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After seeing the ophelia in idw posts I'm really curious about what would Ironhold be like in idw like,
Would they also leave the decepticons? If so, what made them leave? Did their father also shoot them in this universe? Did they realise that their faction had strayed too far from its original goal? Did they defect to the autobots? Would the autobots really accept them? Or do they go neutral?
But if they don't leave, how did they feel about Megatron leaving? In either of those scenarios, what is their relationship with the decepticons? The autobots? Where do they go after the war is over?
I just really like them a lot :D
Here comes Ironhold!
IDW Ironhold
SFW, Platonic, Familial, Angst, Mention of injury, Cybertronian reader
IDW/MTMTE
They were a young gladiator when they first met Megatron.
A big fan of Megatronâs work, both in the arena and his writings.
Megatron was a bit curious about the young bot who seemed to follow him almost anywhere they were allowed to go.
At first it was a bit annoying to have a second shadow.
But over time he got used to having them try and chat his audials off.
Megatron walks down the corridor. Rapid pedes steps are heard. The young bot starts calling his name. Megatron: âYes⌠ummâŚâ I-035: âIâm I-035, sir!â Megatron winces a bit at the word âsirâ. He wasnât that old⌠Megatron hums as he continues walking. I-035 follows closely behind him. I-035: âThere is so much I want to talk to you about! Like how did you find the perfect moves to execute a bot? When did you learn? Do you have a teacher? Can you be my teacher!?â Random gladiator bot: âWill you shut it! I think youâd do us all a favor you miserably littleââ The bot stops once Megatronâs glare landed on him. The bot grumbles as he purposely bumps into the younger bot. I-035 grumbles a bit at the shove, but quickly replaced by a smile looking at Megatron. Megatron gives them a faint smile as they continue their walk.
Constantly chatting about their upcoming fights and praising his signature death blows.
He didnât want to admit it, but the younger bot was slowly growing on him.
The older mech even started helping them train.
Megatron found himself going to watch their fights, admittedly impressed and smiling when he saw them execute one of his moves with extreme precision.
He couldnât feel any prouder of his pupil.
Sadly, their happy times came to an end when Megatron was sent to another arena.
It would be a couple of years before Megatron would reunite with them once again.
Megatron is walking through the crowd of bots at his recent gathering. He spots a familiar bot dragging someone to him. It was Deadlock. Deadlock: âMegatron! Megatron!â Megatron smiles at the new Decepticon. Deadlock: âI want you to meet a friend of mine.â I-035 stares wide optic at the larger grey mech. A smile starts forming. They take their servo out. I-035: âMegatron, long time no, see?â Megatron mirrors their smile and shakes it before noticing the badge on their chassis. Megatron: âI see you chose a side.â The glistening Decepticon insignia matches the light in their optics. I-035: âJust following an old mentors pedesteps, and hoping he might still have some things to teach me?â Megatron chuckles a bit. Megatron: âMaybe this old mentor wants the both of you in his inner circle.â Deadlock and I-035 look at each other in surprise. They look at each other, almost as if having a silent conversation before I-035 turns to the grey mech. I-035: âWeâd be honored Megatron.â
It wouldnât be long before Megatron would give them a âproperâ name.
Quickly, the name Ironhold became associated with the causes goal.
The old ones at leastâŚ
It would also be a couple of months before the war would have started.
To the Autobots, the name Ironhold was one of the most feared names on the battlefield.
They were infamously known for their efficiency of taking out bots and strongholds assigned to them.
It only made sense being one of Megatronâs most trusted Conâs.
To the Decepticons, it was a bit of a different story.
They were still known for their efficiency and work, but they were a good bot.
Ironhold often looked out for their fellow soldiers and âfamilyâ.
Throughout the years, they even earned the title as âMegatronâs Childâ.
They were a bit embarrassed by this at first, but when Megatron soon calling them âhis childâ, they took in the title with stride.
There was no doubt that the two had grown closer, fighting alongside each other as one.
But as the war grew on, Ironhold started finding themselves getting closer with some of the other Conâs as Megatronâs fixation on Prime grew.
It would also be the time where they would begin to have their doubts about the meaning of the Decepticon cause.
It was Starscream who made them question certain things in the cause.
As much as they knew what kind of mech the Second in Command was, they still held some respect for him.
He wasnât in that position for nothing.
And while his methods and tactics were⌠a bit much for Ironholdâs taste, they still respected him.
To Starscream, Ironhold was a puzzle.
How could some bot be efficient and ruthless in battle and still find it in their spark to trust and look after others?
He hated how they could be so kind and helpful to others.
This was war!
No one is supposed to be that kind!
Those kind of bots were the first ones to offline during the first DAYS of the war.
Ironhold mainly left Starscream to his own devices.
But Megatron started hurting him caught their attention.
Hurting him as punishment they understood, but not for no reason or on pseudo evidence.
Megatron launches Starscream across the room. The Seeker landing on his back. Megatron marches over and goes to punch him. The blow never came. Megatron looked to his side to see Ironhold barely holding his arm from harming the Seeker. Ironhold: âMegatron it was not him! The files were not his fault!â Starscream takes this moment to curl up closer to the wall, away from the two larger bots. Megatron: âSomeone needs to pay! Or are you offering to take his place?â Ironhold: âWhat Iâm saying is to get your helm out of your tailpipe and find some actual evidence! Not everything that goes wrong here is Starscreamâs fault. We are bots who make mistakes from time to time.â Megatron sneers at them. They stand their ground. Their hold on his arm never falters. Ironhold: âWhy donât you go train or take it out on an Autobot if you still need to punch something?â Megatron roughly gets his arm from their grasp. Megatron: âThis is the last time you do something like that again. Understood?â Ironhold: âUnderstood Megatron.â Megatron brushes past them and heads out the door. Ironhold slowly walks up to Starscream and offers him their servo. Starscream tries to get up by himself, but finds it a bit harder to do, so he does take their servo. The pair stands in silence. Starscream: âSome Decepticon you are.â Ironhold rolls their optics. Ironhold: âYouâre welcome, Screamer. Letâs get you to the med bay.â
Soundwave was the mech who grounded them to the cause.
Working with Soundwave was a regular occurrence seeing that if Megatron was not involved with planning, it was them.
Soundwave didnât mind Ironhold, finding them to be one of the only other good Conâs around that was still loyal to the cause.
This would naturally introduce them to the miniconâs.
Ironhold was one of the few Conâs that Soundwave trusted to keep them safe.
The minicons liked Ironhold enough to not cause too much trouble.
Soundwave enters the room. Ironhold has Rumble pinned with one servo to the wall while reading a data pad in the other. Frenzy was duct taped to the opposite wall. Lazerbeak and Buzzsaw were perched on a shelf. Ravage was on the berth stretching. Soundwave: âIronhold. Explain.â Ironhold without looking up from their datapad: âI told Rumble I needed 3 minutes of quiet to read or else he would get sent to the wall.â Rumble: âI thought you meant like Frenzy!â Ironhold: âRan out of tape. You had this coming Rumble.â Ironhold puts down the datapad and gently places Rumble back on the ground. Rumble: âYouâre lucky Iâm such a nice bot and not bringinâ out my pliers on your pedes!â Ironhold: âYou wonât do that.â Rumble: âReally? And what makes you so sure?â Ironhold smirks at him. Ironhold: âYou like me too much to do that.â Rumble starts stuttering and gets warm. Ironhold starts walking out the room. Soundwave: âYou are responsible if he is broken.â Ironhold shrugs and begins to walk out the room. Soundwave telepathically: âNext time, you need to be more direct with Rumble. This horrible flirting is only going to give us all a helmache at the end of the day.â Ironhold feels their entire frame on fire. Soundwave telepathically: âEveryone knows Ironhold. Do not even attempt to deny it.â Ironhold telepathically: ââŚPlease donât tell Megatron.â Soundwave telepathically: âTry different tactics and we will see.â Ironhold telepathically: âDeal.â
Ironholdâs view on fighting started changing as the war dragged on for years.
Their fighting style changed as soon as they all arrived on Earth.
The Cons just thought it was their way of changing things up a bit, spicing up the old routine.
Ironhold just really didnât want to hurt the humans.
They had nothing to do with their war, why drag them into it?
Soundwave and the miniâs had caught them saving couple of humans before, but never said anything about it.
Why would they?
It wasnât like it was hindering Ironholdâs performance.
But they were not the only ones to stop the giant con getting humans to safety.
Many Bot including Optimus had seen Ironhold getting in danger for getting a few humans to safety.
It confused a lot of bots.
Ironhold never once thought of deserting the cause, much less defecting.
They would never betray their family like that⌠right?
It was a bad day.
Megatron had decided to go after a city of humans that were well away from their targeted area.
It raised a lot of warning signs for Ironhold.
This wasnât a military advantage or their target, he was doing this for fun.
Ironhold tried to stop him, reminding him of their plans.
He didnât listen as he rained fire on the city below.
Ironhold did their best to get as many humans to safety until the bots came.
Some of their fellow Cons tried to tell them to let it go, to let Megatron do what he does best.
Thankfully, the Bots do arrive on time.
Everything was getting too much.
The guilt was festering in their tanks seeing the humanâs eyes filled with fear, anger, sadness, and so many more emotions.
They had to gently push some who were still in shock from the explosions and the fact that a Decepticon had saved them.
Was this how everyone looked at them?
They didnât like it.
Ironhold spots Megatron aiming his fusion canon at an injured Autobot trying to shield some humans with his frame. Ironhold: âMEGATRON!â Ironhold pulls back his arm as the shot was fired upward. Megatron turned to them confused and enraged. Megatron: âIronhold! What is the meaning of this!â Ironhold: âThis isnât even our target Megatron! We are nowhere near it! Why?!â Megatron gets his arm back. Ironhold: âWe need to regroup if we are going to make itââ Megatron: âNo.â Ironhold slowly realizes that this action was indeed because he wanted to. Ironhold: âThese humans have done nothing for our war. Why drag them into it?â Megatron sneers at them. Megatron: âIs that insubordination my child.â Ironhold winced at the venom in their normally endearing nickname. Ironhold: âMegatronââ Megatron: âSpeak again and I will terminate you myself.â Ironhold and the Autobot behind them optics widened. Ironhold stood in front of the Autobot and humans protectively. Ironhold: âIf this is what the Decepticonâs stand for, I will notââ BANG! Ironholdâs frame fell on top of the Bot and humans limp, with a smoldering hole in their chassis. The battlefield had gone quiet. Megatron starts walking back from the limp frame. Megatron: âThere is no use for traitors in my ranks.â
The Conâs follow their leader in shock.
Optimus and Ratchet race to the bot under Ironholdâs frame.
To their surprise, they were still online, barely managing to keep themselves from crushing the bot underneath them and the humans.
Ironhold looked at the Prime and bowed their helm.
Expecting death.
They did not expect him to tell the doctor to patch them up.
They were taken to their base where Ratchet could properly treat them before being taken into a different room for interrogation.
Ironhold half expected Prowl or Jazz to be in charge of this part.
They did not expect Optimus himself to come in.
No one heard what took place inside that room.
But after 3 days, Optimus had announced to the others that Ironhold would be joining their ranks.
This surprised a lot of bots.
Many simply refused to believe a Con as rotten as they were could never be an Autobot.
It was a rough transition.
Ironhold staying close to Optimus and Ratchet at all times before slowly integrating with the others.
They wanted nothing to do with the former Con and they did not blame them one bit.
Their saving grace came in the form of a familiar bot.
Ironhold is looking down while sitting in the corner refueling bit by bit. Smaller pedes come into their view. Ironhold: âIf you are going to dump sludge on my helm again Iâoh, itâs you.â It was the injured bot they had saved on that fateful day. He had a smile on his face. A kind one. It had been a while since they had gotten one of those. The bot sat down in the seat next to them holding his own cube of energon. Ironhold: âDonât you have friends youâd rather sit with?â Hot Rod: âI was hoping youâd be one of them. Iâm Hot Rod by the way.â
The conversation was a bit awkward at the beginning, mainly taking in the form of a friendly interegation before the bot left.
Ironhold was a bit surprised that the next day Hot Rod had returned to the same spot.
He even brought Bumblebee to chat with as well.
Slowly but surely ironhold started integrating into the ranks.
Ironhold knew that there were things they did that would forever stay in the minds of these bots⌠but they were grateful enough to call some their friends, dare they say family.
That word was a sacred one now.
The bot swore to only give the title to those worthy of it.
Truly worthy.
They made a mistake before they do not intend on doing it again.
It would be a while before Ironhold would return to the battlefield.
Mainly as a precautionary to the Cons and to the Bots getting used to them.
Thanks to some frame altercations, a fresh paintjob, and an energetic Hot Rod by their side, Ironhold soon began fighting for the Autobots.
Did it hurt to see the faces of their former âfamilyâ?
Yes.
Did it hurt to see that they did not recognize them?
Yes.
Did it hurt when they shielded their new friends from fusion blasts and fire?
Oh, most certainly.
On a happier note, Drift had also defected meaning they had one extra friend.
It took a lot of effort for them to start making amends, though it was mainly centered around trust.
As said before, as big and ruthless as Ironhold could get, they were still a good bot.
Timeskip after the warâŚ
The war was over.
The Decepticons had lost.
Ironhold was at a lost.
For the first time in their life, they could stop fighting.
It felt⌠weird.
The sight of Cybertron made them sick to their tanks.
Too many painful wounds had been reopened.
Especially after what Megatron had doneâŚ
So, they did the next best thing, they were one of the first to sign up on Rodimusâs crew.
Ironhold is standing next to Rodimus on the bridge as the ship is starting to take off. Ironhold: âEngineâs are almost ready. I think you should take a seat Captain.â Rodimus makes a face at them. Rodimus: âHold, what did we talk about titles?â Ironhold: âIts only out of respect Rodimus.â Rodimus: âWell, hereâs an order, you can ONLY call me by my name.â Ironhold chuckles a bit. Ironhold: âUnderstood⌠Rodimus.â Rodimus: âThatâs better. You know what âHold, I donât see this day possibly going wrong.â Ironhold gives him a serious look. Ironhold: âYou shouldnât say that Rodimus.â Rodimus: âAnd why?â Ironhold pinches their nose: âBecause when someone does say that, something immediately goes wrong.â Rodimus: âYou really believe in thatââ BOOM! Cue the quantum engine fiasco. Ironhold accidentally falls on top of Rodimus due to the shaking. Ironhold: âI TOLD YOU!â Rodimus just wheezes as he tries to get off from underneath their giant frame.
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Lost in Space
A/n : Transformers have been worming its way into me and I am not a really big TF fan but I want to be one, I don't know where to start with the comics. Anyways ...Imma drop this shit down lmao. Also, everything is random and won't follow the comics or anything.
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Synopsis : A human explorer, lost in space with a goal to find her missing crew and find a way back home.
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You're panting heavily as you run down the dark corridor. Blood is seeping from the wound on your side but it is something you don't want to worry about.
Firstly, you don't know where you are and also you have been attacked and kidnapped by humanoid robots. Your vision is still blurry but you have to keep running. Whatever weird drug they have injected in you is strong but it won't deter you.
Three giant robots appear and block your way with tasers in their hands. You dodge their attempt to electrocute you, you jump and give one of them a strong kick on the side sending them flying to his comrade. You turn to the other one as he shouts at you before charging towards you. You dive under him and push him to the wall. You grab the taser from his hands and shove it between the gap under his rib, he lets out a gurgle scream as smoke comes out from his vents before dropping to the ground.
You hear shouting in strange languages, you quickly turn around and run.
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Heavy footsteps can be heard echoing through the corridor, you've hidden yourself in one of the crates in the storage rooms that they do not even bother to check. When you think the coast is clear, you crawl out of the crates and try to find your way out.
Your body flinches in pain every time you take a step, you clutch your side while your other hand presses against the wall, to avoid falling.
'This is...bad..' you thought.
Through your blurry vision, your eyes see the light. Is it...the exit? You slowly climb the stairs and make your way out. You walk around blindly until you stumble across an alleyway, you lean against the wall and slowly sit down.
'I'm going to die from blood loss....' you thought. You look up at the sky, wondering how your crew are doing and you hope that you gave them time to escape.
In the corner of your eyes, you see white and red. They drop on their knees and call out for you, but their voices are drowned out as you start to lose consciousness. You feel your body drop to the side as a pair of arms caught you before you hit your head on the ground.
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It is rare for Ratchet to be out here at this time, mostly he would spend his days within the med bay drowning himself with endless piles of work. This is an occasion where he goes out to find stuff that he needs on this planet. He could ask the other bots to get it for him but he prefers to get those certain items by himself and doesn't trust other bots with the task.
As the red and white bot walks around, two bots rush past him in a frantic manner. "Argh! It got away! The boss are gonna kill us!" one of them says. "With that injury, it won't run far. Let's keep on looking" the other replies as they run off.
Ratchet quirks an eyebrow, what was that about? Oh, well. It is not something he needs to be concerned about. As Ratchet turns around the corner, his pede steps on something wet and sticky. He cringes at the sticky feeling and looks down, hopefully he doesn't step on something disgusting.
His optics widen at the sight of familiar liquid...
Blood....
He kneels down and inspects the blood, his optics follow the trail which leads to a dark alley way. He stands right back up and carefully walks over to the alley, his optics widen at the sight of a human leaning against the wall.
He rush over to them "Hey, are you alright?" he asked, it was a human female. He could see a deep gash on the side of her stomach, it seems something had impaled her and she's losing consciousness. Her eyes roll back as she falls to the side. Ratchet catches her in time before she hits her head and holds her in his arms, "Stay with me!" he calls out to her.
It's not good. She's losing blood.
He picks her up and quickly makes his way to the ship. He enters the med bay alerting First Aid and Ambulon, "Ratchet, what's happening and wait- is that a human?" Ambulon gasps at the sight of the human in Ratchet's arms.
The medic sets the human on the berth and starts treating her wound, he lifts her clothes and reveals the deep gash on her side. "Oh, Primus...what happened? Where did you find her?" First Aid questions, wondering what had happened to the human to be in such a state.
"I found her in the alleyway" Ratchet replied, his optics scans her body and sees that her wrists and neck have bruises on them, the signs of struggles and it seems she was restrained.
Ratchet wonders how she's still alive with such injuries, the old medic knows about organic life forms since he has lived long enough to study how their anatomy works and will try his best to fix her.
and he hopes that she'll live....
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Ratchet wipes away the blood from his servos, seemingly in deep thoughts. He had transferred and laid the human on a much more comfortable berth so she could get as much rest as she needed. She is fatigued and starts to show signs of fever. All it needs is to keep her in check for the next hour.
First Aid is standing next to the berth, and has a worried look on his face. "She will be fine, First Aid" Ratchet assures the bot. Ratchet turns to his data pad, he gives the human a few glances before focusing his optics back to his data pad.
"Ratchet, am I seeing things or that the human is.... larger...?" Ambulon speaks up. Yes, there is something unusual about the human. A normal human would be around 5-7 feet but she is three times the height. Which was unusual, no humans can be that tall...
Unless....
Ratchet stays quiet for a moment, he puts away his data pad. Could it be that she came from a different universe? There is a possibility, space travel can do a lot of things and there are chances to get sent into a different universe.
Then, he remembers the two bots he comes across. Were they looking for her? Are they traffickers? He heard about cybertronians selling humans in auctions, it was cruel and unforgiving. To take someone away from their home, sell them for money and she has become one of those unfortunate victims.
"How are we going to tell the others that we have a human in the med bay? and a...well a big one too" question Ambulon. "I will handle it, for now we let her recover" Ratchet said. If the captain heard that there's a human in the ship and the said human is the size of a bot, he would flip in excitement and will bombard him with questions like a bullet train. He doesn't want that to happen....
"I'm going to get a few things from the cargo and Ambulon, follow me" he said, optics fall on the human's blood covered clothes, there are clothes within the cargo hold but he isn't sure if there's one for her size. He turns to First Aid, "Keep an eye on her and make sure nobody comes in except us" Ratchet said, First Aid nods as the two bots leave the med bay.
First Aid turns his attention to the human, he gently holds her hand.
"Get well soon" he said.
Timeskip
First Aid occupies himself with his own work, staring into the vial filled with energon. While he is working, the human on the berth starts waking up. A groan escapes her lips, causing the medic to turn his head instantly. Both eyes collide with each other, blue visors looking into (e/c) eyes that is filled with shock.
"Ah, you're awake! I'm so glad-" the human picks up the closest thing to her which was the monitor and throws it to the medic, catching him by surprise. He caught the monitor before it hit him.
He sees the human slip past him in the corner of his visor, "Hey, wait! No!" he shouts out to the human. Hey, at least he locks the doorâ
BAM!
First Aid stands there, trying to process of what just happened. 'Did...she just...' he stares at the broken door. The medic snaps out of his thoughts before running after her, he had to admit that the human is fast on her feet!
She's already down the hall before turning around the corner.
As soon First Aid reaches the corner, the human is already gone. He presses his finger on his comm link to contact the medic officer.
"Sir...I have good news and bad news. It's about the human....the good news is, she woke up and the bad news is....." First Aid takes a breath.
"She ran away..." he said.
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The moment you wake up, you are shocked to see the change of environment. Instead of a dirty alleyway, it was a room that is similar to a hospital. You hear something and the moment you turn your head, you see a red and white robot talking to you with a smile on his face.
You don't understand what language he's talking about but it is similar to the sound of an engine or machines. The moment the robot starts approaching you, your first instinct was to throw something at him which caught him off guard and you sprint past him. Â
You have to get out and find your crew.
You skid to a stop when you pass by a large window, you look out and gasp. "Shit! How in the world am I going back?!" you finally realised that you are now on a ship that's floating in outer space. You know nothing about space but you know that there is no air out there and you will die once you step out of this ship.
You hear a gasp, you crane your neck to your left and see a short white and red bot. He is shorter than you and has a bulky frame. The bot start stammering at the sight of you. You couldn't see his eyes since it's hidden behind blue visors but surely he is shocked at the sight of you.
"A-Aâhuman"
"...."
"A human!?!" he shrieked. Wait, did he speak in human language?! You pin him against the wall, caging him with your taller frame. "Tell me, what is this place?" you hiss at him, the robot freezes at the interaction.
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Swerve was on his way back to his berthroom after a long day at the bar, it has been a long day and he wants to recharge. As he walks down the hall, his optics spot something down the hall.
Upon coming closer, he instantly froze. His body locks itself at the sight of a human. A really big human female to be precise, he could see her clearly. She has (s/c) skin, round (e/c) eyes with long eyelashes and has (h/c) hair that tucked underneath a marine cap.
How did the human get on the ship? Swerve started spouting words at the sight of the human, he was surprised.
The human notices his presence and cranes her neck to his direction, both locked in an intense gaze. "A human!?!" he yells and in a flash, the bartender gets pins to the wall which causes him to squeak at the sudden 'attack'.
The human is glaring down at him, eyes narrowing as she grits her teeth. "Tell me, what is this place?" she asked. He doesn't know what to feel about this situation.
Being caged in by a large human is something....
"You're in...our ship...." Swerve answer, "And where is it heading?" she asked again. "Well, nowhere in particular....as for now" he said. The gaze from the human becomes intense and Swerve feels his body froze like a statue and he couldn't look away from her eyes. Something about them prevents him from looking away. She closes her eyes as she cusses under her breath.
His body relaxes after she turns her gaze away from him, his optics land on her side and see blood staining her clothes.
"You're injured" he said. He notices that she looks weak and he could see that she's not doing well. Her face is flush red and she is sweating.
The human looks down at her clothes, she lifts clothes to take a look at her wounds to see it was covered in bandages. Blood already soaked the bandages after she ran away and might have reopened her wounds.
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You hold your head, you don't feel well. After countless days within the cell and barely eating or drinking anything have weakened your body. With the wound, it makes it worse.
You can feel the concern gaze coming from the robot as you lean on the wall. The robot hesitates to touch you, you know he wants to help.
"I...need...to find...my crew..." you pant through heavy breathing. Turning your head to the robot, "Please....they...need me.." you said before falling to the cold floor as you feel your consciousness slip away.
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Swerve watches as the human falls on to the floor with a loud thud, he panics and goes to her side. "Hey! Are you alright? F**k! Of course you are notâSwerve you are so dumb!" the bot says, smacking his head. He shakes her body gently, trying to wake her up but to no avail.
There's nobody within range and everyone already returned to their berthroom to recharge. The only bot that can help is...
Ratchetâ yeah, that's it!
He gently scoops her into his arms as he sprint towards the med bay.
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"You lost her?!" groan Ratchet who is in disbelief. First Aid drops his head slightly, "I'm sorry, I did lock the door but didn't expect her to kick it open" he said. The door is indeed broken but that is something not to worry about, they have to find the human quickly before the others find out.
"How are we going to find her? She could be hiding anywhere on the ship" Ambulon speaks up, First Aid turns to him. "We can use the security camera to find her" he suggests.
"I'm sure she doesn't get too far" Ratchet sighs, feeling worried about the human's condition.
At some point, they need to alert the crew about the human's whereabouts. Some may not be happy, like Prowl. Some may be concerned and some might become excited.
"Let's find her before sheâ"
"Guys! I need help and I'm sure you're going to freak out as I amâ" a certain bot comes in, all three medics turn to the bot at the door.
"There's a human on the ship!" he said. It was Swerve with the unconscious human in his arms.
Silence.....
"Why are you guys not...freaking out?" the bartender question, filling up the awkward silence.
"Swerve...we already know" Ambulon said.
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Y/n : *banging a datapad on the table out of frustration*
Megatron : Stop that. How would you feel if I banged you on the table?
Y/n : Iâ
Y/n : I donât know the correct answer to that question
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Do you think cybertronians ever get a bit freaked out on how tough we are? Yes they can break us like toothpicks but humans seem to be able to take a good beating as well with adrenaline helping. Even our own body and oxygen trys kills us and yet we stick around like roaches. We're fragile in some reasonable and dumb ways and then resilient in the most dumbest ways.
Oh definitely, alot of the bots are very off put by how fragile humans are just in general and tend to avoid them.
But then there's the moments like Ratchet working a late shift and a small knock on the door alerts him someone's there, he turns around expecting it to be Rodimus or Whirl who he's about to scold but instead it's one of the humans and they look worse for wear. After fussing over them for a moment, detailed scans relay fractured ribs, a broken collar bone, and a heap of bruises and yet the humans just like. "Can I have some Panadol, Nurophen, and a glass of water?" Because they don't know what else to do its what they would get. Most of the times they ended up in the hospital. Ratchet is losing his God dawn mind as he rushes around looking for the best painkillers he can find for orgaincs in the smallest dosage he can give, hoping to primus it doesn't shut their heart down. In the end, they end up on a medication that makes them extremely drowsy, almost like the green whistle/ Weed.
Ratchet ends up doing alot of study on the human body and realises just how fucked up little monsters we are. We literally need oxygen to survive but he we have to much pure oxygen it will kill us. Water, we need a certain amount of it, if we don't have enough we will get dehydrated and die, if we have to much we will get water poisoning, intoxication, or a disruption of brain function. This happens when there's too much water in our cells, such as the brain and blood cells, causing them to swell. When the cells in the brain swell, they cause pressure in the brain, resulting in death. The issue is that it can become an addiction to drinking too much water for the effect it has on the body. Same with nearly everything we consume, it can kill us, but we need a lot of it in moderation.
Human: "I just need some basic pain killers and a nap"
Bot: "No, you need full surgery, sedations, and 3 weeks of recovery!"
Human: "nah she'll be fine!"
Bot: "Absolutely Not, bed now before I cuff you"
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Following that imagine a first contact AU where Cybertronians and humans are just slowly getting to know how the other works and next thing a human is kneeling over in horrific pain and it send the bots all into panic mode trying to help them, wondering what's happening and thinking they are dying. And the human after about ten minutes some pain killers still looking rather pale and unhealthy just go. "Sorry about that fuck I hate, Cramps/palpitations/ phantom pains/ and such" and the bots are just looking at them horrified like.
Bot: NOT NORMAL!!!"
Human: what you talking about?
Bot: everything that just happened you literally just short circuited!
Human: nah that's causal wait till you see the really funky shit.
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Human pet AU
Cybertronian's keeping humans as pets is like humans keeping hamsters. Humans are some of the most homicidal, suicidal and just deranged creatures that Cybertronian's could keep as pets. It's gotten to the point that they are a luxury/ exotic pet because if you do not feed them the right stuff, give them the right amount of light and socialising, and they will just die. There are so many Cybertronian's who take their human into clinics worried as and its just the human being a little bustard because they didn't get the treat they wanted 2 weeks ago and are still holding that grudge. Not to mention, we are prone to causing as much trouble and issue. We are like cats.
But we are also very easily sick and primus forbid a human gets sick because to a bot they think it's a death sentence for their sweet little spitfire of a human who they have had now for ages. And the human looks ready to die, and the next day, they are up and about like nothing ever happened.
Human: if you don't feed me the meals I want I'm going to pretend to die. If you do feed me what I want I might actually die because I shouldn't be eating it.
Panicked bot: "MY HUMAN HAS GOTTEN SICK. HELP!?!"
Human: totally worth it.
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In conclusion, the cybertronians are rather wary/ concerned about how resilient humans really are.
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Y/n prime and starscream? More like pink diamond and pearl.
The one time starscream was the most loyal to his lord.
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Hello! Iâve always been curious about the âhuman in a space shuttle somehow ends up on a cybertronian ship and all the bots are trying to figure out what this random metal this is while the human is terrifiedâ plot.
It would be interesting to see it played out with any character, but for the sake of direction, Iâd like to request this with the Lost Light Crew?
It could be vore if thatâs what you feel like wrong at the time, but Iâd also go for some good âol fearplay.
I apologize if this is too vague, have a good day/night and I love your writing!
Thank you for the request Glitch! I hope this is up to your expectations! I hope you don't mind that I picked specific members of the Lost Light crew to include in this story. Feedback is always appreciated! Have a great day/night as well! :D
Doctorâs (And Scientistâs) Orders
Pairing: IDW Ratchet, IDW Perceptor, and IDW First Aid x Human Reader
Word Count: 3115
Summary: You are a teacher who is being sent from Earth to a colony on Mars. A new life as an educator for the red planetâs children is on your horizonâŚuntil you are thrown terribly off course and end up in the bowels of the Lost Light. All seems lost for you when you find yourself injured and cut off from human society, at the mercy of the three Cybertronians who end up finding you and taking you in, whether you want them to or not.
The first thing you hear when you come to is the horrid screeching of your ship's alarms.
  You groan and sit up. Smoke and flickering emergency lights greet you when you open your eyes. Electricity sparks from the stasis tank you were asleep in. Gas spurts from the ceiling, and everything is strewn about with the chaotic air of a tornado that just tore through an entire town.
âWarning,â your shipâs AI urgently alerts. âBreach detected. Damage is collateral. Warning-warning-â It sputters and fizzles out.
  You rub the back of your head and feel something warm and sticky coat your palm. When you pull your hand back to take a closer look, you see blood.
  Shit. Thatâs not good.
  Standing up makes you feel like you are going to puke. Your head throbs and every breath you take sends piercing pain through your chest. Dragging yourself out of the stasis pod takes longer than it should while black spots dot your vision as you stumble to the dashboard and press your hands against it. âRun ship diagnostics,â you manage to rasp. The voice that struggles to exit your mouth is one you hardly recognize. It is thin and strewn with violent coughs. A metallic taste coats your tongue. More blood.
  The AI glitches as it attempts to answer you. âSevere damage to hull. Severe damage to engines. Severe damage to thrusters. Life support online, but rapidly depleting. Escape pod offline.â
  âShit,â you breathe. âTry contacting Earth control.â
  âCommunications systems offline. Attempting self-repairs. Current statusâŚ5%.â
  âHow long until repairs are complete?â
  âEstimations indicate repairs will be completed inâŚ5 days.â
  Not good. Not good at all. You push yourself away from the dashboard and take in all that has happened. This was not how the mission was supposed to go. When you were chosen to be sent to Earthâs Mars colony as a teacher for the young children growing up on the red planet, you thought it would be a smooth seven month trip with you peacefully slumbering away in stasis. You were supposed to be woken up by fellow human beings, not a devastating crash resulting in your ship being decimated. Something must have thrown you off course. A freak asteroid strike probably. Which begs the questionâŚwhere exactly are you?
  Ignoring how much pain you are in, you hobble through the remains of the vessel and head for the airlock doors. They remain tightly shut when you make it to them, hiding the knowledge of where you are from view. âOpen the doors,â you call out to the ship.
  âWarning. Remaining onboard is strongly recommended. Current exterior environment is unknown.â
  âOverride. Open the doors.â
  The doors whoosh apart. You know thereâs oxygen outside. If there hadnât been, the ship would have prevented you from even entering the airlock chamber in the first place. Stepping off, you expect to see the barren landscape of Mars, or the alien environment of some other planet you might have ended up on. Part of you thinks you might still be on Earth; perhaps something went wrong with the ship before you could even break the Troposphere.
  What you see surprises you. You are in some sort ofâŚmassive cargo hold.
  Gigantic metal crates surround you, most of them exuding a pinkish glow. There are lights on the ceiling far above you, but they are dim, and serve little aid in giving you an estimate of just how large this place is. Turning in a circle, you feel awe fill you. âYeah,â you murmur to yourself. âThe ship definitely didnât crash on Mars.â
  Speaking of your shipâŚyou take in the damage. It's an absolute mess of warped, crippled metal doomed to remain collapsed on its side until self-repairs are complete. It would take days, maybe even weeks, for damage of this caliber to be fixed beyond the communications systems. With no way to contact Earth or Mars, you truly are stuck.
  You close your eyes and pinch the bridge of your nose. Calm. You are calm. There is absolutely nothing to worry about. Yes, your ship is destroyed. Yes, you are suffering from critical wounds. Yes, you are in an unknown place with seemingly no way out. But you're alive. Thatâs what matters. And now you just have to survive for five more days.
  You hear thumping in the distance.
  It takes you a moment to register the pattern of heavy steps that are coming towards you. Itâs something alive, you realize with dawning horror. Wherever you are, you have obviously made quite a racket, and now this planetâs local faunal residents are going to seek you out. Thereâs no way for you to know exactly what sorts of animals live here; any technology you might have used to your advantage is directly connected to the ship. With the ship offline, thus go the tools as well. You are completely in the dark, relying only on the little information about alien lifeforms you have to keep you safe.
  You donât need that information to know you have to hide right now.
  You scurry back into the ship, biting back a shout of pain. God, thereâs pain everywhere. How have you not passed out yet? Adrenaline does wonders for the human body, you sourly think to yourself when you have to lean against the wall to catch your breath. A hacking cough swells within your chest. When you cover your mouth with your elbow and release it, blood is splattered over your suit sleeve.
  Thatâs when you hear the growling.
  Itâs unlike anything you have ever heard before. Youâve studied a multitude of animals. Youâve heard big cats roar, wolves howl, hyenas cackle, and birds screech. This is not a growl you can associate with any of those. ItâŚholds similar qualities. But thereâs something about it that remains blatantly off.
  It sounds strangely like the growl of a machine.
  You look outside of the airlock doors, and something huge lumbers out from behind a stack of crates. The first things your brain registers are its red and white armor platings, its bright blue eyes, and the horn-like finials extending from its forehead. Itâs humanoid, yet possesses qualities that remove it from any such grouping. This thing is definitely not like you in any sort of way beyond having a face and walking on two legs.
  âItâsâŚa robot,â you whisper. Itâs a giant fucking robot moving all on its own, and looking none too happy to be here.
  The mechanical creature snarls, lips upturning to reveal sharp canines that are probably longer than your arms. It hasnât noticed you yet. Its focus is trained on the datapad it holds in its hands. Your mind is blown. This is obviously a member of a clearly intelligent race. Have you just discovered a new extraterrestrial species?
  The robot looks up. At first, its eyes scan the crates around you, and it doesn't seem to notice the little ship nestled between them. You remain still, prey instinct taking its course and demanding you freeze where you are. Hopefully it will just move onâŚ
  It backtracks, and to your utter horror, it makes direct eye contact with you.
  Fucking shit, you think.
  The robot stares at you with an expression of pure shock. You stare right back with an equal amount of terror.
  It steps towards you. Thatâs all it takes for you to scream at the ship. âClose the airlock doors! Close them now!â
  The doors slam shut. You hear a shout from the robot, and everything shakes as it thunders forward. You stumble and fall with agony ripping through your poor body when you make contact with the floor. The cry that leaves you is riddled with pain.
  âA-Activate self-defense protocol!â you order the ship.
  âSelf-defense protocols offline,â it says back.
  âWell, how long until they are online?!â
  âEstimated time equalsâŚten hours.â
  âThatâs not enough!â you scream rawly.
  A gentle tapping echos from the other side of the doors.
  You push yourself back, heart pounding as you listen to the robot move all around you. Itâs growling softly to itself, and you can hear it touching the ship, running massive mechanical fingers across the walls that act as the only barrier between you and potential doom.
  You donât know what to do. Panic makes you frantic and you desperately try to think of how you can get yourself away from the monster outside. You have no way to defend yourself. You canât even run. This thing wants you out, and you know it has the power to rip your ship apart in order to get to you if it wishes for it.
  Suddenly, everything rocks. Your stomach drops when the entire ship shakes and you feel it being lifted into the air. Realization of what is happening hits you: itâs picking it up. If it canât get you, itâll just have to take everything.
  âNononono!â you cry out. The ship tips a little, and you slam into a wall with a grunt. âStop!â You bang your fists against the metal. âPut it down! Put it down now!â
  The robot simply growls in reply. You donât even know if it hears you. Thereâs nothing you can do to stop this. You slump back and cover your face as hot, helpless tears finally begin running down your cheeks.
  âWhat exactly is it?â First Aid asks as he peers down at the mangled hunk of metal sitting before them on the medibay berth.
  âItâs a ship,â Perceptor flatly replies with a silent âWhat else would it be?â evident in his tone.
  âThis is a ship?â First Aid looks horrified. âBut it's completely destroyed! How could it have gotten here?â
  âIt must have crashed during our last refueling.â Perceptor lays his servos over the top of the ship, examining it closely. He huffs and straightens, looking at Ratchet. âWhere did you find it?â
  âThe cargo hold,â the medic replies. âI was down there searching for some extra medical supplies I know we have stored. I wouldnât have seen it if it hadnât been for whatâs inside.â
  âThereâs something alive in there?â First Aid gasps.
  âA human,â Ratchet replies. âIt locked itself inside when it saw me.â
  âImpossible.â Perceptor shakes his helm. âHumans are an endangered species that only occupy a small sector of a primitive solar system. They donât have the technology to make it this far out in space.â
  âWell, clearly they do. I know what I saw. These old optics arenât that far gone.â Ratchet raps his knuckles gently against the ship. All three mechs have to lean in close so they can hear the soft squeak from inside.
  âHow do we get it out?â First Aid asks. âIt could be hurt!â
  âIt is hurt,â Ratchet answers. âI saw it before it hid itself away. I donât know how severe the injuries are, but I know it's in pain.â
  âThen what are we waiting for? We need to help it!â First Aid presses his forehelm against the ship and whispers softly. âHello, little human? Please donât be afraid! We arenât going to hurt you!â
  A whimper is all he gains in reply.
  Perceptor crosses his arms. âI can force it out, but you wonât like how I do it.â
  âYou canât hurt it,â Ratchet sharply snaps. âThat would be cruel.â
  âIâm not going to hurt it,â the scientist bites back. âIâm simply going to pump a nontoxic gas into the ship that will cause it to eventually lose consciousness. It will have no choice but to come out, and then we can go on from there.â
  âAreâŚare you sure?â First Aid wrings his servos nervously. âI donât want it to be scared of us.â
  âWhether itâs scared of us or not doesnât matter,â Ratchet says. âItâs injured, and if we donât do something, itâll succumb to those injuries. Itâll understand we donât want to hurt it after we patch it up.â He nods to Perceptor. âGo ahead, smoke it out.â
  The scientistâs right servo transforms into a syringe. Ratchet watches with anxiousness churning in his tank as Perceptor presses his left index digit against the side of the ship and presses a small hole straight through with little resistance to stop him. A terrified shout from the human within causes First Aid to whimper.
  Perceptor sticks the upper part of the syringe into the hole, pumping gas into the ship and pulling it back out after a moment, wisps of vapor trailing from the tip. A few seconds later Ratchet hears a string of weak coughs from inside. There is a tense moment where all three of them stand there, and then the doors open and you stumble out with a cloud of gas nearly enveloping your tiny form. You wheeze into your servos, then notice the mechs staring at you and try sprinting right back into the ship. Perceptor cuts you off, slamming his servo down and pinning you under his digits before dragging you back even though you yelp and thrash. You squirm one last time in his grip before suddenly going limp.
  Perceptor gently shifts you to lie in the center of his palm. For a terrifying moment, Ratchet thinks you are offline when he sees how still you are with your optics closed. But then his sensors pick up on the rapid beating of your organic spark, and he relaxes. Not dead. Just simply unconscious.
  âGive it here.â He holds out a waiting servo. Perceptor hands you over; you are given a quick look-over as Ratchet scans your body. There is a nasty cut on the back of your helm, and your vents are gravely bruised with terrible red marks. âInternal bleeding,â he mutters. âAs well as external wounds. The crash really messed it up.â He curls his digits lightly over you and brushes his thumb over your forehead. âDoesnât have a fever though, which is good. Damage is minimal, nothing life threatening. I can have it fixed in a few hours.â
  âYou know how to heal organics?â First Aid questions.
  âIâve been around for a long time. War changes you. Iâve had my equal share of saving Decepticon-ravaged planets inhabited by organics as well as machines.â Ratchet walks over to another berth, being careful not to jostle you too much. âFirst Aid, go grab the restrainers. Weâll have to keep it still so it doesnât accidentally hurt itself when it wakes up.â
  âYouâll have to keep it sedated too,â Perceptor says. âI can help with that. Just a little puff of the gas will keep it asleep.â
  âThank you,â Ratchet says, then pauses. âListen. Donât tell anyone about this yet. I donât want everyone flocking into the medibay and stressing it out. We could accidentally scare this thing to death if we arenât careful.â
  âI wonât.â Perceptor nods. âJustâŚmake sure it heals properly. I donât doubt your expertise, butâŚâ He looks down at you, and his optics soften. âIt hurts my spark to see something so small in so much pain.â
  First Aid returns with the restrainer. Itâs a small mechanism that runs on magnetic power, created by the Lost Lightâs resident mad scientist, Brainstorm himself. Ratchet places it directly over your lax form. With a quiet beep, it presses lightly over your midsection, and magnetic bindings weigh down your ankles and wrists. Seeing you trapped like this makes him feel guilty. This obviously isnât going to be something you will like when you wake up. But thereâs no other way for this to go. You wonât understand his good intentions until he heals you. Until then, he has to keep you still.
  He grabs a small serum of glowing blue liquid and bends over you, gently pinching your little fleshy cheeks and working your intake open. âCâmon little one, drink up,â he whispers when he carefully forces the liquid down your throat. He sees your faceplate tighten with discomfort, but your throat pulses as you subconsciously swallow. âThere you go. Good human, good human.â
  âWhat are you giving it?â First Aid asks.
  âSomething I learned to make back in my early days,â he replies. âIt heals from the inside. Works on both organics and machines.â He pats your cheeks praisingly and draws away. âThere. That should help with the bleeding. Itâll be fine now. Iâll continue to monitor it over the next few days.â
  First Aid exhales a relieved sigh. Perceptor reaches out a tentative hand and brushes your hair away from your closed optics. âItâs so smallâŚso softâŚâ
  âWe have to be careful with it,â First Aid frets. âWe donât want it to break.â
  âListen.â Ratchetâs tone hardens authoritatively. âI said this before, but Iâll say it again. We have to keep this between the three of us. Donât tell anyone about a human being in here.â
  âBut what about the captain?â First Aid asks. âShouldnât he know?â
  âThe captain canât know. If he finds out there's a human on the ship, heâll go nuts with excitement and probably end up accidentally crushing the poor thing. Until I confirm itâs not going to drop dead at any moment, we keep it a secret. Got it?â
  Both bots nod. Ratchet nods with them. âAlright. Iâm going to stay here and make sure itâs condition remains stable. You can come back tomorrow to check in on it and see how itâs doing.â
  Perceptor dips his head and leaves without another word. First Aid lingers, optics never leaving you.
  âItâll be fine,â Ratchet reassures him. âIâll take care of it. Go recharge.â
  It takes a lot for the other medic to step back and exit the medibay. Ratchet watches him go, then sighs and drags a servo over his faceplate. Becoming the caretaker of an injured organic lifeform was not something he had planned for today. Primus, how the hell am I going to tell Rodimus?
  A soft noise drags his attention away from the alarming thought of what might happen if the extroverted captain learns about his new âcrewmate.â He looks down at you and startles a bit. Your eyes, foggy and unfocused, are staring right at him. Thereâs a fatigued expression of utter terror on your face that once again has his spark feeling like it's been ripped from his chassis and stomped on.
  âYouâll be okay,â he whispers to you. âI promise.â
  You close your eyes and let your helm loll to the side. Ratchet watches the soft rise and fall of your chassis for a few moments longer, then dims the medibay lights and returns to his previous work on the other side of the room.
  Never do you stray far from his mind.
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PLEASEE I NEED MORE IDW MEGATRON
Guessing you mean exhausted leader of a bunch of backstabbing, barely competent, chaos children Megatron not exhausted co-captain of the Lost Light Megatron?
Skin and Bones Pt 5
IDW Megatron x Reader
⢠Scrolling through reports, heâs aware of you wandering around on his desk. Peering down at the Cybertronian glyphs on his keyboard. Almost absently, he nudges you away when you get too close to the edge of the desk then goes back to his report. Ignoring the bemused look you shoot him. Then youâre laying your little hands on the back of his hand to lean across and look at his datapad. Venting sharply, he freezes at that unexpectedly soft touch. âWhat are you doing, little one?â
⢠You glance up at the warlord, trying to decide if that slight frown means heâs annoyed or just exasperated and trying ignore the fact that when he calls you little it doesnât sound condescending. Itâs almost cute and better than some of the nicknames a few of the Decepticons have saddled you with. Like squishy or meat bag. âHow hard is your language to learn?â You ask because youâre honestly curious and it sounds better than that youâre just bored out of your mind and want something to do.
⢠Shifting his hand, he rumbles in surprise as you go sprawling across the back of his hand on your belly. Before you can scramble away, heâs reaching over with the other hand, curling his servos around your little body to move you onto the desk between him and the datapad. Clearing the screen, he sketches a character and taps it. Makes a rasping noise that ends on a click. Another glyph, this one vocalized as a whirring sound and you stare up at him. Thereâs no learning this. You canât even make those sounds.
⢠Heâs already on the seventh glyph before he looks down and sees the look on your little face. Itâs almost the same expression some of his younger soldiers had worn the first time they went into battle. Overwhelmed and terrified. Venting softly to stir your hair, he goes back to the first one. Enunciating carefully, he makes the sound. You look up at him and then make a noise. Mangling it far beyond recognition, but youâre trying. Again he makes the correct pronunciation and then waits. Face reddening, you try again. Still very wrong, but closer. âI canât make those sounds.â
⢠âNot yet,â he replies, reaching out to gently use the tip of his servo to turn your face back to the datapad. âCan you draw the glyph?â Blowing out a breath, you lean over the datapad, laying a hand on the screen to copy his glyph. Well, that youâre good at. He runs a knuckle along your spine, feeling you lean into that stroke like you enjoy it. âVery good, little one,â he growls in Cybertronian, smiling indulgently as you peer up at him in confusion. Cautiously you offer him a smile that does strange things to his spark. Makes him uncertain how to feel, because heâs not sure he deserves anything soft or gentle after the things heâs done. Had to do. Certainly doesnât deserve your trust. Shaking himself, he taps the second one and watches you sketch it out.
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Could I humbly request some more of Sunstreaker and his brand new 5-year old Buddy?
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Made it into a Slice of Life
Hope you enjoy!
Sunstreaker and Buddy the toddler: Slice of Life
SFW, Platonic, Familial, Slight Angst, Human reader
IDW
It wasnât their first choice, but after a vote, the bots had decided to spend the day at the beach.
It was either that or another hike and they werenât eager to repeat what happened last time.
The bots are walking up the mountain. Sideswipe: âI thought this was supposed to be relaxing? This isnât what I thought when you guys said relaxation.â Prowl: âIt was in one of the human brochures.â Ironhide: âQuit âer whining. Weâre almost there.â Sunstreaker is walking in the back with Buddy walking behind him. Sunstreaker: âBuddy we need to move faster.â Buddy is panting but nods. Sunstreaker: âWeâll get there faster if you let me carry you.â Buddy waves their hand: âI got it!â Buddy steps on a loose rock, falls on their face and starts tumbling backward. Sunstreaker: âBuddy!â Sunstreaker trip over a root and starts tumbling down behind Buddy. Ironhide: âKid!â Sideswipe already swan diving down the mountain: âDonât worry Buddy Uncle Sideswipe will get you!â A banged up Sunstreaker and Sideswipe limp back to base with Buddy in Prowlâs servos sniffling from the scratches they got. Ratchet: â⌠Do I even want to know?â Sunstreaker: âWellââ Ratchet: âNo, not yet. Prowl hand Buddy over here.â
The beach sounded a bit safer.
Ratchet and Wheeljack made sure that everyone was well rehearsed in washing before and after coming out of the ocean.
Sunstreaker wasnât a big fan of the beach, mainly because of the sand, but he was willing to toleratre it for one day.
For Buddy.
The toddler barely got out of the Arc except if it they had to go to school or visits from Verity.
From the parenting books for humans he read, getting outside was important for young humans.
A day at the beach was just what Buddy needed.
Buddy hops out of Sunstreakerâs alt mode and wigglings their toes into the warm sand. Buddy: âLetâs go!â Buddy is about to dash into the beach when Sunstreaker picks them up from their bathing suit and puts them on his servo. Sunstreaker: âBuddy, we talked about the sunblock and the⌠the⌠Sideswipe what are the thingyâs called again?â Sideswipe shrugs. Buddy: âWater wings!â Sunstreaker: âYeah, that. Now letâs get you ready.â Later⌠Buddy: âAre you sure that itâs supposed to be like this Sunny?â Sunstreaker: âPositive.â Buddy: âOkay!â Buddy waddles onto the beach with a pair of water wings on their arms and another pair on their legs.
Sideswipe was excited to go in the water with Buddy.
Itâs made clear to everyone that Buddy was NOT to go in the water without supervision.
If keeping track of them in the Arc was hard, then the vast beach and ocean was harder.
Especially since they still couldnât swim.
Not like many of the bots could either, but they didnât need oxygen.
A lot of bots went out to do their own things, whether wadding in the water, collecting seashells, or watching things go around in the beach.
Then there was the small group that played around with Buddy.
It was comical seeing these giant bots attempting to play volleyball with Buddy who was waddling around with two sets of water wings.
There was a mild panic when someone accidentally got sand in their eyes, and they began crying.
So many bots thought Buddy was getting murdered.
Ratchet washes Buddyâs face clean from sand with some water bottles.
Thank goodness Verity warned him about this.
 Sunstreaker put Buddy sunglasses⌠which they promptly dropped when they started feeling uncomfortable.
Sunstreaker: âCâmon Buddy. Put them back on.â Sunstreaker picks up the glasses and puts them in Buddyâs hands. Buddy pouts and throws them back down. Buddy: âDonât wanna!â Sunstreaker groans. Sunstreaker: âBuddy. Put them on, now.â Buddyâs face starts turning red. Buddy: âNo!â Jazz walks over. Jazz: âWhatâs the problem?â Sunstreaker: âBuddy doesnât want to put on their glasses.â Jazz kneels at a pouting Buddy. Jazz: âIs that true?â Buddy nods furiously. Jazz: âWell⌠I gotta visor on. Its kinda like those glasses. Its better for your opticsâI mean eyes, if you wear them.â Buddy pauses for a couple of seconds before grabbing the glasses, blowing the sand off and putting them on. Buddy: âJust like Jazz!â Jazz laughs and pats their head. Sunstreaker facepalms in the background.
Some of the bots managed to convince Optimus and Ratchet to get something sweet for Buddy.
They agreed.
Mainly because Buddy was sweating up a storm and looked flush.
Sunstreaker tried his best in teaching Buddy that the ice cream was to consume and not to wear on their face.
Buddy promptly sat down on a big inflatable flamingo and continued to eat their ice cream.
With Buddy preoccupied Some of the other bots could actually have a break.
They did not see the tide rising or the flamingo slowly floating out.
Buddy was blissfully unaware after eating their ice cream the rocking of the waves made them sleepy and decided to take a nap.
Optimus: âAll right! Everyone clean up, we are heading out.â Ratchet: âYou heard Prime! Wash up!â Sunstreaker: âAlright Buddy letsââ The flamingo is nowhere to be seen.â Sideswipe: âHey Sunny we gottaâPrimus⌠Whereâs the flamingo!?â The pair spot the flamingo floating peacefully in the water. Sunstreaker: âBuddy!â The yellow mech runs straight into the water. He doesnât make it far, realizing he could only go out until most of his chassis was under water. Still far from Buddy. He feels something wrap around his waist and yanks him back. Jazz had grappled him back. Sunstreaker: âLet me go! Buddyâs on the flamingo!â Prowl: âHow? That thing wasnât even close to the water when we came here?â Seaspray: âProbably the tides. Donât worry Iâll get them.â
Buddy wakes up when they hear yelling and nearly falls off (Sunstreaker nearly fainted in the background) but is happy when they see Seaspray next to them.
They gladly hop onto his alt mode, narrowly missing the edge.
Sunstreaker kicks Sideswipe and runs into the water and makes it about chassis deep when Seaspray comes by.
Buddy makes grabby hands at Sunstreaker.
He happily gets the toddler in his arms.
Buddy sleeps the entire way back.
Sunstreaker is now asking Verity about swimming lessons.
#transformers x reader#maccadam#human buddy#idw transformers#idw transformers x platonic reader#idw transformers x reader
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Y'know, this idea been stuck in my head for a while.
AU human created cybertronians, cus why not
#this is so corny#i can't help itđ#transformers#maccadam#maccadams#tf#mtmte#idw#tfa#tfp#transformers x reader#transformers x human#Yandere#??#au idea
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I don't know if anyone has done this before, we all know that Cybertronians are afraid of Scraplets and I see a situation in my mind where the Autobots/Decepticons saw us (humans) being afraid of a 𪳠. They laugh it off saying that those creatures could be easily crushed by their servos untilâ
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You : *sees a 𪳠and freeze on the spot*
Autobot/Decepticon : Why did you stop? *sees you locks eyes with a đŞł*
You : Don'tâ move...a muscle....
Autobot/Decepticon : *rolls optics* You're afraid of that small thing? It's just a bug, it can't harm you!
You : Yes it can!
Autobot/Decepticon : Allow me to get rid of it for you *walks over to the đŞł*
You : NO, (Cybertronian/Name) DON'Tâ
𪳠: *target locked, flight âď¸ mode engage, fly towards the cybertronian's face and proceeds to crawl between the gaps of their helm*
Autobot/Decepticon : *unholy pterodactyl screech* IT'S INSIDE OF ME! GET IT OOOUUUTT!!!!! AHHH! I CAN FEEL IT NIBBLING ON MY CABLES!!!!!
You : đ§
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A/n : and now the cybertronians has another creature to be afraid ofâ
#transformers x reader#transformers#autobots#decepticons#transformer idw#transformers one#transformer prime
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Typical fan fiction:
#transformers#transformers fanart#transformers idw#megatron#meme#idw mtmte#mtmte#tf mtmte#transformers mtmte#megatron idw#megatron x reader#Y/N#x y/n#x reader
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Do you think cybertronains get a bit uncomfortable at senses humans have? Like uncanny valley or being able to sense when something is staring you to long. Maybe just primal senses showing in general that no longer should show in modern society. I've always had the mild idea that cybertronains "evolve" in the sense of what's necessary and once it's obsolete it starts to fade away until needed again. But humans don't work like that. Which raises the question as to why we have such strong sense that warn us of dangers like mimics or sensing a stare of something that isn't there. I just would find a funny of bots and cons wondering wtf traumatized humanity so bad we never got over it. As well as them losing their mind over the disgusting random wonder that is evolution.
Ohhhh, i love this. I might have to do something with it in the future in a fic. But I can totally see the bots just watching a human for a little, and next thing their head snaps in the direction of the bot, and they both just stare. And the bots are just there thinking. "Primus they are so cute when they get focused like that," and the humans out here staring down the bot while having goosebumps and the scene of dread going. "Why are they looking at me? Do they want to eat me or something?" And it slowly gets to the point many of the bots begin to realise it. Watching what seems almost like a prey drive in humans. Something that cybertronians don't have, but they know of. And it begins to get to the point that they are really on guard around their human. But the human scene is very handy with the cons, rogues, or DJD. The human just goes. "Wait, something doesn't feel right," and the bots listen.
But also imagine humans explaining some of the crypitds monsters and lore of their planet, and Cybertronians are just horrorified. Ans the first time a Cybertronian feels that kinda feeling is when there is a sparkeater on ship, and it really makes them wonder if their programming is upgrading to have the same hidden scene the human's have.
#transformers#transformers idw#transformers x human#mtmte#transformers x reader#transformers lost light
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I bet my fav pair of pants he would make a tiktok account and post his human on it :"D
( the human is nervous𼚠)
#transformers#transformers headcanons#transformers x reader#digital art#small artist#art#procreate app#yandere transformers#transformers mtmte#mtmte rodimus#idw mtmte#rodimus x reader#rodimus prime#rodimusxy/n
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D-16 rizz
D-16 that somehow swept y/n from thers feet~
#transformers x reader#transformers au#transformers one#transformers idw#transformers#d 16#transformers d16#tf d16#tf one d16#d16 x reader#d 16 x reader#tfo#tfone#tfone x reader#megatron x you#megatron x reader#megatron
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