. We need to know why.” Optimus spoke.

“Listen, I don’t know why, but I have an idea about who.” Cade replied.

That led to you watching a couple of clips that he managed to snatch from a drone. Just as you thought that things couldn’t get worse, it did. You watched as Ratchet and Leadfoot had met their demise by the humans attacking them. Ratchet...the grumpy medic you became very fond of, one of the very first Transformers you’ve met. All the missions you went with him, all the meddling you had to put up with from him, and all the scolding he gave you because he cared about you. Though you weren’t as close to Leadfoot as you were with Ratchet, you knew that he was a good ‘Bot. Two of your closest friends, down and out. Ratchet and Ironhide, both who never got to peacefully pass away. You hung your head low as you rested your elbows on top of your knees. Your hair fell in front of your face as silent, bitter tears fell to the ground below you. “Savages” as Hound had called him. And he was right, that was the exact word that  had described how the humans were in the footage. Ratchet had even begged that he was a medic and an Autobot. Your blood continued to boil even once the footage was finished playing. 

Quickly, you wiped away the tears by harshly jabbing your knuckles into your eyes and looked towards the others as they continued to discuss what was happening. Cade mentioned that the headquarters were located in Chicago and had offered to help them with the mission. He told how if he didn’t help them, then they wouldn’t be able to get their normal lives back. Funny thing was that once you’ve associated yourself with the Autobots, there was no way your life was going to fully revert back to its normal self. You and Sam knew that all too well.

“Autobots, I have sworn to never kill humans,” Optimus said, “but when I find out who’s behind this, he’s going to die.”

This old robot always manages to catch you off-guard. In all the years you’ve known him, you have never heard him say anything with a threatening voice. A scary one, in fact. To you, he was the calmest person you knew. Calculated and dangerous, but he was calm. He defined a true leader. But he was going to kill humans? Just before he declared that statement, he admitted that he swore to not kill humans. You knew that he was enraged with what Cemetery Wind and KSI had done to his close friends and you didn’t blame him for wanting to kill someone responsible. It just seemed so off; so out of character. It was jarring.