#like he did look for him but from how fast starscream threw him away did he really like him or did he only like the idea of what skyfire is

[starscream-is-my-wife]

A bit ago I was looking through the g1 timeline wiki and I saw that Skyfire and Starscream now had a 5 million year old age gap and I was like oh? That makes their dynamic so much more interesting especially how innocent he was portrayed in fire in the sky, I also wanted to share my hc on why Skyfire never brought up Starscream again

[sonicasura]

Round Eight—Megatron vs Bygone.

If one were to tell the former Decepticon years ago he would face off against a cybertronian dragon bigger than him in both modes, then he would have shot their faceplate. Now? He was being driven into an all out brawl against one who was barely a hundred thousandth of his age—and losing. That blasted tail in both of Bygone’s mode had swept him off his pedes several times. Even when he tried to hold the end of tail, they used the rest of it as a whip to punish him for even daring to touch it!

It was at this point Megatron realized the shapeshifter was definitely holding back to allow him time to adapt. Oh sure, the slight disadvantage wasn’t obvious to an outside observer. But the fact he could occasionally see the panels along their throat light up, only for smoke to leak out of their mouth as the panels powered back down… Made it abundantly clear they weren’t suing their full arsenal against him.

Fighting their more beast-like altmode was somewhat easier than their mech mode. The dragon had more things for him to grab in an attempt to grapple them. It was also strangely more flexible and prone to dodging his cannon.

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Round Nine—Optimus vs Jettison.

The Prime was immediately put on edge when Dart unveiled that their seeker form would be his opponent. Obviously, the young being was taking the opportunity to brush him up on the recent encounter with Starscream’s Trine. He did have to wonder how they kept the sheer noise of their jet engine unnoticed to outside parties… Their four toed pedes provided them far greater stance adjustability than most cybetronians. Optimus found himself very reluctant to throw his axe even when they were on the ground.

When they took to the skies?

He was met by a volley of beams and dive bombs that left gouges in his frame. Contrary to expectation, they took several long moments to come around for the following dive bomb. The Prime realized that they were giving him a chance to strategize with only the faintest hints of embarrassment.

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Round Ten—Optimus and Megatron vs Strider.

By now, both mechs had been conditioned to not underestimate any of Dart’s forms. The second they had mentioned the two tag-teaming them for the next round set both on edge. Strider was oddly unassuming looking outside the eerieness of a stagnant faceplate.

They were barely Bumblebee’s height and far thinner than healthy cybertronians should have any right being. The two Autobots’ first mistake was letting Dart be able to transform one of their servos into a laser gun. Several minutes devolved into the shorter menace moving deceptively fast for someone with shut short legs. They climbed, they shot, they scratched—

Megatron found himself nearly shooting Optimus more times he could keep track of and being nearly gutted on the Prime’s axe as Strider made the two nearly attack each other.

Repeatedly.

No panel was safe from being climbed on.

No angle protected as Strider used the altered terrain from previous rounds to shield themself. Megatron even resorted to his rarely used gun mode—something that was a bit embarrassing to use as it caused a spark-deep mass displacement ache. Optimus held him very awkwardly as the two attempted to work together now that they weren’t both big targets.

(“Okay. That has to be the most ridiculous example of mass displacement I have ever seen. I am going to be scamming you after this just to make sure you didn’t crush anything!”)

Strider was relentless and even snatched Megatron away from the Prime to utilize him instead. It was very uncomfortable close up at their slightly clawed digits that forced him back into his mech mode. Not that the suddenness stopped the shapeshifter, they threw him mid shift at Optimus causing both larger than normal mechs to fall as they collided.

It took a lot of scrambling to detangle from one another, but Strider took the opportunity to use a bit of psychological warfare. Aka revealing they can open their faceplate right up in both’s faces. The bisected jaw, multiple eyes, sheer exposed inner mesh were horrifying enough to have a close up of. The fangs and unholy hissing roar they made that caused most of their inner face to shift scared the two mechs something fierce.

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Definitive Winner: Dart.

The shapeshifter waited a while to help patch both mechs up using Upgrade. They simply cited needing to let the Omnitrix recharge and recuperate their own energy for the upcoming task… Optimus and Megatron could feel the blatant amusement rolling off of them. Everyone else had similar expressions/demeanors at seeing the two thoroughly schooled.

—ROB’d Anon.

Dart knows how freaky they can come off as. So when Strider has especially unusual facial features, they will turn it into another advantage.

I have the image of both leaders barely managing to hold back a scream because they weren't expecting Strider's face at all. Dart is such a little shit especially when driving a point home.

[sunshineandcybertronians]

Keep You Safe - Starscream x reader TFP

Word count: 1,229

Warnings: character death (in a dream, not real) (but aside from that, this is very fluffy)

A/n: I wrote this using certain writing prompts I found and an idea that I think was in the G1 movie (but I don’t know for sure). I almost forgot I wrote it and I really like it.

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"I am LORD Starscream, Leader of the Decepticons," Starscream cackled.

He had finally done it. He stabbed Megatron who was now floating lifelessly in space. Now he was taking what he always dreamed and wanted, complete command of the Decepticons. It was finally time, all of his hard work and the pain he had been through finally paid off. You would be lying if you said you weren't happy for him.

A gold crown was placed on his helm, one that would make any king of the ancient world jealous. The once second in command smirked and savored the satisfying taste of victory. He waved his servo out.

"Bow! All hail Lord Starscream!" he commanded, truly enjoying himself.

All the vehicons obeyed and repeated, "All hail Lord Starscream!"

A smile crept into your facial features, grateful that despite the fact you were just a human, you could see this, his dream coming true. You stared at him and the obeying vehicons with a sense of pride that your friend finally did it.

All of a sudden, a cybertronian came in, one you could not recognize with a jetpack and white armor. As far as you were aware of, there was no insignia present to determine whether he was Autobot or Decepticon. He pulled out a gun and, before Starscream could react, shot him.

The blast hit Starscream right in the chassis. The impact knocked him back, stumbling back although not falling. His mouth opened from shock, then terror when he noticed the area he was hit starting to turn black, and was spreading. 

Before it reached his helm, he looked over to you, fear clear as day in his optics. He looked like he wanted to call for help, for you to save him. But there was nothing you could do. The infection completed covering his entire frame, leaving him dry, cracked, and lifeless. He crumbled into dust, leaving a crown on the floor.

Tears didn't even have time to well up when you screamed, "STARSCREEEEEEEEEAAAAMMMM!!!"

You woke up with a start, your eyes wide open. 

It was the same as it was before you went to sleep, you were a human hostage of the Decepticons. For a prisoner, you were treated fairly well. You would have to help them when they needed it, but you learned fast and they never gave you a task that you couldn't complete. Starscream wasn't your friend, however you did aid him when he needed it and he was the 'Con you saw the most.

You didn't care about that seeker, not at all, but there was something about that dream that disturbed you. Something that unnerved you to your very core. You would have paced and thought about it all day, but that wasn't an option.

Attempting to push it out of your mind, you threw back and covers and started your day.

It didn't work. All day, in the back of your mind the dream played over and over again. That fact didn't affect your productivity too greatly, however you did become more quiet and less energetic.

You were organizing files when you heard Starscream behind you speak to a vehicon. "There is a new load of energon, help the others move it to its proper place."

The vehicon simply gave Starscream an un-amused glance and returned to what he was doing on the console.

"Did you hear me? We have enough drones on consoles, you need to be loading energon. I am your superior officer!" Starscream complained without any luck.

The others in the room began to snicker. Starscream looked around and you could tell by his faceplate features that he was living one of his worst nightmares: no one listening to or respecting him. You felt bad for him.

Setting your small tablet aside, you turned to give the disobedient vehicon a petrifying glare. "You!"

He seemed shocked that you spoke to him, even more so, in that tone.

"How dare you?! You do know that Megatron put Starscream in charge of you, right? So disobeying him is disobeying Megatron which I will personally report. So if you don't do what the seeker just told you, I will go tell him and tell Shockwave that you’re his new experiment." You put your hands on your hips, with your voice loud and authoritive.

He hesitantly began running in the direction the energon was being moved. The others became silent and returned to work. Normally you would have never spoken to a vehicon unless told to, much less do something like that. That plus the fact that you typically meant what you said,  probably scared him into obedience.

You turned back to your task, aware that Starscream was staring at you in bewilderment.

"Why did you do that?" he asked quietly and walking closer, to reduce the chances of being heard.

Shrugging, you answered, "I don't know. I just wanted to. I couldn't stand that he was treating you as if you were no one and how they began laughing at you," your voice turned into a growl at the thought.

"What's wrong?" He questioned, sounding suspicious and curious of your behavior change. "That vehicon could have killed you for speaking to him like that. Why are you being so nice?"

"I don't want to say in front of everyone," your eyes scanned the room and all the Cybertronians in it.

To your surprise, instead of walking away annoyed or demanding that you tell him, he picked you up gently and carried you to an empty room. He held you against his chassis, like he knew you needed comfort and to be sure he didn't drop you. You stared at his chassis and placed your hand on it, just to make sure there was no blast mark.

Once he stopped walking, he held you out further to see you without craning his neck to look down.

"So? What's wrong?" he repeated impatiently.

"Well," you stared down, "are you sure you want to hear it?"

"Yes!"

You sighed, "Okay." You described the dream in detail, what was said, what happened, and how it happened.

After you were done, he was silent for a few klicks to process it. Probably not sure what to think about a dream that he was leader but died, and if it was good or bad.

"Why did you dream that?" was what he finally said. "That's why you've been so quiet, because you had that and you can't stop thinking about it?"

"I don't know why I dreamed it, and yes, that's why I was so quiet. I don't know why it bothers me so much, I guess I don't like the thought of your dying," you admitted, hugging his finger.

His optics softened and a small, happy smile formed. He held you close to his spark, to hug you as best as he could.

"Don't fret, I will not die. Trust me, no one can terminate the great Starscream," he added with a slightly arrogant tone, but in a way that you guessed he was just joking to lighten the mood and make you both feel better. "And if I ever do become leader of the Decepticons, I will make sure you're right beside me."

You smiled in the embrace and snuggled closer to him. "And I'll do everything in my power to keep you safe."

[titilationexpress]

StarscreamxReader-Sweet Dreams are made of Screams Ch.1

First ever lemon. Please give your input. Reposting from my Ao3.

You haven’t been able to sleep properly for weeks now. And frankly, you’re wondering if you ever will again in your lifetime.

Yet what caused you to have such a problem with something that once came to you so easily? Ok, maybe not easily. No, scratch that. It was never easy. You had to take some sleeping pills every night to even get a few hours in. Still, how did it happen?

Well, the trouble had started back not long ago. In fact, from what you could recall, it hadn’t even been a full month before your ‘problem’ started. See, you were a fairly average individual. You had your quirks, your habits, the little things that make each person an individual. One particular interest you had though was quite specific, and even more, came from a decade long before you were born.

Transformers.

Oh yes, your beginnings were humble when you first started with the franchise, and you looked with wide, awe-filled eyes. Your starting place was where you first discovered it, the one show that will remain in your heart forever. From that, you got into the characters, the story, the lore of what started as a toyline for young boys (though it was clear now that both sexes had a love for it), all of it. And from there, you went on to past and future generations from your starting point, and now, you were a certified Transformers fan! Hell, one of your favorite sites ever is TFWiki.

With this entrance into the fandom, you took to devouring everything that you could: the cartoons and animes, the books, the movies, fanfiction, fanart, fan comics, doujinshi, anything and everything that you could get your hands on, you did. And not long after, you began contributing yourself, drawing, writing, whatever you could to make your stand and have your place in the community. At first, it worked well enough, you weren’t exactly prolific, yet you were doing well enough. You managed to get a few requests for certain things to be drawn/written, believe it or not, but still, you weren’t overly big.

And then came your discovery of the Reader genre.

What is the Reader genre? Why, as far as you were concerned, only one of the greatest genres ever to be conceived! Well, to be more accurate, the form of writing wasn’t anything new, remembering the ‘Choose Your Adventure’ books. It seemed said genre now spread everywhere, you being very aware of the numerous games and dating sims that ranged from well done and engaging to outright ridiculous and stupid (but those were fun in their unique way). And since you didn’t have any knowledge or time to do that, you settled for writing them yourself. Your first piece was a simple Optimus x Reader with the standard plot and standard outcome, which was a declaration of love and a resulting kiss with the Autobot Leader. You were NOT expecting the overflow of response that it had gotten. You were quite shocked, but at the same time, overjoyed. Soon, you decided to try your luck with another one, this one being of Bumblebee, the scenario being mostly the same, albeit with a bit more cutesy fluff, as in your mind, Bumblebee was always the little guy. This one was just as successful, and you beamed, having finally found your calling.

Since then, you were getting requests left and right for more and more choices, all spanning different universes. From the animated cartoons to the comics, different universes, everything that spanned from the most well-known incarnations to the more obscure. It was through these that you managed to get even more into the Transformers multiverse as a whole and even discovered some truly overlooked gems. You opened yourself up to the people and declared that you would write whatever they requested, but you had some taboos that you wouldn’t touch. But any scenario, character, and universe, all of that was fair game.

You had originally begun working on more mundane, typical stories with expected outcomes (but sweet ones nonetheless), yet over time, the requests and your imagination began getting more creative and crazy. Soon, you were delving into several different areas that you had never touched. Elves, goblins, mermaids, vampires, forbidden love, love triangles, all of these were laid at your feet. And while it took a bit to find your rhythm, all of this having come on you so fast, you eventually got it and soon, you had a wide collection of X Reader stories, ranging from G1 to Prime and IDW’s run.

You mainly did Autobots, for you had to admit that writing for them, while they were still complex characters, came somewhat easier for you. True, each of them had their faults and quirks (both from canon and headcanons people had come up with), yet they were still the good guys, and even those with more questionable morality still came out as heroes in the end. But then one day came where you were asked to write about a Decepticon. This threw you for a loop, as, while the thought had intrigued you, you had been writing for good guys for some time, so a total shift in direction was somewhat off-putting and scary. Possibilities of it being too saccharine or sweet, or getting the characters wrong or out of character scared you a bit, yet still, you wanted to test the waters and see if you could do it. And if you could, this would open up so much more for you.

And judging from the input, you had just struck gold yet again.

Soon, not only were you flooded with requests for Autobots, but now their foes were also available, and, as you found out, people had just as much an attraction for the darkness as they did for the light. Again, the same scenarios were implemented, yet now, they had something of a darker edge to them, which allowed you to explore some subjects you couldn’t touch with the Autobots without toning it back somewhat. In a way, the Decepticons provided you with more freedom. Ironic, seeing as Megatron’s motto was “Peace through Tyranny.”

That said, you went through the list of available characters throughout the generations, and so far, those had been garnering quite a following as well, your Autobot and Decepticon stories neck and neck in popularity. Everything seemed to be going well for you.

Then that one question came.

‘Hey, where’s Starscream?’

Then another.

‘Could you write one about Starscream?’’

Then another.

‘Hey, hate to bother you, yet I think that Starscream could use some love here.’

More and more questions and requests for the particular Decepticon filled your messages, and frankly, you were at a loss on what to do. Truth be told, you and Starscream had something of a complicated history. When you had gotten into Transformers, you had heard of the character, yet at first, you never saw why he had gained such a large fanbase. True, he wasn’t a bad character, yet he wasn’t your favorite. But over time, as you wrote more and more for the Decepticons, as well as read X Reader stories from other people, you slowly began to, as one would say, gain an interest in the winged robot. And soon, you found yourself enamored by the smug jerk as well.

But this only made you reluctant to write for him.

True, when you started writing for the Decepticons, you were allowed to experiment with some more intimate and extreme situations, yet with Starscream...it was different. It was hard to explain, yet whenever you got a request to write for him, your brain seemed to seize up. Thoughts came to your head that you had tried to banish, thoughts that came every time you saw the Seeker’s name. You had no idea what was going on or why this was so difficult, yet it seemed the Silver Snake had taken to making your fingers not touch the keyboard.

You had no idea at all. Or at least, that’s what you told yourself.

And since you had gotten the slew of requests, your sleep problems began. The moment you shut your eyes, the scenario began all over again.

…

You needed no introduction to where you were or what you were seeing, it all quite familiar to you now. Around you were towering walls of a silvery mauve color, the only available light from above sparse and leaving several areas coated in darkness. This place was all too familiar, for you had seen it many times in your watching and reading of Transformers.

You were in Decepticon headquarters.

Your dreams had been filled with the base of the enemy faction of the Autobots, and at first, it had shocked you as to why you were here at all. But over time, night after night, you came here, and soon, you grew accustomed to the sight of it. You took on the form of your Transformers persona/OC or remained in your regular, human form, whatever pleased you as if you had some control over this environment. Yet as you grew more familiar (you were never sure if you’d be comfortable), you began to explore the place, finding that, to your surprise, there was no one here. No signs of any sort of life aboard the ship, and while it took a good while, you traveled everywhere you could think of, and still, nothing. No Megatron, no other Decepticons, no one but you had been aboard.

At least, that was what you believed when you first had this dream. Then, you heard it. The voice. His voice.

“Oooh, I’m the Boogie Man,”

Singing, serenading, just loud enough for you to hear, yet low enough for you to know it was far away. It always started this way.

“The terrible, horrible Boogie Man,”

Your ears/audio receptors registered the voice as it echoed throughout the ship. When the dreams had begun, you knew immediately who was singing, and then you were more surprised at how it sounded. Sure, it had its infamous high pitch, yet it wasn’t bad to listen to. Daresay, it was rather enjoyable in its own way.

“I come in the middle of the night and frighten bad little girls like you.”

The first few times you had this dream, it would almost always startle you, yet it led you to look down the other balls and corridors of the ship. The results were always the same though: no one was aboard. No one but you...and him.

“Beware, better have a care,”

The song changed each and every time you entered the dream, tonight being a track you heard on a video game you played not too long ago (Bioshock 2 you believed). Yet the songs always had the same effect on you.

“I’m going to follow you everywhere.”

Despite your trepidation, you wanted...needed to follow it.

“I crawl through the ceiling and the wall and call on bad little girls like you.”

Walking, then running, you traversed the winding path before you, taking several left and right turns, having no sense of direction but that voice. A voice that, despite its infamous sound, held power to it, a siren’s song in a way. Ironic, you thought. Still, you followed, for you had reached your limit. You knew what would happen if you didn’t find him.

“I’ll torture you and hunt you,”

And never leave.

I’ve got you where I want you,”

And never let you escape this dream.

“A victim of my dark and dirty plot.”

And he knew it too. He knew he had power over you. And you hated it.

“And at the slightest whim, I’ll tear you limb from limb,”

Or…

“In other words, I’ll put you on the spot.”

Did you?

“Oooh, I’m the Boogie Man,”

You were close. So dangerously close.

“The terrible, horrible Boogie Man.”

Just a turn around the corner.

“I come in the middle of the night and frighten…”

He paused, you stopping in your tracks at what you saw. There he was. Situated behind violet bars of energy in a cell, the Decepticon stood there with his arms folded and looking upon you with satisfied, hungry red eyes.

“...bad little girls like you.”

It was him.

Starscream.

Your favorite incarnation of Starscream, those ruby orbs boring into your own eyes/optics. You stepped back from the cell, eyes/optics wide at what was before you. Sure, if you were to go by dream logic, some part of you always knew that it was ‘him’ that awaited you at the end of this journey, but still, to actually see him, standing there so casually when it looked like he was locked up, it chilled you. As if he had absolutely nothing to worry about.

“My, my, so you finally found me,” he said, his voice perfectly matching the incarnation that stood before you. “Or rather, I found you. Whichever way it goes, it doesn’t matter,” he smirked. “For I already know the outcome.”

You blinked a few times, still trying to see if who was before you had truly been there. “St…” you began nervously. “Starscream?”

The Decepticon chuckled and stepped out of the shadows, allowing you to fully see him. “In the mesh,” he said. “And I see that introductions won’t need to be made either, will they, Y/N?” your eyes/optics went wide. “That’s right, pet, I know everything. This IS your mind after all.”

“Wh-What?” you stammered. “I don’t understand.”

Starscream’s grin only grew wider. “You will soon. You will understand EVERYTHING.”

Just what was he talking about? From the looks of it, he seemed to be enjoying your tension and trepidation, very amused. Your mind went into fan mode, recalling every fact you had known of Starscream and his various incarnations, which then led to you going on the defensive. “You…” albeit, it took you a try or two. “You’re the one that’s been doing this to me. Giving me these...these weird dreams.” the Decepticon didn’t answer, yet it was clear that he already knew that the secret was out (even if it wasn’t much of one). “You’re also the one that’s not letting me have one decent night’s sleep without being trapped here!”

“Or me serenading you?” he added in. “How do you like it? I don’t do it often, yet if I wish, I can stretch out my vocal components if I want.”

Your cheeks grew hot. Damn, this bastard was already making you too wound up, and you had only gotten a few words in! “Well...I’m here now,” you said, trying to sound confident, and, ironically enough, trying to channel Megatron’s dominating aura. “So, what do you want?”

This didn’t phase him in the slightest. Despite him being the one locked up, you were the one who felt like his prisoner. “I think you already know that dear Y/N,” he said. “But to put it simply, I’m feeling left out.”

You were confused. “Left out?” You asked. “Left out of…” you paused. Indeed, you knew well what he was talking about. “My...my reader inserts.”

Starscream nodded. “Quite an extensive library you’ve built up over time.” He told you. “Though your choices could be much better.” he scoffed. “Of course goody-good Prime would be on the list, along with the rest of the Auto-dolts.” Then he grimaced. “Yet there are those that actually want to FRAG Megatron? Ugh! No taste at all!” He then looked back at you. “You’ve written for everyone, from either faction, of every series,” he then pouted. “But none for me. Truly, Y/N, I’m hurt.”

You felt quite awkward. True, while you were known online for your stories, it was your username and persona they were seeing. They weren’t someone that was right around the corner that could walk in and see you writing these things. While you loved doing it, the thought of your family or friends discovering you wrote in this genre was a thought you dared not entertain, as you swore that you’d die from embarrassment. Thus, you were very careful whenever you did it, your room completely locked tight so you could focus without fear of someone barging in. The only times you left during your writing periods were for bathroom breaks and/or to eat/drink something. It was a big secret...and thinking about it now, it was a secret no more to the most infamous backstabber in all of Transformers. You had been found out.

“Well...so what? Are you going to keep haunting me until I do?” you asked. “You can’t do that!”

Starscream didn’t seem phased by this at all. That damned smirk of his both frustrated and made you excited, a combination that left you very unsure. “Can’t I?” he asked.

You didn’t like his tone. “What do you mean?”

“Well, let’s consider for a moment, Y/N,” he said. “You believe that I’m merely a figment of your imagination, yes? A stubborn thought that is lodged in your subconscious. Am I right?” you shifted a bit, knowing well what he was saying would lead to something else. Something that probably would flip everything on its head. “Well...who’s to say that I am?”

“I...I don’t understand.”

“Of course you don’t. But what I say might just jog your memory.” he then went on. “In your last X Reader, you spoke of multiple versions of the characters, such as Prime and...yes, even Megatron,” Starscream scoffed. “And how it would’ve been peculiar if they met. Then, one of your readers linked you to a page on the TFWiki.” Starscream then chuckled. “Quite an array of knowledge, I must say. Especially for a primitive species such as yourselves. Anyway, said page spoke of what is labeled as the Transformers Multiverse, which, if I may say, is an excuse for you all to toy with and shape us into what YOU want. But back on track, you did a small amount of research on that, then went on about your business.”

“...and what does this have to do with why you’re here?”

Starscream smirked. “Then, after some time, you went and read the entries of me from various series and incarnations. To get a better feel for what you were thinking of writing. What you wanted to write. Only, you never did.” You were about to speak again, but the seeker spoke again before you could. “There was one detail from my earliest incarnation that spoke of a ‘ghost’, an immortal spark that couldn’t be snuffed out. One that could travel through space and time.” He drew closer to the bars. “And then discovered a way to travel through dimensions. Wherein, I found out all about how so many humans have seen my reality behind a television screen.”

What was he talking about? What did any of what he said mean? It was then that it all clicked for you. Sparks were essentially the ‘soul’ of a Transformer, which Starscream’s was indestructible. You read that he made an appearance in Beast Wars, and had made cameos elsewhere. What was before you right now...mere feet away…” Are you.. “ you stammered. “Are you really…”

The Decepticon nodded. “Yes. Yes, I am, Y/N.”

You were left speechless. No. No, this...this was impossible. It...it couldn’t be him! It couldn’t be the REAL Starscream! He was a cartoon, no, a toy! A damn toy! A toy from the eighties that were made to be marketable to young boys (and the girls that were secretly into it) among several other toys that were made be marketable to young boys (and again, the girls that were secretly into it)! There was NO way he was in your mind right now! He wasn’t real! He wasn’t real! He wasn’t-

“You step out into the chilled air, wrapping your arms around yourself as you do.” the Decepticon suddenly began. “He’s there to pick you up. He’s there to pick you up. You’re both terrified and exhilarated, eager to start the night, but also to make it fly by just enough so nothing embarrassing would happen between the two of you.” your jaw dropped when you heard him say that. How did he- “Know that you recently read over your very first entry? The one that started it all?” he then ‘rolled’ his eyes. “The one that clearly displayed that you had little taste at first?”

Of course, you did! That was from your very first X Reader story! It told of Optimus Prime and you, a human, in a relationship. Odd start, you knew, especially given that Transformer x Human relations was sort of controversial, yet overall, it wasn’t a bad one. Still, the fact he knew that…” No.” you said aloud. “It can’t be.”

He smiled. “I am.”

You stepped back until you hit a wall. “S-Starscream.” you stuttered. “You’re him. You’re the...the real one.” he was quite satisfied with your reaction, you clearly flustered yet cautious at the same time. The sensation drove you mad. But then you remember, this was just a dream! You were just making up all this stuff! You were relieved by this revelation...yet at the same time, you were...curious. Just where would this go if you continued? “Well...well, what are you doing here? What do you want?”

“Exactly as I said before, I feel left out,” Starscream told you. “And considering my popularity in this universe, I’d think me being here should tell you something.”

You knew what he wanted. “You want me to write about you.” it was obvious. “I-I know. I mean, I’ve been wanting to. Really, I have. But...but I...I just…” you sighed. If you knew Starscream (and you had at least a decent enough faith you did), you knew that this could potentially earn you his anger. Yet, to your surprise, he didn’t try to order you around. Instead, he seemed like he already knew you were going to say that.

“You can’t,” he said for you. “Understand, I’m the one in YOUR mind. Thus, you could say, I know everything about you. A perk of being something that, in this universe, started out as a drawing on a piece of paper.” you were confused, this seemed to humor Starscream even more. “Oh, come now. Surely you know that concept art exists, right?”

All of this was so insane for you, yet it was then that you felt the urge to speak up and say something for yourself for once. “Well, if you’re here from the...well, YOUR universe, what are you doing here in the first place?”

“Why, this is one of the few places I win!” Starscream exclaimed. “Of course, when I first came here, I was quite perplexed about how I and many others were known as products from a company called ‘Hasbro’. But overtime, I discovered your version of the internet, and, well, as you flesh bags say, the rest is history.” he then continued, not giving you a chance to speak. “And bring that I am an idea in this universe, I can go freely as I wish, peering into minds,” his red eyes looked upon you. “Become one’s permanent muse or vice versa.”

God, you felt weird. You felt so confused and conflicted. You wanted to sink into the wall to get away, but you also wanted to know more about this. You had to know more. You needed to know more. “So…?”

“So, I’ve come to you, as you’re truly in need of some inspiration,” Starscream said. “As well as some changes in your thinking.”

“Like what? Worshiping the ground you walk on?” you ask, feeling a little bolder.

“Oh, you already do.” he said. “If you didn’t desire me, I wouldn’t be here.” he grinned at your shocked expression. “That’s right, Y/N, I know what truly holds you back from writing about me. Your fears, your anxieties, your loves and lusts.” you had no words. “You fear that you may get me wrong if you will. That I won’t be in character. Or you fear that you won’t be able to satisfy the wants of your readers, as I AM so highly anticipated. Or…” he leaned closer to the bars, the only barrier separating you two. “You fear exploring those more intimate pleasures with me. You’re intimidated and unsure. After all, writing for Autobots is easy, yet us Decepticons are more difficult. But it HAS awakened things in you that you wish to explore on either side. Things that you are dying to let out.”

You had no words, he was completely right. Damn him! The smug bastard knew he had you in the palm of his hand...and yet also probably knew that’s what made you so hot and bothered right now! “So...what? Are you here to force me to write those things with you in them?”

“Dear Y/N, I can’t technically make you do anything,” Starscream told you. “Oh yes, I can stay and torment you night after night until either I pass onto another universe or I grow bored of you, but my reason being here is for both our benefits.”

“How?”

“It’s quite simple,” he said. “We shall go through those scenarios in your head.” his ruby red optics bore into yours/your eyes. “Together.” he then reached out from in between the bars and traced a digit around your jawline. “Believe it or not, I want to help you, Y/N.” his voice was smooth and sultry, something you never expected from a voice like his. “But only you can allow me to do so.” he then stepped back from the bars. “This prison of mine is something you’ve constructed from your fears and insecurities. Allow yourself to embrace what you fear…” he then extended his hand again, yet stepped back as well, sinking into the darkness. “Only then, will you truly be free.”

You were at a standstill. You knew what he wanted, and, to your horror, you were wanting to give it to him. Deny it all you want, this was something that had been in your mind ever since you got the first request for the Seeker. You approached the bars, trying to get some sign that he was still there. Surely he hadn’t left you, had he? No, he hadn’t. He was still there, you could feel him. Watching, waiting, and perhaps, knowing what you would do before you did.

Yet would you do it? Would you bite into that forbidden fruit?

Some while after pondering this question, you looked at the cell, the energy bars vanishing. Why fight it when you could already taste the sweet tartness of said fruit in the back of your throat?

[starprin101]

Soundscream Week

Day 1: Flight

In the state of Nevada, America, Earth, a wind came and picked the sand granules from the ground and swirled them across the sky. Twisting and turning, in an unknown pattern. Starscream shuttered his optics when the grains landed in them. He rubbed his optics gently and glared at the wind.

Not a lot of planets he visited had such unpredictable weather patterns, but Earth wasn't the worst one. At least there would be some kind of warning first, in the clouds, in the rising or falling temperature. Not always, but usually.

His optics focused on the sky itself. How it's once blue hue was now a dark orange, and it still changed colours as this side of the planet turned away from the sun. He would never in a million years admit, vocally, how... interesting Earth was. The Decepticons, as well as him, had originally judged the planet negatively based on the disgusting dirt, and the pathetic fleshlings that covered the surface. But one time he stopped and actually looked at it. It was- Primus forbid he ever say this- amazing. He had visited many unique worlds in the past, but this one was just... different.

Starscream stared at the wide rocky terrain laid out before him. He took one step-

- and plummeted down head first from the cliffedge.

He let himself fall, feeling that familiar thrill that, despite the millions of times he'd done this before, always had his spark rising into his intake. And at the last minute he transformed, thrusters barely scraping the bottom of the ravine, and shot up. He silently praised himself with the perfect timing. Once in the open air he made a little twirl and shot through the sky.

When life on the Nemesis became too overbearing, and/or chaotic, Starscream would always take an unscheduled flight to clear his processor. Which has been happening a lot recently.

Megatron came back and practically threw a grenade into his plans as the new leader. It was almost saved when he was believed to have offlined when the spacebridge was destroyed, until Soundwave insisted that he take another look. Now Megatron is back again and is basically a vegetable on life support.

It both fascinated and disgusted him how unwavering Soundwave's loyalties could be, especially to that madmech he calls a leader. How he would do absolutely anything for him. Probably even tear his own spark out for him.

Starscream invented deeply and concentrated on the wind beneath his wings.

Naturally, flying was his greatest stress reliever. Not when he was practicing formation with the Eradicons though, he always preferred to do it alone. By himself.

His thoughts trailed to his trine mates. They would always go flying together, and they played games and showed off new tricks they copied from other seekers. Those were good times. Even though they were the most annoying creatures to have ever been forged, he missed him. They were his trine mates, they were fami-

He cut that line of thought before it brought back the bad memories.

He missed them, yes. But it didn't matter. Now he's grown, and he doesn't need them, or anyone, anymore. He was happy alone, by himself. That was his norm now, and he preferred it that way.

Out of the corner of his optic, he saw something. A blob of black hiding in the clouds. He angled himself to get a better look and realised it was another plane. A long, slender drone to be exact. He recognised it as one of the last bots he wanted to see.

Soundwave.

Why would he be here? Was he spying on him?

Experimentally, he gently turned himself in a different direction, and the drone followed.

Now why is Soundwave following him? Is it to keep an optic on him in case he decided to take chance at destroying his oh-so-precious leader?

Starscream couldn't do anything to Megatron when he was miles away from him, and it's not like he was going to shoot the Nemesis down. What would he gain from destroying one of the most powerful warships in the galaxy, as well as an unlimited supply of soldiers at his dispense? Yes, the Vehicons were insufferable morons, but he still needed them for future plans.

For a while Starscream pondered the possibilities, then he wondered if he should bring Soundwave up to speed that he knows. Watching the drone trying to sneak up on him, he decided yes, just to see his reaction.

:Dare I ask what brings you here Soundwave?: he questioned through a private comm.link. But as always, he didn't respond. He did, however, separate himself from the clouds and flew by Starscream's side.

Suppose that counts as a reaction.

:Did you feel the need to keep an eye on me? Are you afraid I'll do something Lord Megatron won't be happy about?: Still no reply.

They flew in silence for a while. Starscream was honestly surprised he was so willing to be alone with him after... the incident. Perhaps it had something to do with that? Maybe Soundwave was preparing to shoot him out of the sky himself?

Then Soundwave did the strangest thing. He slowed, allowing Starscream to move ahead, and then with a loud purr of engines he shot forward, over and under the jet in a single loop and returned to his side, all while spinning non-stop.

This extremely confused Starscream. Mostly because that was a common trick seekers and fliers did. Not a tactic for fighting or anything of actual use, it was just something done for fun.

Why is Soundwave of all bots doing it now? Especially around Starscream.

:Soundwave what are you-: The drone glided toward him, but pulled back at the last second to avoid a collision. Starscream didn't react, not having a clue what was happening, until Soundwave did it again. And then it clicked.

It was an invitation.

:You can't be serious: Starscream almost laughed through the comm.link. Soundwave, in response, just looped around him. Seeing the most apathetic, serious bot he'd ever met act so playful made him suspicious.

From his paranoia bloomed hundreds of theories on the purpose of Soundwave's attitude. All of them bad. But among them was an idea. An opportunity he could use to his advantage. Wether this was a genuine act of friendship or a way to stop him from killing Megatron, the latter being more likely, he could use this chance to gain his trust.

:If I didn't know any better, I'd think you were trying to impress me:

He just needed to play along.

Soundwave twirled by his side, and Starscream smirked, knowing full well he wouldn't see it.

:Well, clearly you've mastered the basics: Starscream revved his engine. :But can you do this?: He shot straight down, as fast as his thrusters would allow him, until the rocky floor was in sight. Then he turned up sharply, almost scraping the floor, and shot back up.

It wasn't flashy, or "beautiful", but it was hilarious how long it took Thundercracker and Skywarp to perfect it. He wanted to see how Soundwave would fare.

Said drone hesitated, but copied him. When he came back, Starscream hummed. :You weren't fast enough, and you pulled up too soon: He concluded, then remembered he needed to be nice. :... But, for a first attempt it was... adequate. Now try this:

And for the rest of the afternoon, that's what they did. They flew around and showed each other tricks, or Starscream did and Soundwave just copied. At some point they started chasing each other, and the jet actually laughed. Only because of how stupid this was. He's not actually enjoying himself. This is just to make Soundwave less suspicious of him. That's all.

At some point he felt a glimpse of Soundwave's EM field. He seemed... genuinely happy? Proud? Something else he couldn't identify because the stupid drone reeled his field back in before he had a chance?

He brushed that last one aside. Whatever it was it didn't make the slightest difference. One way or another, his gift at rubbing at a bot's ego was working, and Soundwave was happy. Now he just needed to keep this up for, well, however long it takes to gain Soundwave's trust.

Starscream looked down at the drone below him, and maybe it was that unexpected adrenaline burning off, or maybe he'd finally lost his sense, but he smiled. A small, genuine smile.

Maybe having a flying partner wouldn't be so bad.

...

... This is so stupid.

[kittydemon9000]

Honor - Part 4

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It wasn’t supposed to happen

It was solely wrong place, wrong time

It was an energon mine, a supposedly abandoned one

Smokescreen had gone to check it out, since the others were at an important meeting with America’s government and such

The only reason he was in the base to begin with was because someone needed to man the groundbridge and watch Dreadwing

Unknown to the bots, he had “forgotten” to lock Dreadwing’s cell after he “interrogated” him it was just them arguing about the best view on Cybertron

Of course, Smokescreen being Smokescreen, he rushed through the portal without telling the others, but he still brought the Phase Shifter

It was a trap

Not even a minute had passed before blue flames erupted from the groundbridge

Hearing the explosion, Dreadwing ran as fast as he could out his cell and to the main room

He quickly sent an SOS via the computer to the Autobots before rushing through the bridge

Going through, it was chaos

Blue flames, smoking rocks, scorched metal, even the occasional vehicon who wasn’t able to make it out in time

The trap was clearly meant for more than a single Autobot rookie

As Dreadwing kept walking, he heard the unmistakable sounds of someone transforming

He hid by some rocks on a ledge and looked down

(the cave is like the one from Darkness Rising, with a tall column area and many branches into deeper areas)

On the floor of the cavern was Smokescreen, very burnt looking and bleeding out, but still alive and looking semi-conscious

But standing above him was Starscream, his foot placed directly on Smokescreen’s chest, keeping him pinned down

He seemed to be monologing, and Dreadwing used that the sneak down to where the two were 

Dreadwing was, to put it quickly, P I S S E D

Because not only did he dishonor Skyquake by bringing him back from the dead

Not only did he somehow manage to get Megatron to try to kill him

But he was about the kill Smokescreen who he had admitably grown attached to

Smokescreen saw Dreadwing, but just gave a barely visible nod

Dreadwing carefully started sneaking up behind him and motioned to the phase shifter on Smokescreen's arm

In a flash, Dreadwing sucker punched Starscream and grabbed Smokescreen, who activated the phase shifter so they disappeared into the rock

Though Dreadwing doesn’t say it aloud, he really didn’t like the phase shifting

It was a strange sensation, and he couldn't understand why Smokescreen liked it

When they finally came out of the ground, they were quite far away

Dented, burnt and bloody, Smokescreen commed  back to the others before finally passing out

Dreadwing was surprised it took that long

It took a few hours before the other Autobots were able to send a bridge to their location, which Dreadwing used patching up Smokey to the best of his abilities and deciding how he’d explain why he was out without getting Smokescreen in trouble

As soon as it opened, Dreadwing carried Smokescreen through and gave him to Ratchet, though refused to leave his side, which Ratchet didn’t say anything about

Optimus confronted him and asked what happened

Dreadwing answered, but left out the part that his cell was left unlocked and instead claimed that he picked it

A flimsy lie at best, but it was more believable than saying he broke it down

“Why did you rescue Smokescreen?”

That question slightly threw Dreadwing off

Yes he was expecting it to come up at some point, but not so soon

He thought for a second before finally answering

“During my time here, Smokescreen has treated me not as a past enemy, but as a future friend”

Sweet Solus Prime, I am so sorry this part took so long to come out! Some crazy stuff happened in my life, then my computer stopped allowing me to access  Tumblr, and I kinda forgot about it for a while, until now. I’d like to give a huge huge HUGE thank you to @eosforge for all the support you’ve given me, and to be honest you’re one of the main reasons I’m not just gonna give up on this. I hope you’re having an amazing day.

[the-odd-job]

Harem AU Chapter 8 - And When You Reach Out for the Stars...

Rating: Explicit Warnings: Rape/Non-Con Category: Other Fandom: Transformers Characters: Megatron, Sideswipe, Sunstreaker, Starscream, Knock Out, Skywarp, Unnamed Characters Relationships: Sideswipe & Sunstreaker Additional Tags: Angst, Hurt & Comfort, Referenced Rape, Minor Violence Words: 9402

Welp, managed to squeeze in one more before school continues.

Damn you responsibilities, I just wanna keep torturing the twins.

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So fucking helpless. That was him when Starscream, the bastard, wrapped his arms around him and shackled him against the larger mech’s chassis. The guards continued to Sideswipe, blocking off his brother’s single escape route.

Ready to catch him. “Sideswipe! No! Let the slag go of me you fragging pigeon– Sideswipe!”

There was nothing Sideswipe could do when he was caught. The guards were bigger and stronger than the twins, and likely used to wrangling uncooperative mecha into their ill fates.

They couldn’t be the only ones who fought this—who had fought this. 

And fight Sunstreaker did, but Starscream was relentless. His arms wouldn’t budge from around him no matter how he twisted or pulled. All he attained were claw marks on his armor from the way the Seeker’s claws dug into him to trap him in place.

Starscream’s efforts worked to finish the cascade of events, and Sunstreaker could do nothing but stand by and watch, struggle and cuss for naught. The guards dragged an equally struggling Sideswipe through the doors, which closed again on their heels.

As soon as they did, Starscream released him. Sunstreaker stumbled from his sudden freedom– Found his balance and dashed to the doors–

But of course they wouldn’t open for him.

He banged on them anyway, screaming in frustration…

In knowing there was nothing he could do to help his twin.

Knowing he’d already failed in protecting him.

Neither of them needed any protecting often. They knew how to handle themselves, had gained all the street smarts necessary to live and survive the dangerous life of being one of the forgotten. Their life, short as it had been so far, had taught them much when it came to helping themselves. They had each other when things went to pits, but they were rarely fully reliant on their other frame.

Throw all of that in the trash now. None of their experience did slag for them in this hellhole where they were thrown down and ground into the dirt by mecha that utterly dominated them. They could fight as much as they liked, it didn’t help them any. It didn’t matter if they stood together, because even that wasn’t enough against these mecha—against Megatron.

And now they weren’t given even that much. They had been used to coerce their twin into cooperation, sure, but what did that matter? Even if they’d resisted that, it would have all happened anyway to one of them, just maybe a different one.

But at least when they were together, they were together.  

That was torn from them, along with everything else they’d already lost. What would Megatron do to Sideswipe without Sunstreaker there? How would he force Sideswipe into doing what he wanted without Sunstreaker there to be used as a tool of extortion?

How much would Sideswipe need to go through? How much would he need to suffer?

And there was nothing Sunstreaker had been able to do about it—nothing he could do about it.

His ventilations came in fast bursts and he leaned against the tightly shut doors, staring at his pedes. He’d thought everything so far had been bad, and… It wasn’t like him and Sideswipe were incapable or unused to spending some amount of time apart. They’d worked in different parts of Iacon, for Primus’ sake, and only seen each other in the evenings. Only spent their nights together.

But that was different. That was them going their separate ways out of their own free will, and knowing they’d reunite at the end of the day. It was no cause for concern.

Now they were torn apart when they most needed each other and when being apart was the last thing they wanted. They could get through this together. 

How were they supposed to do that alone?

They’d find out. Sunstreaker’s servos balled into fists, his sharpened claws digging into his palms. Resolve. They would survive this alone too, because survival meant the chance to get out of here.

...He just hoped Sideswipe would come to the same conclusion—that he’d find a way to withstand whatever Megatron threw at him. 

Oh, Sideswipe. Things just kept getting worse and worse.

Sunstreaker wasn’t sure how long exactly he spent there, against the doors that wouldn’t budge for him, but it was long enough for them to budge. He couldn’t believe it at first, but that disbelief only lasted for the split of a second before foolish hope took over. Open doors meant a way out—a way to Sideswipe, now.

No it didn’t, there would only be more locked doors in the way.

He’d try anyway.

And he did, but what had the doors opened for? To admit the two guards that had dragged Sideswipe away. Of course, they would need to return to their posts on the threshold of the harem wing.

It did not work in his favor. He couldn’t even say whether or not they’d expected to see him just on the other side of the doors, because they remained as stone faced and still fielded as ever.

He tried to dodge past them, but at once there were four guards in attention to stop any attempt at slipping by—the two that were returning, and the other two already standing in their assigned places in the hall outside of the harem wing. Eight arms were ready to stop him, two landed on him, caught him, and shoved him back into the dim hallway.

The guards stepped in, the doors closed behind them, and he was still here.

Still in this goddamned wing when his brother was elsewhere, at the mercy of Cybertron’s one true tyrant—not here, not with Sunstreaker, where he could… He couldn’t keep him safe, not in this particular nightmare, but if they’d just been together…

Primus.

“You fragging slagpiles,” Sunstreaker snarled, stepping up to one of the guards that didn’t even acknowledge him. 

Didn’t so much as look at him. 

What was he in their optics? Just a nuisance? A captive to keep in its cell? Just another of their master’s toys, his worth tied to Megatron’s opinion of him?

They would look at him. Sunstreaker drew his fist back only to send it flying for the guard’s face, but like the trained security personnel they were, they merely brought an arm up to block his strike. No expression, not a flinch.

No nothing but one economical motion to keep themselves from the limited harm he could’ve inflicted on them.

With a furious growl Sunstreaker repeated the motion with his other arm, but the result was the same and then some. In a shift motion he had no time to see coming, the guard had caught him by the wrist and spun him around, bending his arm behind his back. Enough to hurt and function as a warning, but just shy of damaging him.

To the pits with that! “Let go of me,” he hissed, kicking back at the guard even as he strained against the hold on his arm, but all any of it earned him was ache and warning alerts about strained components. The guard wouldn’t budge, keeping their hold of him and ignoring the hits he did manage to land like they’d done this who knew how many times before.

And Sunstreaker wanted to believe they had, wanted to believe that there had been other mechs before them that had fought all of this and hadn’t just laid there and taken it. They couldn’t be the only ones that had raged against the situation they’d been thrust into. Really, even Megatron himself was proof that that was the case. Wasn’t he all too skilled in forcing cooperation, as if he’d done it hundreds of times before?

It didn’t work in their favor, though. They hadn’t been successful in fending off Megatron, and Sunstreaker had no more success in earning an actual reaction from the guard holding him hostage.

Just a tight grip that loosened none no matter what he did. He wriggled and cursed, tugged and insulted, and just… Nothing.

“You know he’ll just keep a hold of you until you calm down?”

Sunstreaker started, his gaze shooting up to see Starscream sneering down at him. Skywarp stood a step behind the other Seeker, looking at him too.

Sunstreaker sneered right back. “Frag off.”

Starscream sighed like he might’ve when losing patience with an unruly youngling, and Sunstreaker growled in full offense. “Can’t you be smart about this, Sunstreaker?”

Did Starscream seriously expect he’d just behave? Be like everyone else in his goddamned place, obedient and spiritless? All of their corners shaved smooth and pieces broken off to fit the mold expected of them? That Megatron expected of them? Spread their legs on demand, fuck and rape on demand?

Never.

“I don’t know what the pit is wrong with you,” Sunstreaker continued, uselessly wrenching against the guard’s hold once more just to show he wasn’t done only because some stupid odds were stacked against him, “but I will never be like you. Go to hell.”

He knew there was fire in his optics like there was in his spark—and he swore to himself he would sooner die than let it go out. This wouldn’t break him, none of this would.

He would not become like them.

Skywarp glanced at Starscream uncertainly, but Starscream didn’t look too impressed. “They all say that,” he just said, with the tone of someone who found this whole thing boring.

Like it meant nothing to him that he confirmed he had been there to witness this very thing happening to others before them. Had seen others struggle and fight, defy with all their power…

What had become of them? Were they still here, walking these very halls—living ghosts of what they’d once been?

Maybe it had happened to them, but it wouldn’t happen to him. Or to Sideswipe. They were stronger than that, and they would prove it for everyone to see.

Right before beating it the hell out of here. He would refuse to accept this life to the last pulse of his spark.

They would get out, or die trying.

But he was sure that if he told as much to Starscream, that would be reported directly to Megatron, and then what? Would they receive some wild punishment to fuck that idea right out of their helms?

Or did everyone expect that was what they were trying to do? If they weren’t the first… There had to have been others.

And some had to have gotten out, too.

He came to the unpleasant conclusion that in order to get out of here, they might just have to play the long game. 

But if that’s what it took… So be it.

By any means necessary.

Maybe Starscream had intended to dispirit him, but all he achieved was a strengthening of his resolution. Sunstreaker was not like everyone else. He was not a weak-willed little thing without enough self-respect to not bend the knee to one despot’s and his lackeys’ idea of what he should be, what he should do.

He would choose what he was. If he hadn’t accepted the life of a lowly criminal, if he’d aimed for genuine recognition for his art… Then he wouldn’t accept this either. He would shoot higher and brighter and Megatron would burn right along with everyone that kissed the tyrant’s goddamned pedes.

His determination must have shown, because Starscream raised his optical ridges, unimpressed. Skywarp looked even more uncertain behind him, but Sunstreaker locked himself in a staring contest with the one mate that seemed to run the show when Megatron wasn’t around.

“Look at you,” Starscream said, never once taking his optics off of his—and Sunstreaker, in return, never once averting his gaze for even a second. “Held so easily by a mere guard. Who do you think you are? What do you think you are?”

“Worth more than this.”  

“That remains to be seen, doesn’t it?”

No, it didn’t. Every living being was worth more than this. Sunstreaker especially, sure, but nothing and no one should go through the kind of slag they had been put through in the past few orns—he wasn’t an altruistic mech, but he didn’t need to be to see that much. Even just a crumb of morality was enough for it.

This.

Was.

Wrong.

They stared at each other, both too stubborn to look away and lose. Skywarp was glancing between them, his wings beginning to twitch more and more as time passed and neither Sunstreaker nor Starscream yielded. 

Finally, the purple Seeker’s patience ran out. “Let it go, Star,” he said, laying a hand on Starscream’s arm. Starscream didn’t look away at first, but after a tense moment, he huffed, straightened, turned on his heel and began a march down the corridor. He flicked his digits at Skywarp as he went, and after one more glance at Sunstreaker and with a silently mouthed ‘Sorry’, Skywarp followed after his… What? What were they? Trine? Didn’t Seekers do that?

They were the only two Seekers he’d seen, so maybe. It didn’t look like they exactly had a lot of options to choose from around here.

Sunstreaker growled after them and tugged, once again, against the hold the guard had of him. And, once again, it earned him nothing but further strain on components already complaining about minor damage.

He could turn that into major damage. See what Megatron thought when one of his mates got injured, and not by him. Would it be on Sunstreaker’s head, or the guard’s?

He would find out.

But just as he was about to wrench away with enough force to definitely tear his shoulder, the guard moved and kicked his legs from under him. Sunstreaker went down with a surprised grunt, and instantly the black mech was on him, pinning him—harmlessly—to the floor.

Sunstreaker swore with enough volume that some of the other mates came out into the hallway to see what was happening. None of them stayed for long after they realized it was just Sunstreaker finding out that apparently the guards would neutralize him rather than letting him use them to damage himself. Because as it was, the expert hold he was in immobilized him just enough that there was no way he could throw or twist himself that would’ve more than scuffed him.

As angry as it made him, it did also make sense, in the completely twisted logic of this damn palace. Megatron came off as more than a smidge possessive type. Sunstreaker doubted he would have treated the guards well if they damaged his property, any more than he would have appreciated Knock Out molesting them while they were in his care.

And as thoroughly as he was held down, even now no servos or pedes were anywhere close to having a more… Suggestive touch about them.

Just business, the guard protecting everyone from damage by keeping the threat to the peace and order in check. Oh, wouldn’t want the new acquisition rocking the boat too much by misbehaving while master wasn’t there. 

His engine was roaring, but he could curse the guard, the other mates, the harem wing, the palace, and Megatron all he wanted. It earned him nothing from the stoic mech that rode out all of his struggles without any visible strain.

His stubborn pride wouldn’t allow him to just stop, though. Even when it looked like there was no way he would get free by doing anything other than what Starscream said— calm down —he couldn’t admit defeat so easily. Not in this, not in anything else.

And that would be what would get him through all of this victorious. The fight would not be easy; it would be long and littered with setbacks and battles lost, but he was prepared for that.

By any means necessary

No matter the cost.

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They stayed there quite a while, with the guard showing no signs of tiring, and Sunstreaker refusing to go quiescent like would’ve most likely earned him his freedom. They stayed there long enough, in fact, that the doors opened again. Sunstreaker turned his helm to see who had the rights to open them, only for his optics to travel up long legs until he could recognize… Megatron.

Of course.

“Well, isn’t this quite peculiar,” the tyrant drawled. Sunstreaker revved his engine and fought just that much harder, for all the good it did him.

“You fucking bastard! Where’s Sideswipe?” Why was Megatron here, without Sideswipe? He quickly scanned Megatron’s frame, but could see no signs of recent interface. Or even not so recent interface.

But that didn’t necessarily mean anything. He could’ve just cleaned up.

“Right where I want him,” came Megatron’s answer. Sunstreaker growled from both vocalizer and engine until he felt like both might give out on him, but Megatron–

Ignored him in favor of continuing down the hall. Starscream was standing at one of the doorways and Megatron gestured him along as he went by, and together the two walked to the very end of the hallway and the doors there that opened to a room that had never been a part of their little tour of the wing.

He would have given more thought to what might lie beyond if it wasn’t for the affront of getting dismissed so easily.

...Followed by the incredulous thought that did he really want Megatron’s attention on him for any length of time.

The answer would be a resounding no, but that didn’t mean Sunstreaker was ready to be discarded so easily.

Oh, the conflict.

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As much as he would have never wanted it to, the fight did eventually leave him. Mostly out of boredom. It just wasn’t very entertaining to lay there on the ground, ruining his finish between the floor and the unrelenting guard. Beyond annoyed with himself, Sunstreaker nevertheless stilled, resting his forehelm against the cool floor and puffing out aggravated ventilations. His field lashed out too, but for the life of him he couldn’t teek either guard’s field.

Seriously, what the pit were these mecha?

He got to lay there for a while longer, but as the minutes stretched on and he did no more, the guard did eventually get off of him and release him. Somewhat cautiously, which was very satisfying, but in the name of getting to do something else for a change, take his fight elsewhere, Sunstreaker didn’t give him more reason to keep him down.

He picked himself up from the floor once the guard had returned to his post like nothing had happened—although with some paint transfers on him now, Sunstreaker noted gleefully —and with a final glare at the mech Sunstreaker stalked off.

His frame was shaking just so, and that had nothing to do with being held against the floor for so long. He hadn’t seen Megatron leave the wing, which he definitely would have if the main doors were the only way in and out like everything so far suggested they were.

Which meant Megatron was still in the mystery room with Starscream, and not with Sideswipe.

That was… Good, probably. Or was it?

Where had he left Sideswipe and why?

What was happening to his twin?

It was a mix of worry and anger that had him shaking as he marched to the other end of the hallway and planted himself against the wall next to the doors Megatron and Starscream had gone through. The damn dictator would need to get past him to leave the wing.

He would have some answers.

Sunstreaker got to wait a good while more before the doors opened again. Starscream came out first, shooting him a surprised look before that morphed into a scowl and the Seeker started down the corridor.

But Sunstreaker didn’t care about that. He only cared about the mech that came out next. Megatron glanced at him as Starscream had, but if he was surprised to see him, he didn’t show it.

“Where. The slag. Is. Sideswipe?” Sunstreaker ground out, stepping in front of the tyrant to block his way. “What did you do to him?!”

“My, aren’t you an eager one,” Megatron intoned, but made no move to sidestep him. “You’ll have your turn still, fear not.”

“I don’t want my turn!” —He did, if it meant he’d get to be with Sideswipe again— “Where did you leave him?” He was snarling so low his vocalizer was aching, but he paid it no mind. Sunstreaker took another step towards Megatron, tilting his helm back to stare the tyrant in the optic.

Was Megatron… Impressed? He almost looked like he was, subtle as all expression on his face was, and still as his field was.

If he was, he didn’t say as much. “Step aside, Sunstreaker.”

Frag that. “Make me,” Sunstreaker growled.

He wasn’t wholly prepared for Megatron to do just that, swiftly and violently. He could see the tyrant’s arm moving, but he didn’t have the reflexes to get out of the way before he was backhanded across the face with enough force to send him crashing against the wall. Hard.  

It was half of a miracle he didn’t go down entirely, but Sunstreaker managed to keep his pedes under himself. He gasped from the pain that bloomed across the side of his face and helm.

And Megatron, without another look at him, walked past him.

Sunstreaker would’ve growled at his retreating back, but his head was spinning from the double impact of servo and wall and it took him too long to reorient himself. Megatron was gone by the time Sunstreaker managed to push himself off the wall—barely. He still needed to lean a servo against it.

That didn’t stop him from glaring daggers at the wing’s main doors, as if he could’ve opened them with sheer force of will and conjured either Megatron or Sideswipe through them.

Megatron so he could’ve given the fragging despot a piece of his mind —because that was working out so well—or Sideswipe so he’d just have Sideswipe here again.

He had to avert his gaze from the doors when a winged black and purple frame stepped in his way. “You should go to Knock Out to have that checked,” Skywarp said, gesturing vaguely at the side of his helm.

Sunstreaker scowled, then snarled. “Why don’t you mind your own fragging business?”

Skywarp opened his mouth to speak, thought better of it—rinse and repeat a few times before he actually landed on words he spoke out loud. Still, they were said quietly, though Sunstreaker wasn’t sure if Skywarp didn’t want to be overhard or…

Really, he just didn’t know the reason. “You won’t help anyone by being injured,” Skywarp said, and frag but Sunstreaker didn’t want him to be right. He snarled again. “Knock Out’s here for stuff like this,” the Seeker added, before he turned away and disappeared into the entertainment room. Sunstreaker frowned after him.

But it wasn’t like Skywarp didn’t have a point.

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He did visit Knock Out, had the dents ironed out, and was told his processors had been rattled some, but would recover with a bit of time. Knock Out was as clinically professional and efficient as ever, and Sunstreaker was out of his medbay in no time at all. 

What then? What were Megatron’s plans for his brother? What was he doing to Sideswipe?

Sunstreaker became a silent vigil in front of the harem wing’s main doors, his plating clamped tight as he just… Waited. Megatron couldn’t keep Sideswipe indefinitely. He couldn’t. If nothing else, he’d tire of his twin eventually, right?

But after what would he tire? How badly was he going to beat and rape Sideswipe? What was his end goal with separating the two of them, when he couldn’t use one as leverage over the other?

What would Sideswipe need to do to get the frag away from him?

Sunstreaker feared it would be nothing pleasant, and nothing… Nothing Sideswipe could just shrug off. Sideswipe was tough and they had both gone through a lot in their lives. If Sunstreaker had hardened, Sideswipe had barely changed. His ability to withstand without damage to his spirit was admirable.

But Megatron… The impression Sunstreaker was left with was that the tyrant reveled in crushing spirit of that very kind. Loved breaking the mecha that fell into his clutches.

What would he get back once Sideswipe was allowed to return? Would it be his twin, or just a shell of what he’d once been?

Could he build him back up?

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Sideswipe didn’t return that night, or the next morning. Megatron did, however. Sunstreaker tried to demand his attention, tried to get the answers Megatron fragging owed him—because it was his twin— but Megatron had none of it. Sunstreaker was sent crashing into a wall all over again while Megatron just ignored the things he did to him and walked by. He gestured for another harem member, one of his mates, to come along with him as he went, and they disappeared into the room at the end of the hallway again.

That was enough hints for Sunstreaker to guess the space beyond was probably something interfacing related. Figures. That seemed to be all there was on offer here.

But he wasn’t one to quit just because things got a little rough. Sunstreaker made his way to the other end of the hall, and waited.

Megatron came out first, this time. Sunstreaker went entirely unacknowledged again despite his best efforts, aside from the harsh servo that all but threw him out of the tyrant’s way—and into the nearest wall, of course.

And Megatron left the wing without even glancing at him.

His vents cycled ragged rounds of air, fury burning wholly ineffectually. He couldn’t get Megatron to do anything he wanted of him. He couldn’t get answers, he couldn’t get so much as a look unless the fragging despot wanted to deign him with that level of attention. 

He’d only felt so powerless during their forced trip into Kaon. Even the rape that had followed didn’t quite match up—and at least then they’d been together.  

Now they didn’t have even that much. 

And Megatron was proving with everything he did and didn’t do that they were nothing here.

It was a pill Sunstreaker refused to swallow.

He stalked back to the medbay to have this round of dents and dings fixed out. Knock Out didn’t look too surprised to see him, just… Exasperated. “Really, Sunstreaker, this won’t earn you anything,” the medic chastised him. Sunstreaker hopped onto one of the medical berths as he was gestured to do and scowled at the smaller mech.

“But it’s not about earning things, is it?” Knock Out continued as he began to work on him, and Sunstreaker frowned harder. “Just about the principle of things, hmm?”

Well… Yeah. Kind of. Oh, he wanted answers, definitely, but even if he didn’t get them… Even if the fight was pointless, he would have still fought.

Because none of this was acceptable, and accordingly he would not just lay there and accept it.

He didn’t say anything, and Knock Out shrugged after a pause and said no more either. What did he expect Sunstreaker to do, anyway? Take heed of his words and consider the supposed futileness of what he was trying to achieve?

Or did Knock Out expect anything, instead of just marking himself down as a spectator betting on who was going to win this particular battle of wills, and deciding they thought Megatron would be the ultimate winner? Like everyone else seemed to do, too?

Could he blame them? He’d call this war, but so far all there had been for them were losses.

How long could you continue any war if you were granted not a single victory along the way?

Forever, if that’s what it took.

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“You need to refuel,” Skywarp came to say to him on the third orn of Sideswipe’s absence. Sunstreaker was standing at the main doors, resolutely staring at them as if he still believed his force of will would be enough to bring Sideswipe back.

When he glanced at Skywarp, he saw the Seeker with a cube in his servos, glowing delicious pink.

And again, Skywarp had a point. He was running on fumes at this point, which was a detail he’d forgotten to pay any mind to despite his HUD ever so helpfully reminding him of that fact.

Sunstreaker sneered. “Frag off. You’re fucking sick if you think I’d take any help from you after the slag you did,” he hissed out before turning his attention back to the door. He could feel the surprise in Skywarp’s field, followed after a moment by realization.

From the corner of his optic, he could see the flier’s wings droop.

“Oh. Well… I’ll just leave this here.” Skywarp stepped off to the side and set the cube down by the wall where it wouldn’t get trampled. Then he walked away, taking his dejected field with him. 

Was he seriously– This wasn’t even the first time. Was Skywarp seriously sad that they wouldn’t just be friends with him after he’d joined in on raping them? He hadn’t even apologized! How fragging messed up was his view of the world if he thought what he’d done along with everyone else wasn’t grounds for lifelong hatred?

Had he always thought like that?

Or had Skywarp once been different? Normal? A free mech with a healthy outlook that didn’t include a life of rape under the thumb of an almighty tyrant? 

Did he want to know? Because if that was once Skywarp, if that was once any given member of the Primus damned harem… What did that mean for them?

It just meant they’d have to be stronger and smarter than they had been.

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He did relent that night, after everyone else had retired to the berthroom to recharge. The cube was casting its light along the dimly lit hallway, and its temptation grew too much for his underfueled frame to take after there was no one but the ever present guards to witness his lapse. Carefully, like he was worried about waking the other occupants of the wing, Sunstreaker stepped over to the cube and picked it up. It smelled faintly like additives—enough to give it taste, but not so much it’d offend anyone who wasn’t a fan of the flavor.

Skywarp had been so… Thoughtful.

It was just fragged up.

Despite his quietly growling engine, Sunstreaker brought the cube to his lips and downed it in a few gulps. The cube, now empty and a shameful evidence of the temporary break in his willpower, was quickly dispersed—although just its disappearance was all the evidence there needed to be.

He should have just gone to the dining hall and gotten a new cube if he was so desperate to fuel. Too late now, though.

But if the others noticed the cube’s absence the next morning, they didn’t say anything about it.

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Orns. Megatron would come in on almost regular intervals, inevitably ignore Sunstreaker no matter what he did—aside from carelessly damaging him if he got in his way, without a glance, without a word —and take one of the mates with him to the room at the back. Most often it was Starscream, and sometimes there were more than one–

But never once was it Sunstreaker.

And there were no signs of Sideswipe. 

He didn’t want to feel offended that their number one assailant was paying him no mind whatsoever, but fraggit all, he was offended. How dare he just ignore Sunstreaker? Even as he gave attention to the other mates? After he’d taken his brother?

Megatron owed him, but there was nothing Sunstreaker could do to make him pay that debt, and it wasn’t like he didn’t try. Knock Out didn’t even bother with looking annoyed anymore, just fixed him up and sent him on his way for him to inevitably return before too long.

Knock Out didn’t tend to his finish, though, in the frequent but brief moments Sunstreaker was in his care. And while none of the damage he’d taken was truly serious in any shape or form, it piled up to scuffed paint that stood out even worse in his recently repainted frame, when everything else was in such a shine. They were ugly patches all over him, and Sunstreaker couldn’t even see most of them himself. Not without a mirror.

But he knew they were there, and if nothing else would drive him mad, that would. After a time he couldn’t take it anymore and had to abandon the doors in favor of stalking into the washracks to tend to himself.

Even knowing Sideswipe likely didn’t have the same chance.

But if he’d wished for some peace and quiet while he worked… He wasn’t going to get that. As soon as he entered he could hear moans among the run of solvent, and when his optics snapped to the direction of the sound, he could see one mate held against the wall by another.

And what else could they be doing but interfacing.  

The roaring rev of Sunstreaker’s engine was enough to startle the both of them, and they looked his way. “What the frag is wrong with you?!” Sunstreaker growled, prowling closer to the two. To their credit, they saw the approaching danger and quickly disengaged from each other, as reluctant as they seemed to do so.

They were reluctant to stop interfacing, but hadn’t thought twice about taking part in raping them?

His anger rose to levels that blinded him, but his engine growled too hard and spooked the two—as well as everyone else in the washracks—into leaving the room. 

He was left with no targets. Oh, he could’ve gone after them, but he expected any attempt to inflict harm on his confrères would end very badly for him, one way or another. 

That thought was barely enough to dissuade him, but the concern of what would happen to Sideswipe if Sunstreaker got himself in that big trouble was enough to still him.

What had he come here for? He now had the whole room for himself. There was no one to bother him while he touched up his finish.

But also, no one to help him. It went without saying he would have only accepted help from Sideswipe, but even Sideswipe wasn’t here.

When was the last time either of them had washed alone?

Grinding his denta, Sunstreaker marched over to the shelves of waxes and polishes. He hadn’t repeated the process since Knock Out showed it to them, but he’d genuinely paid attention to the medic’s instruction. After a moment of staring at the full shelves, he—albeit still a bit hesitantly—picked up one of the containers and considered it for a moment.

Opening it brought back more memories, and Sunstreaker set to work, slightly more confident that he knew what to do.

He couldn’t reach all of himself. Parts of his back and shoulders were just outside the range of how far he could bend himself in any direction, but he did everything he could and resolutely ignored the portions he couldn’t touch up. They stood out just so, an ugly reminder of the fact Sideswipe wasn’t here.

Similarly he ignored the brand on his shoulder, an equally ugly reminder of where they were, and what for. It wasn’t like he could forget that to begin with. Even his frame, as beautiful as it was, was only so because of what had happened. His own body, even without the brand, was just another showcase of what they’d been turned into.

There was nothing that belonged to just him anymore, barely anything that tied him to the life he’d rather have. 

Nothing but Sideswipe, and now, not even that.

Alone. There were mecha around him, to the point of privacy barely existing, but if they understood even a fraction of what him and Sideswipe were going through, they were very, very bad at showing it. All they did was join in on their abuse and willingly frag on their free time too, as if they weren’t at all put off by what was happening in their goddamn lives. How could they? Seeing what Megatron did around them, maybe even to them too, how could they?

He could hear the door opening. A glance, and… Skywarp. Again. Couldn’t the damn winglet take a hint?

“Hi. I uh… Do you need help with getting to your back?” the Seeker asked, though to his credit he didn’t actually enter the washracks, just peeked in through the doorway. 

“No,” Sunstreaker snapped back, and would’ve turned to face the opposite direction if that wouldn’t have perfectly showcased his back and the fact he very much couldn’t reach it on his own.

Instead he glared at the flier until Skywarp began to fidget, then left with nothing more than a quiet, “Okay.”

Why the pit did the mech act like a kicked puppy every time he was turned down? What else did he expect, after everything?

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Still Sideswipe didn’t come back. Megatron stopped visiting after a while too. Sunstreaker stood by the main doors, and waited.

He did come to notice that the times a harem member left the wing were very few and far between. A couple of times someone did, only to return some time later, stinking of interface, but where they’d been, Sunstreaker had no idea. With Megatron?

Had they seen Sideswipe? He demanded to know.

They hadn’t, and after all of the aggression he had aimed at everyone, they weren’t too eager to talk with him any more than absolutely necessary.

And it was only a couple of times. The rest of the time… No one came in, no one went out.

Were they all just trapped here? With the guards at the door making sure no one came or went without permission?

How could they seem so… Okay with it? Okay with having all of their freedom stripped from them? With all of the interfacing, the rape, Megatron’s casual violence?

What was he missing from this image that would’ve made it all click into place and caused it to start making sense?

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He was starving, again, the one cube he’d had since Sideswipe’s departure all but used up by his frame. But he couldn’t leave the doors—he couldn’t not be there when Sideswipe got back. Stubbornly he refused his frame’s requests and dismissed the alerts and warnings.

Common sense said he would feel Sideswipe’s return before his brother ever made it to the doors. He could run back from wherever he was at the time. The harem wing wasn’t that big.

Common sense had summarily gone out the window a long time ago.

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He’d stopped counting the orns. There were so fragging many. How could Megatron keep Sideswipe this long? Was he even with Megatron anymore, or had something else happened to him? Been done to him?  

There wasn’t even Megatron to harass for the small satisfaction of making himself even the smallest of nuisances, as easily as the tyrant swatted him aside every time.

Skywarp brought another cube to him after the warnings on his HUD had already turned red, and this time… He still snarled at the Seeker, told him to slag the right off, but after Skywarp had left the cube on the ground again, Sunstreaker only waited until he was gone from sight to go pick it up and fuel himself.

Because it was quickly becoming that or stasis, and he would be no use to Sideswipe if his frame was offline because of something he brought on himself.

The energon was consumed, the cube dispersed, and the wait continued, as uneventful as ever—but he could be patient, when he wanted to be. 

For Sideswipe, he would be.

And that night, his wait came to an end. Skywarp slipped out at one point and the guards made sure Sunstreaker didn’t get the chance to follow, but… It wasn’t long after that that he could feel Sideswipe come closer. His spark sang, relief and anticipation filling it to the brim—and then that relief died away when his other half barely responded to it.

It was replaced by concern.

But what had he expected? That Sideswipe would be just as he was when he’d left? After all this time? After everything he’d been put through? Sunstreaker didn’t even know the details, but he didn’t rightly need to to know it could only be bad things. 

Whatever Megatron had done… He didn’t want to say it had worked, but… Something had happened all the same.

Sideswipe wasn’t the same.

And it would be up to him to build him back up. Fix him. 

He paced in front of the doors like the caged animal he was as he waited the too long time it took for Sideswipe to trek back. Then, finally, the doors opened to admit both his brother and Skywarp.

Sunstreaker barely allowed Sideswipe to step into the wing, only waited for as long as it took for them to advance far enough that the guards wouldn’t try to stop him–

Before he hurried on, ignoring everyone and everything else until there only existed Sideswipe and their spark. The pull was desperate and he didn’t even try to deny it, only listened to it and grabbed his twin into his arms, pressing their chests together. 

Sunstreaker was venting heavily.

Sideswipe was frightfully still.

It took him too long to react, but he did, eventually, and Sunstreaker could feel Sideswipe’s arms wrap around him in return.

And hold tight. Hold so tight. 

Sunstreaker buried his face into Sideswipe’s shoulder and Sideswipe pressed his face into Sunstreaker’s neck. “I missed you,” Sideswipe said, with so much emotion in just those three words—so much misery, so many unspoken things.

So much love.

“I missed you too,” Sunstreaker whispered back, just focusing on feeling.

Feeling his brother. Physically, Sideswipe was barely damaged. Whatever Megatron had done, he hadn’t beaten him. That was a relief.

But a very small one, because when he pulled back to cast his own optics down Sideswipe’s frame, the signs of interface were everywhere. He was clean, surprisingly, but scuffs and paint transfers littered his frame at all the suspect locations.

So Megatron had forced him. Repeatedly. But without using physical force?

Sideswipe was so still. Listless, staring at his own pedes. Still in frame, still in spark.

He looked and felt so small, and Sunstreaker was no larger than his twin.

Skywarp cleared his vocalizer, and Sunstreaker’s gaze snapped right to him with a growl. He’d already forgotten the Seeker was there, but there he stood, watching them.

Sideswipe didn’t even react.

“Knock Out will want to see him,” Skywarp said as an explanation for the interruption.

Sideswipe nodded, and Sunstreaker glanced back at him.

If Sideswipe wanted to see Knock Out… Then Sideswipe would get to see Knock Out.

Sunstreaker nodded too, and grabbed his brother by the arm to lead him to the nearest doors down the hallway. It grated on him that Skywarp followed a step behind them, but just when he would’ve turned around to snap at the Seeker, something else caught his attention as a much more urgent matter.

Something about his brother.

“Sideswipe, why do you walk like that?” he asked in alarm, staring at his twin’s step, but… No, he wasn’t imagining things.

“Like what?” Sideswipe asked back, lifting his optics enough to blink at him. Confusion.

He didn’t notice..?

“It’s called the lover’s gait,” Skywarp piped up just as the medbay doors opened to admit them, and Sunstreaker felt a considerable amount less annoyance at hearing him now that the flier was actually being informative and somewhat useful.

But the explanation still rang empty to him. “The what?”

Knock Out was present in the medbay proper and glanced their way as they entered. Evidently he heard Skywarp’s answer, because he drawled, “Do you want the medical reason for it?” Sideswipe was gestured to get up on one of the berths, which he did too lifelessly. 

Before Sunstreaker could answer this way or that, Knock Out had already continued. “When someone is as well endowed as our Lord Megatron, and their partner this small,” the medic patted Sideswipe’s stomach, but where Sunstreaker had expected his brother to flinch at the contact, he did just… Nothing, “the hips naturally have to split apart to accommodate. Repeated often enough and they remain in that position, causing the sway that’s called the lover’s gait.

“Many find it attractive,” Knock Out concluded with a shrug before he went about inspecting Sideswipe from helm to pede.

“Is it permanent?” Sunstreaker asked sharply.

Skywarp responded, the Seeker shrugging too, “Eventually, yeah. Everyone here has it.” Apparently to demonstrate, Skywarp walked the length of the medical bay, then back.

And there it was. He hadn’t paid it any attention before because he’d had nothing to contrast it to like he did with Sideswipe, but the Seeker’s step had the same side to side motion that Sideswipe now sported. Hips hips and aft swayed in a way that was nothing short of suggestive—downright erotic, if you were so inclined.

Horror settled deep in his tanks. It wasn’t enough that they were branded and raped up and down their frames so far it broke their calipers into entirely new specifications. It had to have other visible ramifications too—ones that Megatron no doubt enjoyed, if he was counted among the ‘many’ that found it attractive. “Can you fix it?” Sunstreaker asked from Knock Out.

...Sideswipe was crying. Without a sound, not so much as a hitch in his engine, but tears were softly running from the corners of his optics. It had nothing to do with Knock Out’s inspection of him, and everything to do with the same thought tracks Sunstreaker had entered.

Their frames were being molded, ruined, all against their will, and there was nothing they could do about it. 

“I could, but Lord Megatron doesn’t allow that,” came Knock Out’s answer, and Sunstreaker couldn’t even say he was surprised to hear that. “He rather enjoys it.”

“Of course he does,” Sunstreaker spat out. He was shaking again, anger building without an outlet. But if Megatron was here right now…

There was nothing excusable in what that mech did, in the orders he gave. Just a selfish, hedonistic power trip free of anything even resembling morals or care for another living being. 

Sideswipe didn’t say a thing, but the stillness in his spark finally gave way—although to nothing more than pain that bled all over their spark like blood from a gruesome wound. Sunstreaker stepped up to him at once, laying a servo on his shoulder.

Sideswipe brought a servo of his own up to cover his with it, but his optics didn’t move from their stare towards the ceiling. 

“If you’d spread your legs for me,” Knock Out said, but it sounded hazy, from far away. Sideswipe nevertheless obeyed, but the feel of his spark—it barely changed, even though Sunstreaker was damn sure having his valve prodded at after what Megatron had done to him should’ve set him off. 

But it didn’t, and that had him even more worried than a frightful or violent reaction would’ve. 

Knock Out fixed Sideswipe’s horn in short order after he’d triaged the pitiful extent of the damage on him, then stepped back with a wave of ‘you can get up now’. “You’re in good health aside from needing to recharge your batteries and defrag your memory banks. Go do that. Doctor’s orders.”

Sideswipe nodded mutely, closed his covers, and slid off the berth to stand next to Sunstreaker. Sunstreaker caught his servo and gave it a squeeze.

His spark ached at the small, tumultuous smile Sideswipe forced for his benefit.

Skywarp left the medbay ahead of them, and by the time they made it to the doors, the Seeker was already gone. Good riddance, Sunstreaker thought. Clearly Skywarp seemed to think he was somehow helping them, or trying to help them, but that wasn’t about to earn him forgiveness. Nothing would.

“Should we visit the washracks first?” Sunstreaker asked once the medbay doors had closed behind them, leaving them in the relative privacy of the hallway.

Sideswipe did need recharge, that was obvious for the world to see, but he would be more comfortable without all the faults in his paint job, right? It was surprising that was all there was. Maybe Megatron had allowed him to clean up, just not fully.

“Yeah, sure.” With that answer Sunstreaker carefully tugged him along and led the way to the washracks. They weren’t empty this time either, but a glare from him had the other occupants finishing and clearing out quickly.

He seemed to be getting a bit of a reputation.

Satisfying.

With just his spark present, Sunstreaker gently directed Sideswipe under one of the showers and handed him a scrub. He took one for himself too, and together they began to wash away the transfers of grey paint, Sideswipe where he could reach, and Sunstreaker where he couldn’t.

It didn’t take too long, between their two frames. They went over to the polishing products next, and Sunstreaker quietly repeated the instruction Knock Out had given them what felt like a forever ago, when Sideswipe didn’t seem to remember himself.

Sunstreaker couldn’t fault him for it with his brother’s current state of mind. Sideswipe struggled to be present and not just… Shut down. Close himself off to the world and escape it all, like he probably had needed to do just to… Just to survive what Megatron had done to him. 

“Your back,” Sideswipe spoke up when they were already almost done with the red frame. Sunstreaker stilled before nodding wordlessly.

He could use help with it.

Sideswipe nodded back, but when Sunstreaker turned to give him access to his back and Sideswipe prepared to use the buffer…

He stalled.

Not only that, but Sunstreaker could feel turmoil. It came out of nowhere, a maelstrom that swallowed up everything else until only it was left, and oh, what it was.

Hurt, hurt, hurt. Plea and powerlessness that culminated in humiliation.  

Sunstreaker spun on his heel, back to facing Sideswipe, and caught him by the upper arms. His servos quickly slid up to cradle Sideswipe’s helm in his servos, but Sideswipe wouldn’t look up.

He was shaking. No, crying. Crying and shaking, but again, with no sound whatsoever.

Just… Silent, which was so unlike him that Sunstreaker wasn’t sure what to even do.

“Sideswipe?” he asked, brushing his thumb along the wet tear tracks and smudging the brown of it on his brother’s pale cheek. It did nothing to dry the steady stream.

“I’m sorry,” Sideswipe whispered, but before Sunstreaker could say he had absolutely nothing to apologize for, Sideswipe had already continued, “He- He made me wash him.

“It’s stupid, I’m not even- I’m not washing you, but- I- I don’t understand why this would be-” he stammered, staring at the buffer he was gripping too tight. It didn’t matter if he didn’t get all of the words out, though. His spark made up for everything missing.

Everything he’d done just in the name of getting back to Sunstreaker, the desperation of when and of how much more, how all of the small things had piled and piled.

Obedience, subservience, indignity.

So much shame. How he’d just done it, not always even trying to resist. 

And how he'd ultimately given in even when he had tried to refuse.

It was a torrent Sunstreaker struggled to withstand, and ended with him hugging Sideswipe all over again, Sideswipe’s face pressed tightly against his shoulder. “I-I didn’t have to do any of it,” Sideswipe whispered. “He didn’t force me.”

“Yes he did,” Sunstreaker growled fiercely, holding him tighter, if that was possible. Sideswipe’s doubt was ricocheting around their spark, his inability to believe the classification of his experiences.

Consent under duress wasn’t consent.

But Sideswipe struggled with that. “He coerced you,” Sunstreaker said, willing out loud and in spark for Sideswipe to listen and believe him, if he couldn’t trust himself anymore. “Maybe he didn’t force you physically, but that doesn’t change a thing, Sideswipe. It doesn’t change a thing.”  

“I just wanted to get back to you. He wouldn’t let me if I didn’t- If I didn’t do like he said.” The end of the sentence broke into a sob, and that was the end of Sideswipe’s quiet. He still wasn’t loud. He didn’t wail, but his engine cut off only to restart unevenly; his ventilations stalled every few moments.

His vocalizer produced static that he struggled to overcome to say more. “Primus, Sunny, I’m so sorry. I didn’t- I didn’t want to give in, but I wanted back to you. He just kept demanding things-”

“Don’t you dare apologize to me,” Sunstreaker murmured quietly but firmly, bringing one of his arms higher to grasp the back of Sideswipe’s helm.

To hold him ever closer. “And you think he didn’t force you. Look at you. If he didn’t force you, would you feel like this?” 

Sideswipe huffed through his tears, a wry kind of acceptance producing a single pulse in their spark. “Point taken.” He pulled back enough that he could bump his forehelm to Sunstreaker’s.

They stayed there for a good moment, basking in it, the presence of their brother.

The relief it was, the finally that they’d waited for—done so much for, on Sideswipe’s part.

Neither wanted to rush things, and it was only a generous while later that either of them spoke up again. “You need rest and a good defragging,” Sunstreaker quietly repeated what Knock Out had already said.

But maybe it’d mean more coming from him. “Sort your head out.”

“Yeah,” Sideswipe agreed in an equal whisper. They quickly put away everything they’d used and crept out of the washracks. It was well into the quiet hours and there was really no one around when they made their way down the hall and back into the library. It was empty, everyone most likely recharging in the berthroom.

But being around the lot of them… No way.

Even if their assigned cots may have been more comfortable than the couch they piled on, Sunstreaker laying across its length, Sideswipe atop him.

“Have you recharged at all?” Sideswipe asked from him as they hardlined to sync their memory files. He must have noticed the lacking charge in his batteries—just like Sunstreaker noticed how low Sideswipe’s batteries had gotten.

“No,” he replied honestly. “But neither have you.”

“...Yeah.”

They didn’t say anything more. Recharge, defrag—that was what they needed.

Proximity, a whole load of comfort.

Together.

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The library was as much of a safe haven as there was going to be in a place like this, and there they rested surprisingly well, all things considered. They had never been ones to recharge too deeply, anyway. The streets weren’t a very safe place; keeping enough systems on to be ready for anything at a moment’s notice was all but mandatory, unless one of them was staying up as a watcher.

It was no different here. They weren’t safe. Who knew what could happen next, coming from either Megatron, the guards, or the other mates.

None of them could be trusted.

They were proven right again on that front, come morning. Their batteries hadn’t even gained full charge yet before their scanners warned them of the approaching proximity of an unidentified someone. Sunstreaker couldn’t tell which one of them was awake and aware first, or if they had accomplished the feat on the same second.

But they didn’t quite have the time to get up before one of the mates circled the shelves to approach them. “Morning. I hope you recharged well,” they said with a smile.

Neither of the twins did anything more than growl and glare, and the expression was swiftly wiped from the mate’s face.

They straightened, and went straight to business instead. Forget pleasantries. “Sunstreaker, Megatron’s summoned you. He wants you there.

“Right away.

“And alone. Sideswipe wasn’t included in the summons.”

The look they gave the red twin could almost be called apologetic. Sideswipe only returned it with one of abject horror.

Sunstreaker snarled. “My turn, huh?”

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[silent-stalker]

💭 - stedfast-as-thou Maybe Starscream should know exactly what Soundwave is talking about when he talks about the arena? :3

// under a read more due to the nature of this memory. Suffer. :)

The match was rigged. The match was fragging rigged. Soundwave had known it the moment he stepped out into the arena. His opponent was huge, an older mech - he didn’t know his name - but he was infamous in the arena for the way he threw full grown gladiators around like toys. And Soundwave was still young. Small. Weak. His frame wasn’t even complete yet, his voice sometimes still cracked and came out weird when he spoke. He still cried like a sparkling when hurt. The match was rigged, and he was going to lose.

Still, Soundwave knew how to put up a fight. He ducked and weaved around the bigger mech, dodged the hits he knew would either kill or fatally injure him, rolled with the ones he could afford. His new, equally young deployer - Ravage - ran alongside him, quicker than quicksilver. They attacked at every opening, moving in sync, a flash of claws, teeth, blades and dark plating, connected on a level deeper than any other possible bond. They moved as one, singular unit.

Soundwave had started to get confident. He was youthful, so despite the pain and sluggishly bleeding wounds, he was still jumping, leaping and flipping around the mech with a seemingly endless energy, and his opponent was slowing down, looking more and more tired. He’d started to slow down too, to look for weak spots in the heavy duty armor; It was his first mistake. And the last one he made for this match.

Ravage had screamed through the bond right before she was hit; Soundwave felt her pain, blistering and hot, stabbing deeper within him than any blade could reach. He snapped his gaze in her direction, watched her fly through the air and hit the ground. He felt frozen, optics wide beneath his half-visor, and only when she stood on shaking legs did he register the mech coming at him now. 

Soundwave couldn’t move fast enough, couldn’t escape the hand that closed down on his leg. The force crushed the limb from the knee down, and then he was lifted into the air and slammed into the ground. In the next moment, too fast to even draw breath, his opponent had forced his blade through Soundwave’s abdomen, the pointed tip biting into the stone ground beneath him. He couldn’t hear anything over his own scream. It burned. He couldn’t make to scramble away as the blade was ripped out of him, and the bigger mech grabbed him again, by the same leg.

The second time he was thrown, his back hit the arena’s inner wall hard enough that it took more than a few seconds for gravity to pull him back down. As he fell, he tried to put his arms out, tried to catch himself in the fall - instead, he hit the ground with only one arm extended, and he felt the struts bend and snap beneath him, effectively breaking his arm. He couldn’t get enough breath in to scream this time.

The match was rigged.

Footsteps approached him, and an intimately familiar blade was buried into the ground, right in front of his face. His energon had already been wiped off, and Soundwave could see his own terrified, young, pale-with-pain face in the reflective, mirror-like metal.

“Yield.” The voice above him was deep, a growling rumble that seemed to shake the very ground beneath him. Soundwave choked back a sob, the digits on his good hand scraping of the ground. The mech came down to one knee, and when he looked up, his face was pained, too. There was also a warmth there, in those tired blue optics. A kindness one rarely saw in the arena. The older gladiator’s voice was soft, soothing. Convincing him to give in. “Yield, Soundwave. I will not kill a youngling today.”

“I-I...” Yielding meant he would lose. Losing meant he would be punished. But if he didn’t, he would die. He was scared of dying. “I y-yield.” 

The mech nodded, and he reached to pull Soundwave to his pedes. On the sidelines, holding a furious Ravage back, his handler glared at him with an intense, burning hatred. 

His handler spat at him, bristling with rage, and refused him medical treatment. Only the blade wound was serious, and he could wait until the last match of the day to see a medic. It was one of the kinder punishments he’d gotten, and he wasn’t sure why his opponent seemed so angry with it. Soundwave was just glad to get away from the crowd, to limp away and check his deployer over for injuries. 

He was barely conscious when the same mech - who’s name was Static, as he’d soon learn - came to secret him away to a medic. 

The match had been rigged. And Soundwave had lost.

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Hello all! I would like to take the time to say; Thank you to: (Unfortunately I can't tag them! But they are known as shockwavefan and as well Soundwave - I'm not sure if I do have them on Tumbler or not!) @artsy-archangel @zen-drift! Y'all are amazing!

Now, I tried to clean it as best to my abilities in the form of RP format.

I did realize that for the cover is not quite accurate. But that's okay! (There were few mistakes in the last post; Shockwave was the one who killed Megatron, not Optimus Prime)

I'll be posting these as Chapters and Parts. Anywho I'm sure some of y'all been waiting for the next post- so.. here!

Oh boy, this starting to look quite interesting!

Chapter:1- All Hail Shockwave

(Part:1-2)

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Shockwave saw that his people were cheering, he looked at his experiment, no one could read Shockwaves mind. Not even those who have worked closely with him for years know. He walked down the steps, his metallic feet hitting the ground with each step.

After a few hours since he had left the stage, he was underground. Shockwave was once again his old self, the senator long ago was gone; the leader they know now is fake. He became leader as a way to have access to more tools. On the table lied a Cybertronian, a Decepticon, he screamed in agony but they never reached their destination. After enough energon had leaked the victim stopped screaming. Behind Shockwave were multiple dripping bodies of Decepticons hanging upside down. Shockwave, the terror which spread through the Autobot army was back, only he wasn't affiliated with anyone but logic.

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Today wasn't the best of all days as a sudden riot began however this wasn't the first that has happened. Prowl has come to an assumption that someone is starting the mods on purpose therefore he's been sending in the authorites to investigate. Later, situations got worse when Decepticons came Archangel's office reporting missing friends that haven't returned to their homes for awhile. He assured them he'll handle the investigation and they left in high hopes they'll have their friends back.

Archangel sighed as he laid back againts his chair and pinched the bridge of his nose as he closed his optics. Everything seemed to be getting worse however some events were to be expected but not missing bots.

A knock on his door interrupted Archangel's thoughts. "Come in." He responded as he fixed his serious composer.

Prowl entered with a datapad in his servo. "My team has discovered the culprit behind the sudden riots." Prowl told him. "Ratbat has been planning a scheme however its unknown what his intentions are."

"Ratbat was a Decepticon..."

"Of course you would know that given your past. Was isn't the right word for it: he " is" a Decepticon. He's proven to still be loyal to the dead cause." Prowl interrupted him and handed Archangel the datapad. "While I deal with Ratbat, I need you to inform Shockwave about the energon supplies. We've been getting reports of cannibalism in the streets and the percentage of casualties is high."

Archangel straighten and his servo tightened against the datapad in reaction to what Prowl wanted him to do. Was he testing him again?

"I'll... Be sure he's aware of the problems." He said in a serious tone, hiding his sudden dread.

"Good. Send me a report when you are finish." Prowl said as he left.

Archangel slumped in his seat more and groaned from stress. "Primus give me strength." He whispered.

Through that whole conversation, Prowl didn't give Archangel a moment to speak. Yes he knew how much the mech disliked him but this was peculiar. Also asking him to deal with Shockwave was definitely really low since Prowl was aware of his past. He was planning something and Archangel wasn't sure he wanted to play his game.

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Drift gazed at the datapad in his servo, optics ridges scrunched together in a frown as the latest census showed that instead of an increase in their clients in the housing, some area were showing a drop in numbers. Odd. He placed that datapad aside and pulled up the records for the previous counts. The decrease was there but very marginal. Enough to be explained away by miscount or simply some bots just up and leaving their designated housing, moving in with others or goodness knows what else. He had had to deal with a fair number of strange reasons that bots just didn't stay put. But this was beginning to look like a pattern or maybe his war-wired brain module was trying to put a more sinister twist to what could just be perfectly normal situation. Yet his tanks gave that curious twist that he always trust and he simple knew that something was up.

But who could he turn to? He could try his Senior Officer but he also didn't want to come across as being paranoid. Primus knew his religious habits already earned his strange looks despite most bots being really good natured about it, some even being interested. his old friends were...dispersed. At one time he felt he could trust Ratchet above all, but the mech had thrown in his lot and time with Shockwave now. And it made sense, The CMO was always aligned with a leader.

Drift rubbed his helf crest and stared at the numbers again. He didn't know anything beyond them and a tank feeling. It wasn't enough to go on. He needed to start doing some ground work. Subtly of course, since he didn't need to start a panic. He was no Jazz but he was a fairly decent interrogator. Maybe he could start with the Police Reports. See if there were any notices for missing bots and if those names matched the ones in his register.

He vented out and picked up the datapad again. He had really hoped things would be different this time around but it seemed that it wasn't going to happy crystals. A mech poked his head in. "Drift, we got another riot happening, this time a bit closer to the recent bot settlement. Some of them are demanding relocation. Boss wants you on it!" Drift nodded, out of his chair even before the mech finished speaking. "I got it," he said, shiting to bot mode and heading to the scene of the now dispersed riot. A tall blue Seeker frame caught his optic as he arrived. "Archangel?" he mouthed to himself but the Seeker was swallowed up by the crowd work and his duties and Drift had his own to attend to. He made a mental note to check and see if that was indeed the Seeker he knew. The frightened group of mech and femmes huddled together as he approached.

"Hello, my name is Drift. Im from the Immigration Center. I'm here to attend to your issues," he began giving them a smile. "We need to get away from this!" a femme blurted out in a high pitch whine of her vocalizer, "We didn't come back to be in more war!" Drift shifted to modulate his vocalizer to soothing but firm tone. "I understand that and unfortunately I cannot relocate you to another sector. However, lets go inside and I can let you know how to make this place a bit safer for all of you. The Police as you see also got this under control. Trust us to do our jobs. We will make this better." The group huffed but led the way into their housing, Drift following behind them, hoping he was right.

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The war was over. Cyberton was in an odd state. Shockwave was leader, the Decepticons and Autobots were scattered. You could even say they were shattered factions. (Roll credits.) The two factions in the war now needed to find a way to co-exist somehow. Putting that dreadful war behind would not be easy. The Decepticons' leader, Megatron, had unfortunately ceased functioning. Killed by that traitor, Shockwave. Soundwave would rip out that traitor's spark if he had the chance. But the Decepticons were not fully lost. They were nowhere near their previous power, however. They had much fewer numbers, not as strong a fighting force, and they had a leader who could not even hope to amount to what Megatron did.

Soundwave was only there because he had nowhere else to go. He would almost certainly be executed for the things he had done during the war. So he stayed with the army that the previous Second In Command of the faction had gathered. Starscream. It would certainly take getting used to. Starscream is not the leader Megatron was. But perhaps that could change with time. Soundwave would have to stick around to see that happen, and stick around he would.

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He was fuming, any bot that was an inch from him got shoved out of the way, and others, well they got thrown. It was very typical of Starscream when he threw a tantrum, to flick pain on others.

Being treated like the under dog for so long, he had picked up habits, and mold them.

But, this time was different- his attacks were more brutal then the normal. Starscream wasn't sure who gave the cadet the go to scout energon, with out a group. Something was off, Starscream couldn't put a digit on what.

Turning on the communication, the channel had been switched to private- just in case any was listening in. Had pinged in Soundwave, :'Find out who on Primus gave authority for a one bot solo mission, on finding energon!' Starscream said, almost half shouting, leaving his comm open for Soundwave response.

Takeing a sharp left turn, the Seeker stomped with each step. Dearing anyone to stop him, behind him was the sound of petter patter steps from small peds that came from none other then Rattrap, "Sir! Please slow down!" Stopping in his tracks, Starscream spun around, his servos now propped onto his his. "Did you already taken care of that mess?" The new Warlord said, in a demanding tone, rushing the mechanic vermin.

"Yes, Mord! I did what you've asked of me-" without giving him any further ado, Starscream turned back around and started to walk again in big strides. However it didn't seem like Rattrap was finished, "I need to talk to you! About Cybertron-" with this Starscream stopped in his tracks.

"Speak, and make it fast." The once Second in command command, not giving any room for small chit chat. "Well, uh. There's been reports- about disappearing bots back on home." Rattrap paused, in order for Starscream to react. "Witch fractions?"

"If my calculation and resources are correct- both." Rattrap held a datapad in his servos, clutching onto it as if it was his life line.

"Is that so, Then tell me, whose your resources, and how did you found about this?" Rattrap began to shift his pedes looking nervous. "The mech you killled-"

"Finish your report, then once your done leave the data in my quarters. Once done, bring up the dead bots profile- see what's all on his background history!" Starscream shouted, by now- he was more mad at himself to act upon reckless thoughts and actions, which made his mood even more sour.

Rattrap better prayed to the all spark, that this was just some miscalculation- rumors no less. If not- Starscream had more on his servos then that a war he was sure he was going to lose.

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Drip, drip, drip. That was all that could be heard in the lab, Shockwave was collecting it; it's unknown for what reason but it seemed important. To the side was a whole diagram of the standard Cybertronian anatomy, there were beakers everywhere. To his right was a list of Decepticons and their pictures, most were all crossed out except three, Soundwave, Starscream, and Archangel. His experiment betrayed him, now was the perfect time to strike. At the bottom of the list was Megatron, his first victim, this was all part of the plan to save Cybertron. After a few hours had passed underneath the lab, he walked out into the barren wasteland which was Kaon.

|The Office|

Shockwave made sure he didn't have any energon on him, he didn't want to arouse suspicion to his actions. He landed, waving to his secretary, his fake persona was just to be clear. He walked up to his office, he sat down in his chair. Moments after, his secretary called. "Mr. Shockwave, you have a visitor from the Police Department, someone called Archangel." Shockwave was surprised, why would he want to see him? "Bring him up, we'll have a talk."

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Archangel was waiting in the lobby as the secretary contacted Shockwave of his arrival. He scowled as he wished the bot would call him by his rank as he introduced himself before but it seemed to have slipped their processor.

"He's waiting for you now, Archangel. He's at the top floor." She told him.

Archangel bowed his helm respectfully as he hid his sudden dread. "Thank you." He said before he walked past the counter and entered the lift. He pressed the top floor option on the lift's console and the hatch slid shut in response and began to ascend.

Archangel's servos clenched tightly as he grew tense and tried the venting technique Rung taught him to calm him down, however his emotions were overwhelming which deterred his efforts to relax. Despite his failure, he hid how he felt rather well as he remained stern as soon as the lift came to a stop. The hatch opened into Shockwave's office. The large purple mech was sitting at his desk and seeing him again made Archangel feel sick in his fuel tank.

"Commander Archangel of Iacon's Police Department. I have dire reports that acquire your attention." He said seriously as he placed the datapad on his desk. "We've been having multiple cases involving cannibalism in the streets due to lack of energon supplies. The public wants actions regarding the issues before they manifest into more riots."

[signaturedish]

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

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

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

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

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

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

Until he meets the heir to the marauders. 

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

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

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

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

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

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

Started teasing back.

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

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

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

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

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

It was worth a little chewing out later, right?

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

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

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

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

“Hey there, fragger.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

But Skywarp wasn’t listening anymore.

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

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

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

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

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

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

“You’re a femme?!”

...

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

Hope you liked it!

[shikai-the-storyteller]

Cyberverse watch! Episodes 1-10

EPISODE 1

Bee you are ADORABLE

The cartoons always seem to start off in the middle of a desert huh

Lmao this is mean but imagine if bee missed the ju-- OH NO I WAS JUST KIDDING BEE

BUMBLEBEE IM SO SORRY I WAS JUST KIDDING, I SHOULDN”T HAVE MADE THAT JOKE

Gosh I’m so glad Windblade seems like one of the main three, like, she’s one of the main people in the intro and everything

Oh man we’re getting right into the bakstory huh

THERE”S TINY PERCY

“We couldn’t be sure if it’d actually work” Windblade says as she jumps through it without any concern or sense of self-preservation

AW SHE HUGGED BEE Windblade is so cute

IS THAT...SKYWARP

It’s so hard to tell the seekers apart

AW MAN I LOVE WINDBLADE’S SWORD And I love that her wings are retractable that’s so cool

STINGER that’s a new ability for ol’ Bee

OH THAT”S THUNDERCRACKER alrighty, sorry bud, I always think you should be green for some reason

JEEZ LOUISE WINDBLADE THAT CORTICAL PSYCHIC PATCH

I wonder if Windblade is still a Cityspeaker in this show :O

oh ANNNND THAT”S THE END OF THAT EPISODE man I forgot they were only 11 minutes. Alright, what the heck, let’s do some more

EPISODE 2

Alright I’m pretty sure that pretty purple seeker isn’t Skywarp but  idk what her name is yet

Aw grumpy Bee is cute

HER FANS JUST FLEW OFF???? WE’RE JUST PLAYING FAST AND LOOSE WITH THESE DESIGNS HUH I gotta say I’m a fan

“I’m going to create a distraction while you--” *camera zooms out to show Bee’s wandered off* I LOVE THEM

Yeah Windblade may not be a Cityspeaker in this series but she’s definitely a babysitter lmao, poor gal

OH SHE IS A CITYSPEAKER THAT”S AWESOME I wasn’t sure if they’d keep that part of her backstory :’) I’m so glad

Awww they hugged again :’)))) Windblade and Bee’s friendship is so cute!!

AAWW AND AGAIN!!! GOSH I LOVE THEM “We were friends once” “We still are” WEEPS!!!!

EPISODE 3

Windblade: BUMBLEBEE STOP DRIVING SO BADLY IM TRYING TO MONOLOGUE

Windblade: I’m going to plug into your brain with this cortical psychic patch and access your memories Bumblebee: I don’t believe this woman’s ever gone to medical school

Lmao way to sum things up Bee

TRIFORCE CUBE ALLSPARK

I wonder if the Allspark swallowed up / locked away his memories AH and as soon as I started typing that some weird glowing stuff started happening lmao

Ah and there’s Starscream, the dork

Man had Saling not warned me about Peter Cullen not voicing Optimus I would’ve been totally caught off-guard by that. Man, I hope Mr. Cullen is doing ok

I DON”T KNOW WHY BUT MEGATRON SAYING “AHAHA OPTIMUS PRIME” MADE ME LAUGH SO HARD

STARSCREAM TOOK OFF HIS WINGS AND THREW THEM WTF

LMAO SHE JUST TRIPPED HIM OFF A LEDGE #Get rekt Starscream

SCARY LADY WHO THE HECK IS THAT

SOUNDWAVE

MY BOY!!! IT”S HIM THERE HE IS!!! I JUST GASPED

SOUNDWAVE I LOVE YOU SO MUCH!!! YOU”RE DOING SO GOOD

OH MAN AND HE CAN TALK???? SOUNDWAVE BABY BOY!!!!!

OUCH poor Optimus

Optimus: Good thing I was a pitcher in my middle school’s football league *chucks Allspark through the space bridge*

EPISODE 4

That Allspark looks so much like a dice....I wonder what would happen if they rolled a nat 20 on it lmao

GRIMLOCK??????

WHEELJACK?????

lmao wheeljack looks like such a dork I love him

OH MY GOSH IS THAT CHROMIA??? SCREW THESE GUYS, THERE”S MY GIRL!!!!

Lmao I love that Windblade’s essentially “Kingdom Hearts: Chain of Memories”-ing Bee’s memories

Optimus: Meet back here in 20 astrocycles Grimlock: Sure thing! *whispers to bee* What the heck is an astrocycle Bee: *Shrugs*

Bee: I don’t know, but this place is the pits I LOVE HIM?????

It’s so weird hearing “intellectual” Grimlock lmaooo

Bee: *grumbles* Optimus would’ve thought that was a funny joke YOU ARE PRECIOUS

Optimus: Bee, watch your footing, the ground is starting to shake Bee: Thank you for that wonderful observation, Captain Obvious

Those bugs are making such cute sounds as they attack them that’s so cute

Aw Optimus, you’re such a good guy, what a sweetheart

Dang, they have a lot of autobots on that ship

UH THEY SHOULD LEAVE AT LEAST ONE PERSON AWAKE

EPISODE 5

Aw man the snow and mountain background in this episode look so pretty

WHY IS BEE HOLDING A GOAT SO CUTE

Bee: They were very kind. They took me in as one of their own WHY! ARE! YOU! SO! PRECIOUS!!!!!

Windblade: You want a what? What is a food processor? THEY”RE SO CUTE!!! GOSH I LOVE THEM 

oh man the backgrounds on this show are absolutely beautiful

Man, you know what it’s so frickin cool that Windblade’s essentially the main character of the show (plus Bee, but mostly her) :’)

“I thought they left all the useless bots on Cybertron” “Clearly not, if you’re here” OH SNAP

Bee’s just sitting on the ship watching bad human TV while Windblade’s off risking her life lmao, I love him

Slipstream is such a moron, why would you throw a flier off a CLIFF

SHE”S A FLIER

I love how Windblade says “Ugh, I was attacked” as if it’s just an inconvenience and not a huge deal

EPISODE 6

OHHH IS THIS GLADIATOR MEGATRON

YEAHHHH IT IS

AHHHHHH BEE HIGH-FIVED SHOCKWAVE, THAT”S SO CUTE I was wondering what the context was behind that

OH MAN THERE’S ARCEE AND RATCHET

AHHH AND THERE”S SOUNDWAVE They’re all standing beside him!

MEGATRON JUST SAID “TIL ALL ARE ONE” IM CRACKING UP

Optimus: I do not intend to start a fight Bee: What if he doesn’t listen? Optimus: He will listen to me 8′((((( and so it begins </3

Lmao also:  Optimus: I don’t intend to start a fight Optimus two seconds later: *chucks a bot*

OH MAN SHOCKWAVE LOOKS SO INTIMIDATING I LOVE THAT

“The file clerk is here to air his grievances” OHH it’s interesting to see what sort of backstory they’re giving Optimus in this universe

Megatron: You are wasting your time Optimus: It is never a waste of time to speak to an old friend I AM CLUTCHING MY CHEST,  YOU GUYS ARE KILLING ME RN

GOSH THIS IS THE MOST DRAMATIC BREAKUP EVER THIS IS KILLING ME IM SO SAD

That one lady Decepticon: *grabs onto Bee and flips him over her head* Me: *CONFLICTED HEART EYE EMOJI????*

SOUNDWAVE!!! IM LOVE YOU!!!! I LOVE YOU I LOVE YOU!

GOSH I AM RENDERED INCAPABLE OF COHERENT THOUGHT OR SPEECH WHEN HE COMES ONSCREEN

Bee: Megatron may have torn out my voicebox, but he can’t keep me from talking. I love to talk! Talk talk talk talk.... Windblade: *laughs* Shut up! *weeps into my hands* This friendship is so wholesome

EPISODE 7

AW Decepticon ships have pong on their ships that’s adorable

What is the deal with this cube...is it a person....

AW IS THIS THEIR FIRST MEETING, THAT”S SO ADORABLE, gosh, what a dorky way for Windblade and Bee to meet

IT”S A SPORT OH MY GOSHHHH that’s amazing, I don’t think I’ve ever seen any sort of Cybertronian sports, that’s so cool! I always wondered what kind of sports / games they’d be into

lmao Starscream is so unimpressed with Windblade for liking the game

Ahh Windblade’s taller than him! That’s so cool!

LMAO Bee: You seem different. You’re not like other jets

GOSH THIS EPISODE IS LITERALLY MEAN GIRLS BUT WITH GIANT ROBOTS THIS IS HILARIOUS

Lmao yeah Starsream, because no one’s going to notice the cube is suddenly red instead of blue

AW NEITHER OF THEM REMEMBER HOW TO PLAY CUBE that’s adorable

EPISODE 8

Ugh, there really aren’t any good places to watch episode 8 so I’m watching it all broken up

YO VELOCITRON EXISTS IN THIS UNIVERSE NICEEEE It’s so cool seeing the colony planets!!

YO VELOCITRON LOOKS SO C

OH MY GOSH THERE’S HOT ROD!!!! I LOVE HIM OH MY GOSH BLURR IS HERE TOO!!!!

HOT ROD!!!! RODDY!!! YOU SOUND SO CUTE I LOVE YOU!!!!

Wait wtf is that evil wheeljack??? WHO IS THAT oh wait Plague of Rust??? that doesn’t sound great

“HOT DOG”

I really like Bee’s voice ahhhh he got such a great voice actor

Hot Rod and Blurr’s banter is so fun, that’s really great, and Bee’s like an excitable little kid!!! I love him!!!!

Blurr you stupid twunk, you gotta get out of there THAT RUST IS SPREADING SO FAST

OH NO HIS WHEEL GOT SOME RUST ON IT

OH SHOOT THEY’RE REALLY GONNA KILL BLURR HUH

DANG DUDE WELL OK THEN

EPISODE 9

Nicccce good friends sparring

WHO IS THIS CREEPY MULTIPLE EYED GIRL oh her name is Shadow Striker

*MEANINGFUL SILENCE AT THE WAY THEY STRUNG OPTIMUS UP*

“Ugh, I don’t even like being alone in the room with him” “I don’t like being left alone with you!” LMAO

Bee is so cute, he’s trying to psych himself up

LMAO THE GUARDS ARE TALKING ABOUT THEIR PREFERENCES AND THEIR BOSS that’s so cute what losers

AW MAN I thought Bumblebee was gonna hug Optimus that would’ve been cute

There’s so many seekers in this series!

Man I wasn’t sure what I’d think of Cyberverse but I’m really enjoying myself! It’s such a cute heartwarming show!

...I say, right as Shadow Striker attempts to do a murder / suicide thing with Bumblebee

“What’s your problem with me?!” I MEAN YOU DID BLOW HER UP BUMBLEBEE, CAN YOU BLAME HER FOR BEING MAD

EPISODE 10

Epic space battle! 

BEE YOU DON”T HAVE A SPACE-FARING ALT MODE WHAT ARE YOU DOING

MACCADAMS

THAT”S...DEFINITELY NOT HOW I THOUGHT THAT WAS PRONOUNCED

RIP buff Rung theory, you will be sorely missed

RATCHET!!! GOSH HE DOES SOUND LIKE A WEIRD NEW YORKER that’s an interesting take on his voice! I wonder how they decided on that

SOUNDWAVE!!! SOUNDWAVE I LOVE YOU SO MUCH I WOULD DIE FOR YOU!!! AND HE EVEN HAS BACKUP DANCERS!!! Of course the crowd is going wild for him

AW MEGATRON AND OPTIMUS *whispers* datenight

WHEELJACK AND SHOCKWAVE AW THAT”S SO CUTE They’re both dorky science nerds / proud papas to the shocklets and OH MY GOSH DID SHOCKWAVE JUST LAUGH THAT”S SO CUTE

Gosh I love seeing the bots talking about sports that’s adorable

MACCADAM IS TALKING ABOUT THE FUTURE goshhh. I still see buff Rung but actually getting to meet Maccadam is pretty neat

DEADLOCK AHHH aw he’s so timid!! I love him :’) 

CHROMIA!!! I LOVE HER!!! And aww she’s making the same argument she does in the comic

OH NO DEADLOCK POOR GUY what a sweetheart, he’s just out here doing his best 

YOOOO MACCADAM THAT”S SICK AS HELL, IM SCREAMING

THIS DUDE DEFINITELY TAKES AFTER HIS PAPA RUNG

I need to draw Mac and Rung together, I NEED to see them hanging out

“To friendship” AW THAT”S SO PRECIOUS GOSHHHH

I CAN”T WAIT TO SEE MORE OF THIS SHOW I LOVE IT

[the-energon-hole]

Nsfw Tfp Optimus, megatron and poly breakdown/knockout reaction to seeing their human naked but human is embarrassed and hiding their face due to so many scars they have in their body

((A/N - Nudity is not inherently NSFW my friend, uhm, also this might seem a bit selfish but I took “scars” and replaced it with “fat” because I am writing this in the sense that I know what it is like to be humiliated because you are fat and unattractive- I don’t know what it is like to be seen as unattractive because of scars.

I mean I can assume it’s the same feeling, but assuming things makes an ass out of you and me as they say, so if you don’t like this feel free to let me know and I will tweak it to fit your narrative better and not mine.))

Optimus Prime

-The two of you were similar in many ways, which was most likely one of the reasons why he felt as if you were the missing piece to his whole spark, and he sometimes liked to stop and think about all of the good similarities you two shared whenever he was feeling doubtful. You were both so wise in the sense you had life experiences others had not thought about having and you both had become apart of something bigger than yourselves which in turn caused you both to have people come to you for advice on just about anything and everything, you both were thrusted into leadership roles due to that wisdom and experience you had come to possess even if it was not the role you wished to play at the current time, and you both had an immense love for your people and species as a whole which sparked all kinds of interesting conversations that he loved to hear you speak great things about humanity and what they have to offer. However with the good similarities that were shared between the two fo you there were the bad ones that he had to acknowledge about you two as well- you were both so good at bottling things up inside and burying them deep inside until those feelings become to full and swell up into a manifestation that takes on the form of an emotional breakdown that you cannot allow others around you to see as it was very hard to witness a leader fall over and cry in anguish. He had anxieties about failing his people and his species when it came to his duties and his role as the Prime, you had anxieties based on your outward appearance and presentation to those around you who have a tendency to not take you as seriously as the situation would call for. He has noticed a lot of humans have a lot of opinions about who you are and how you behave just based on how you looked on the outside- you told him once that it is because you are a bigger person and people tended to assume you were just very lazy and very rude- just someone who constantly ate and ate and selfishly consumed resources more than what you really needed. He did not understand that bias against you from other humans, as Cybertronians came in all kinds of shapes and sizes and it wasn’t something that their species was concerned about- so it was a little hard for him to sympathize with how you say you were being treated. It is not that he didn’t believe you, he can see how upset you get when someone assumes something about you when they don’t even bother to know you, it was just a strange thing for humans to discriminate against. To be fair, Cybertronians kind of did the same thing, but bigger bots were made to do bigger labor jobs and weren’t told they needed to change in order to fit some kind of made up standard of beauty the marketing industry is pushing to sell more cosmetic items.

-You were probably as comfortable as anyone can get around their partner when you actually thought about it, as you probably could not ask for anyone better for you than that big boss bot who tried his best to make you feel like a queen. He was also so kind and patient with you whenever you expressed any kinds of doubts or disbelieves to him that it almost made you cry a few times how he was so willing to listen to what you had to say when others just wanted nothing more than to see you burn for who you were. Human bodies and biology were very complicated issues, and you have admitted to him that you have done everything from extreme dieting to not eating at all while nearly harming yourself permanently in that process from all of the physical activity you put your body through just to make you feel as if you can belong with all of the other beautiful people out there. Nothing ever seemed to work for you, so the only other logical thing to do was to just accept who you were as a whole which included the outside bits as well, and you are trying every day to just love and accept yourself for who you are and what you looked like- but it was harder than it looked whenever you can barely even stand to look at yourself in the mirror in the mornings. You ended up crying in front of Optimus because those feelings about who you are on the outside began to surface from the area you liked to bury so deep inside you were finally ready to burst- the thing that ended up pushing you over the edge, it was a woman at the supermarket that came up to you and angrily told you to get bigger clothing because your shirt rode up a little as you reached to get something off of a high shelf. It was degrading and embarrassing the way her tone had such an angry bite to it as other people stopped to look you up and down to make their own determination and judgments. You couldn’t get out of that store fast enough as you basically ran home and just threw on your biggest sweatshirt and baggiest jeans and sat on your couch trying really hard not to let that old crone words get to you. They got to you though, they got to you hard, as this was something that always happened to you whenever you just tried to normal things like go shopping for groceries- it was why you never bothered to dress up or to try when it came to your appearance, what was the point when it felt like no matter what you did someone always had something to say. This was why when in an intimate moment of Optimus just holding you as you cried, he asked to see you in your bare form so that he may see witness what it was that all these humans fuzzed over. It was such a blunt yet innocent request that you almost balked at the idea of the Priem seeing you as who you really were when you were not trying to hide behind clothing and beauty products. You panicked a little and told him no at first- you were afraid he was going to reject you, that he would find you repulsive and throw you away as so many before him have done when you all but essentially bare your soul to them as you would exposed yourself to him physically. He insisted wholly that he wanted to see you as you are while stroking your hair and telling you that nothing can change how he felt about you- that your physical appearance is apart of who you are and that you shouldn’t be afraid to show him all of yourself. He had a point to that argument, you can’t just keep hiding under large clothing in order to feel like you have a fake sense of power- you need to own up to who you are, so as you stood before him without anything to cover yourself, the stretch marks and the cellulite in all its glory you felt a feeling you never had before as Optimus went in to touch your face with a gentle caress. Was this confidence? Whatever it was you knew he was serious when he said he would love you in all of your entirety, fat or not, and you cried tears of joy as you leaned into his touch- he really was the other half to your missing piece.

Megatron

-It was something that the war lord picked was able to pick up on about you very quickly, as he would always watch you react time so harshly time and again with this very passionate anger whenever some bot like Starscream threw crude comments your way poking fun at your outward appearance. He noticed the raw anger and emotions in your voice as it cracked a little while you screamed at the offending bots for implying you were “more squishy than the normal human he has seen”, you went ballistic in calling him all kinds of bad names that it almost made him laugh because you were just so snarky, had it not been for the fact he can see you were fighting back some real tears and some real truma. It was a sensitive topic to you for some reason, he learned about it more once he finally got you to spill your guts to him when he began to ask really personal questions you weren’t expecting him to care about. Megatron was always an enigma when it came to personal subjects that he cared to know about you- sometimes he wanted to know everything and sometime he wanted to know nothing, as he would chalk up some of your reasons to behaving strangely to “humans and their awkward societal views”. It turns out humans are more strange than he anticipate, as apparently you were judged a lot for doing just random things around your home city simply because you were a little rounder than the average human, which he never saw as a problem because really why would that mean anything? You told him a lot of people in your society had this weird sense of superiority and pretentiousness and that “thin privilege” was a very real thing, as you were always forced to buy extra plane tickets even though you never once spilled over the sides realistically as people just hated flying next to “sweaty and heavy breathing” people, and how every single medical doctor you have ever had has warned you every single tim eyou would com in even if it was just for some minor medication that conditions “brought on by fatty and sugary foods” can kill you faster than some forms of sickness- and it just drove you nuts to the point where you will just lash out at anyone who tries to point anything out anything about you bigger body. It was one of the things he was attracted to you for, you were so fierce and unafraid to call people out on their stupid bullshit, even if it did seem they had some kind of advantage over you be it power or grace- you didn’t take any shit from anyone, and that power was kind of intoxicating for him to see whenever you decided to just all your emotions loose. If this weren’t a serious situation he would have joked about how you should just destroy them because they were obviously too ignorant to know what real beauty looked like.

-He knew he was poking a proverbial bear when he decided this was his best course of action, he knew he was rattling your cage to the point where you were going to do something so drastic that you would end up in tears after, but it was worth it to him if he can  finally get you to talk about what was bothering you. He wasn’t a patient mech, and getting to the point was something he felt like he needed to do, since this timidness was not you and you needed to work through whatever anxiety this was going through plaguing your mind so you can be much more sharp and ready to deal with whatever situation should arise in this war. Your stubbornness will be your downfall one day as this little intervention was taking longer than he anticipated to get you to your breaking point, but, if this is what needs to be done so that you can clear your mind and as a result become closer to him, than well that was perfectly fine with him as he prefers you when you are at your best anyway. You were screaming up at him while you were nearly in tears as he said so many cruel things about your experiences being unbelievable- “I think you are exaggerating, no one with a brain would do those things to someone” and “It cannot be that bad- maybe you are just being overly sensitive”. It elicited some kind of raw anger that he was hoping to see you portray in a weird way, but it was a big surprise to see you become so angry over him just invalidating your experiences as he will have to remember not to ever do that to you under a serious circumstance, you began to throw your clothes off angrily while screaming about proving him wrong as you held your arms out as if to prove that what you were saying was true and real. You stood are in front of him as a way to challenge his doubts of your stories, and as you let it sink in that he can see everything from your stretch marks to your rolls, you suddenly became shy as a school child and all that anger you had just melted away. You tried to cover yourself as the tears began to fall as you felt so much sahem for showing so much weakness to Megatron like this, he must think you are a foolish weakling best left for dead which caused you to begin shaking a little-what a jerk Megtron was! He planned this! He wanted to humiliate you so he can get on some kind of power trip about how superior and good looking he was compared to you- just like those who think it’s funny to throw things at you on the street for just doing nothing more than just walking home while screaming “Hey, cheeseburger I think you need to go jogging in stead”! His reaction to your shift in emotion was surprising though, and as he moved your arms slowly away from your body, you can swear you were waiting for some kind of pain of him just mushing you between his claws. Instead however, you got something akin to sweet kindness- Megatron just poked curiously a little at your soft bits around your tummy, you giggled as you were very ticklish and couldn’t help but smiling sadly the quizzical look the war lord was giving to you. He told you that there was nothing wrong with you, that as far as he as concerned, you were the most beautiful little beacon of light in this universe that he would be willing to chase after until he turned into nothing but space rust. Wow, he really was romantic, and you sniffed a little as you continued to smile brightly up at him, you had to tell him that you were actually getting really cold and should probably put something on so you don’t freeze to death.

Knockout/Breakdown

-Knockout was attracted to all things beautiful! He had an eye for things that were glittery and bright, but another hidden talent he had was for finding those proverbial diamonds in the rough, and he knew that those that had the ability to hide their beauty from the public were absolutely the best gems to polish and shine so that they can rule the world as the killer beings they were destined to become! He thought Breakdown was the most handsome bot he had ever seen, with such a killer personality and an amazing ability to quip back and forth with even the most silver glossa’d bot, that he was shocked others did not share his potential- it was fine though, that just meant he could have his dear Breakdown all to himself and that the world didn’t deserve to witness his real beauty. You- oh, he felt the same way about you when he first laid his sinister little optics on you, he noticed how you can seemingly navigate the human world without turning heads all that much due to your appearance being quite frankly a little bland, but he could see it right away that you had the same gleam and glimmer that Breakdown did. He is going to put you on display for all to see, or well for at least hims and Breakdown to fawn over, but first you were going to have to come out of your shell to do that and he knew just how to make you break free from that safe space you call a shell. Breakdown didn’t understand why Knockout tried so hard to change your outer appearance like he tried so hard to do with him when they first met, but he wasn’t one to question Knockout’s intentions as closely as he does to other bots, and his wily ways of wanting to bring the beauty out in everyone was actually kind of cute. Breakdown didn’t mind so much all the aesthetic changes Knockout made him to do his frame all the time, but he knew you were a little more sensitive to changing how you looked on the outside, so he tried to be that buffer between you and Knockout whenever you got overwhelmed by all of the ranting and ravings. Breakdown knows Knockout can be a little eccentric at times, which is hwy over the bond he constantly has to remind him that you were of the more sensitive variety, and that he needs to speak in softer tones and with less harsh demands. More than that though, how the heck did Knockout even know where to get some of those fancy looking clothes he gives you whenever you show up on the ship each week after you have had your fill of the human world. They might share a spark, but Knockout was still an enigma to him with those little secret things he does, he personally thinks it’s cute and quirky when he gets all insistent you would look good in this new sparkly thing he “found” for you- and he knew you kind of appreciated it when the doc would dote on you most of the time, but when it came to specifics like clothing and hairstyles well you kind of clammed up and never really explained why. It was kind of frustrating to Breakdown, as he was so used to the open honesty one gets when you bond with another Cybertronian- because it was actually almost impossible to keep hidden emotions away from someone who could literally tell what you were thinking without having to say it, but he wasn’t so good with words and he didn’t know how to ask you. He would have asked Knockout to, but then he was afraid that you might think they were ganging up on you to try and  pressure you to tell them something you aren’t ready to talk about yet. He loved you to death, but for the love of Primus, if there was only one thing he can change about you it would have to be the fact that you were born a  human and not a Cybertronian.

-Breakdown had no idea this was coming, and he regrets not being able to read the warning signs ahead of this situation, but this is what it he was talking about when he says he feels frustrated that can’t tell what it was that you were really thinking. Knockout must have crossed some line that he couldn’t tell was there, because one minute you both were fine and happy just talking about different things, and the next you were hunched over holding your face in shame as he could hear your muffled sobbing a little through you hands. Oh he could feel the guilt running through their bond as Knockout turned to him while cutting his hands to his chest while giving him that quizzical look to see if he would know what was going on with you today, or maybe you told him something you didn’t tell him- which was fine, but it would have been nice to get a heads up if there was something he shouldn’t talk about in front of you. Breakdown just shrugged to indicate he had no idea what was going on, and as he felt Knockout pull desperately at their bond for some kind of answer to make this situation an better, he felt himself sigh audibly as he rubbed the back of his neck in an awkward motion. In the end when Breakdown wasn’t able to give any kind of indication as to what he knew what was wrong, which was honestly no surprise to Knockout as he took it upon himself to regain his composure as fast as possible in order to put on that suave mask he does whenever he gets nervous. He took his clawed hand and ran it through your hair in that soothing way that they both knew for sure you liked, you calmed down a little from quiet sobbing to no noise at all and it seemed you were brought out of whatever stupor you were in, but when you looked up at them with a sticky glistening face of dried out tears it hit both of them right in the spark. You looked down and rubbed your arms a little while you sniffed and tried to compose yourself from your accidental and rather breakdown- you can see it in thehri faceplate that they have no idea what is going on with you, and you can’t really blame them as sometimes you can’t control the things that trigger those awful memories. It wasn’t something you were comfortable talking about, and it wasn’t something you liked to share out loud and relive as you would have to walk them through whatever it was that traumatised you, but they deserve an explanation because they were so kind to you al the time and they did not mean to do anything wrong. You admitted that sometimes it was hard to see that”beauty” Knockout claims to see in you that he likes to boast about being there, that for so long so many have called you out for being this ugly troll that so many thought you to be, that it was almost impossible not to believe them after so many would corroborate that testimony. It took you by surprise when Breakdown just yanked your shirt over your head as you gasped loudly while trying to grab back at it out of his grasp. It was to late and you felt so bare and cold that you instinctively covered yourself while asking him why he would do something so cruel. He waited for a moment before he responded with “I don’t know what you mean, but I don’t see anything other than beauty here” and you looked up at him with your mouth gaping open like a fish because when the heck did Breakdown become able to throw such a romantic one liner like that at you, to which Knockout took his claw and closed your mouth gently while saying “more beautiful if you stopped gaping at us like that, my dear”. You laughed at that, you should have known that they wouldn’t see your body the way you see your body, and that made you kind of grateful that they had such a different world view. No human might find you attractive, but here you are almost naked in front of two alien robots who would tell you everyday that you are pretty before they let you forget it. It was nice, and a good reminder that you are indeed worthy of their affection and love, no matter how ugly you perceive yourself to be.

(05/20/18)

[dimension-heroes]

The Combiner Wars Chapter 6

Among all the ruins in the center of the city; one towered over the group much more than the others. Daybreak snapped a few photos of the stadium before climbing down towards a rip in the structure. He moved his wings back and squeezed through, stepping away to let the others follow him. They'd managed to get by, now showing off the decent interior. It looked to be a hallway with signs still hanging. Food court, balcony, and seats; all pointing right, above, and left. Daybreak walked up some steps, passing by the balcony sign. Skillet nodded and followed with the others right behind.

    The blue Seeker reached the top, finding himself on a platform with thick railings. He looked around the interior of the main section of the structure. Empty seats all across the bottom, the ground below for players remained stable. The others came up, all stared at where they were. Airstrike came close to a flagpole that had thick lights deactivated. “What events did this stadium host?” Airstrike asked. “Races, this place got a lot of attention for hosting a controversial event.” Daybreak explained. “What event and why?” Skillet asked. “Seeker races, they used to be popular, till mechs in them attacked the crowds or property. It was difficult to tell who had weapons or not.” Daybreak answered. “Did you used to go to the races?” Slenderwave asked. “Yep, documented them, most focused on one mech who I used to know.” Daybreak sighed. “Who was this fellow?” Diode asked. (The Seeker leaned back on the railings, flipping through images till showing one to the group.

    In the photo were seven mechs, three fliers and four grounders. Two bulky grounder mechs with thick tires. Next to them were two other grounders, one looking like from Iacon and another with a love of music. A purple Seeker was above the fancy mech. On the other side were two others. Both fliers, a tall blue one, and a short black armored one. A smile came to Daybreak's face) “Day?” Slenderwave asked. “I remember the good days with them.” Daybreak replied. “What're these guys names?” Diode asked. “The two bulky grounders are Smokestack and Hoss, their brothers. The Seeker is Thruster, he was the fastest mech in Vos!” Daybreak grinned. “How about those two fliers? Did they come from Furglace?” Skillet asked. “Oxidation and Starclash? Yes; Oxi had a short temper, not good considering Starclash is much taller and can taunt him. Those two would always compete against each other.” Daybreak sighed. (His wings drooped as Slenderwave looked at the screen) “And who are the last two?” Slenderwave asked. “The music one is Pressure Bar and the other was Deadline. I took this photo during the war. They were my good friends in the mess. Thruster helped when Starscream thought about executing me.” Daybreak explained. “What happened to them?” Diode asked. “I don't know, it all happened so fast.” Daybreak paused. (He got out his camera, flipping through the images till stopping on a video. The group huddled together; seeing the interior of a Decepticon base. Daybreak started it, the camera shaking as a mech came in. One more bulky and having weapons on his shoulders)

    “Stay in your quarters! Don't try to escape when you can hide in here!” The mech yelled. (He slammed the door shut, leaving Daybreak to adjust his camera and keep recording. The mech turned the camera towards his face) “What's going on now? I hope it isn't the Autobots coming towards us.” Daybreak paused. (There was a loud roar, one sounding like seven mechs screaming before the camera stopped)

    “So, when did this happen?” Slenderwave asked. “It was a few days after my friends went missing.” Daybreak answered. “Day, show me that image again.” Airstrike requested. (The Seeker nodded, returning to the group photo. Airstrike pointed at the green mech) “Deadline?” Diode asked. “I saw him when I was recovering from my long stasis.” Airstrike sighed. “Anything else about that?” Slenderwave asked. “Yeah, I woke up inside of Shockwave's lab. I saw him staring at me, he was afraid. Before I could try to talk, two mechs attacked and dragged him off.” Airstrike answered. “Did you hear any noises?” Daybreak asked. “The ground shook, the same roar, before the capsule I was in closed off and moved to a safer location.” Airstrike answered. “It couldn't be.” Daybreak paused. “We can talk about the past another time, for now, its best we look for the Enigma.” Slenderwave spoke. (Daybreak nodded, not noticing the reflection of a figure above them. Blue and purple, focused on the green and white grounder) “Deadline...” The femme whispered.

    (The group split to different stairways. Skillet, Daybreak, and Slenderwave went down. Airstrike and Diode took the steps going up towards the food court. On ground level the two grounders and Seeker stepped onto the large seats) “This place, its not too bad compared to the rest of the city.” Slenderwave stated. “Getting anything?” Skillet asked. “No, the tablet isn't helping us here.” Daybreak frowned. “If I do remember, the trophies are further in this room.” Skillet said. (The three kept walking, going towards the race track. A figure in the darkness hid, staring at the soft blue armored Seeker.

    The two bulky members of the team arrived to a food court. Chairs and tables placed down, looking more like closed hours. Airstrike walked past a few chairs, seeing some images of the history of the building) “Wished we could've been here on brighter days.” Airstrike sighed. “When we find the Enigma, those days will come sooner.” Diode spoke. (He came up to an image, then getting out his gun) “Huh?” Airstrike asked. “Never expected to see you two here, right Stompsquatch and Shadowspawn?” Diode huffed. (Airstrike turned, finding two mechs. One of a strange creature, the other a bulky wolf. Both transformed, getting out their weapons)

    “How nice to lead us to a potential path to the Enigma!” Shadowspawn grinned. “Yeah, if we don't find it, we'll still enjoy tearing you to pieces!” Stompsquatch laughed. “I'll enjoy tearing you apart.” Airstrike growled. “Don't let your rage get to you.” Diode soothed. (Both fired upon the duo.

    Stompsquatch rolled behind a few tables as they flew up. Shadowspawn stepped onto a few before diving down at Airstrike. The large red mech growled, throwing the ninja wolf off him. Diode transformed and fired a few blasts at the blue mech. Stompsquatch threw a table at Diode, the metal breaking apart upon the blast. He transformed into a short beast, claws and teeth ready as a motor blast fired from the cannon on his back. Diode drove away when the blast destroyed a former restaurant.

    The blue beast stomped over to the tank, lifting up Diode and throwing him towards white and red armor. Airstrike shoved the ninja wolf away, letting the former general crush the Atroticon. Stompsquatch stared; Diode transformed and threw the wolf back at the other member) “Want some more?!” Airstrike yelled. “No, we go back to the others!” Diode ordered. (The war mech paused, glaring at his teammate before giving off a faint nod. Both bolted towards a different way out. Stompsquatch came up to his comrade) “We must go after them!” Shadowspawn snarled. (The monsterbot nodded and the two followed.

    Swindle chuckled, putting his binoculars down) “Looks like we've got a few thieves roaming around in the stadium.” Swindle smirked. (The other Combaticons nodded) “Onward, where we will find our real answers.” Onslaught ordered. Everyone cheered and ran for the stadium.

[black-strike-otp]

part 90

I’m dead inside. Send me warm fuzzy things. Like pics of cute animals and happy music and and and hugs and love. Yes.

The triad of bots guzzled the energon Blackout handed off to them so fast Novastrike thought she might purge just watching them. Compared to the weeks of aged energon they’d been drinking, this energon seemed far more rich and pungent in flavor. She couldn’t imagine how these bots who looked so weak and emaciated could possibly keep it down. Who knew how long it had been since they’d had a fresher cube; but by all estimates, Nova found it unsettling that they could easily drain their drink and not feel sick.

She caught Blackout’s gaze staring down at her as he stood guard over their substantial haul of energon and equipment. The giant casings sat locked up just by his pedes. Like her, he had resisted taking a cube of energon to keep his servos free while they eyed the three bots.

As the first femme finished off her energon cube, Novastrike spoke up: “So, you were saying something about having a gang of other bots you were a part of?”

“Yes,” the femme agreed as she held her empty cube tightly to her chassis. “Other than the three of us, there are dozen of other bots part of our group. We’re just part of one of the few groups left on Cybertron.”

“We never left during the mass exodus, you see,” she went on. “None of us wanted to take part of in the war. Neither Megatron or Optimus Prime offered reliable reasons or positive changes for the war, or its end that still has yet to come. I guess you could call us cowards for not making a choice.”

“I don’t see you as cowards,” Nova offered with a slight smile.

Blackout gave a low grumble in his throat. Novastrike passed him a slightly deprecating glare. She gave the tiniest shake of her helm towards the imposing giant.

Looking between them nervously, the femme continued: “We’ve lost many over the years from lack of energon. This is probably the freshest energon we’ve had in a long, long time.”

“There’s no sources of fresh energon anywhere on the planet?” Blackout broke in.

The femme shook her helm. “Not that we’re aware of. If other groups know of any fresh energon, they’re not sharing the knowledge with us.”

Some of the spirit drained from Novastrike’s spark. They’d come all this way, across the cosmos itself, to try escaping Megatron’s tyranny. After a regrouping, she hoped that they could head back out into the universe themselves and see about discovering the Rising Star. Get in contact with Nighthawk, discover the ship, and bring justice one way or another upon Neutroboost if he still lived.

But there was nothing here. Not any longer. No energon flowed to the surface still, the situations were dire, the run-ins with scavengers and Inseticons infesting the planet made it clear that their world still was not healing fast enough. Decades may have passed waging war off Cybertron now and yet still the planet was suffering.

Maybe there would be no great rebirth in their lifetime. Or maybe the damage left the planet too fargone. What if Nighthawk’s predictions had been wrong, and it would never again be able to host life?

“Where does your circle of bots reside?” the obsidian behemoth growled as he watched the other two finish off their energon with a sideways glance.

“A few kliks out from Maccadam’s Old Oil House,” the mech stated, ending in a whack upside the helm by the femme who just chugged the rest of her energon.

“You can’t just go telling them that!” she hissed.

“What- they don’t know the exact location, and they just gave us energon!” the mech seethed, raising a threatening servo. “You don’t tell me what to do, Data!”

Crossing his arms tightly in front of his chassis, Blackout turned his peeved faceplate down to Nova. She could only shrug sheepishly as the duo started to swat at each other.

“So,” she uncomfortably raised her voice. “What’s your designations?”

“Well, that’s Data,” the first femme speaker stated, pointing to the argumentative hothead slapping the mech. “He’s Fireforge, and I’m Staticircuit. And the pair of you are...?”

“Nobodies,” Blackout sharply stated.

Deadpanning up to her handsome escort, Nova turned a brilliant thousand-watt smile back up to the confused femme and stated as she jerked a thumb up to Blackout, “He’s paranoid, and I’m Nova.”

“What kind of a designation is Paranoid?”

“I think she means he’s feeling paranoid.”

“Oooh. Wait- a big bot like that could be scared of us?”

“I’m hardly scared of the likes of you,” he defended, glaring at the formally bickering Data and Fireforge.

Narrowing her optics slightly, Novastrike shook her helm up the obsidian mech. He glowered a moment longer at the other two before finally glancing to her, sensing her stare. After holding her gaze a moment, he glanced away with a muttering.

She understood his unease. After so many years of backstabbing and fighting, he held up a barrier to himself and everything else in the world. It still amazed her she managed to somehow find a breech in his walls to get inside. He simply didn’t budge easily to interaction, and wasn’t open to the possibility of allowing anyone else if he could help it.

Sighing, Nova offered an apologetic smile to the threesome as she calmly spoke up, “If you’re aware of any reliable bots to trade with goods with here on Cybertron still, we’re actually looking for a dealer- or market of some sort.”

“I’m afraid we only truly interact with the other factionless on the planet,” Staticircuit spoke up with a sympathetic smile. “The majority of the Autobots have departed with the exception of some of the Autobot Wreckers who are still online, and Shockwave and his minions.”

Surprise suddenly flashed in Blackout’s optics.

“Shockwave’s here?”

“Yes,” the femme stated, her optics showing her surprise. “The mad scientist is here. Have you heard of him? I mean, of course you have, he’s a bit uh... insane.”

Looking between her mech’s worried expression and that of Static, Novastrike tilted her audio receptor slightly. The name rang a bell, but she couldn’t place a face to it. As a factionless rogue herself for the majority of her life, she didn’t recall hearing many reports on this name.

“Who’s Shockwave?”

Staticircuit turned her helm very slowly to Nova, her expression steely and her voice even colder as she responded icily, “Shockwave’s a Decepticon scientist; helm of the science division under Megatron. He’s frequently abducted bots still on this planet. Sometimes they return, but they’re never the same. Their frames are different and more often than not, their processors warped and distorted. They don’t even act like the same bots.”

Chills ran down the little femme’s spinalstrut. She glanced up to Blackout’s grimacing face and back to the trinity of bots before her. Data and Fireforge were gripping each other in a tight embrace now, all malice forgotten. Staticircuit, on the other servo, looked both haunted by memories but had a strong exterior. A hardened veteran who came to understand this war.

“That’s... disturbing,” Novastrike stated with unease.

“Not only disturbing, but currently proves that Starscream was lying when he reported in the Decepticon database logs that he was offlined by Autobots,” Blackout sneered. “Lord Megatron’s going to love that.”

“Lord Megatron?” Fireforge eched, his faceplate growing alarmed. The mech’s green optics moved over Blackout’s armor for a moment. He overlooked the Decepticon logo on his arms a few times before double taking.

With a shriek, the mech suddenly clung to Data once more. The femme, smaller in comparison to him, let out a wheeze as she struggled to intake cooler air. She squirmed weakly, trying to shove him off.

“H-He’s a Decepticon! He’s going to hand us over to Shockwave!”

Staticircuit and Data lost it. Novastrike pressed her servos to her audios as she dialed them down, gritting her derma at the sudden delirious screaming.

“Hold on, wait a nanoklik-” Nova pleaded, watching as Fireforge practically threw Data as he turned to run.

“Wait- wait, wait just- just hold on- would you three shut up for A MOMENT?!”

Fireforge froze, half teetering to flee. Staticircuit went silent, save for her sniffling as she tried to resist tears, and Data still wailed loudly.

Luckily, Fire crept over and slapped a servo over her mouth.

“I let you spend too much time with Nighthawk,” Blackout quietly mouthed.

Ignoring her beloved’s mumbles, Novastrike released a vent. “We’re not here to take you anywhere. It’s habit that causes- him to call Megatron his lord. We’re not kidnappers. Look at his insignia’s, they’re ill-defined and faded. You didn’t even notice them until just now. He’s disowned that lifestyle and has been living with neutrals.”

“Prove it!” Fireforge squawked, retracting his servo from Data’s maw as she ceased screaming.

“I don’t need to prove anything to you,” Blackout threatened, leaning over the mech as he shrank beneath his looming frame.

Thinking fast, the white-armored femme looked up to Staticircuit as she noted, “Have you ever heard of the Rising Star?”

Static shook her helm, but Data let out a soft gasp as she leaned forward eagerly.

“I know the Rising Star! It was originally a transporter ship that was put out of work by the war. Autobots had been using it, fixing it up for exodus, but a mech named Guard took the Rising Star! Some of the Autobots that had been repairing the transporter even went with him, while others were forced to head for the Ark for refuge.” she stated with glee, clapping her servos together. “They got a single voice-layered message I heard that stated he was sorry for stealing their ship, but had to protect his own. Nicest damn mech you could ever met. He never got a temper, I swear. Did you two know him?”

Nova and Blackout exchanged pained glances.

“We knew him,” Nova offered softly. “He’s... offline.”

Pity and sadness quickly enveloped the femme’s blue optics. She pressed a servo against her chassis.

“My condolences.”

Staticircuit cleared her vocalizer, tilting her helm to Data as she inquired, “Can you vouch for them? Does their story sound accurate?”

“Well I don’t know, I was never off Cybertron,” Data fumed. “But I knew of that ship, and it’s commander. What was the other guy called...”

“Neutroboost,” Blackout snarled viciously.

“That’s it!” Data cheerily agreed, nodding her helm. “Yeah, he was the one madly in love with the seeker Crookedwing. Poor mech. Got his name for a good reason; should have realized he couldn’t get outta there in time when he can’t even fly.”

Novastrike winced slightly, memories rising up from the depth of her processor. A slow vent escaped her as her audios flicked back against her helm, tail drooping. It was like being punched in the gut and deflating all at once.

To her left, she could hear the ominous growl moving through Blackout in a continuous cycle. He sounded more animal than bot; flexing his servos against his chassis into fists.

“Actually, are any of you aware of a high-frequency transmitter here on Cybertron that still works and can send a message out into deep space? We need to get a message out to a couple of our friends that we’re okay and uh... contact some others.”

“No bot has anything like that I’m afraid; not even Shockwave, or at least, we think so. Otherwise he most certainly would have hailed back some of the Decepticons by now, right?” Fireforge acknowledged.

Tapping a digit against her faceplate, Static let out a slight noise in the back of her throat. “You know, maybe we should bring them back with us.”

“What?!” Data hissed.

“Well- invite them at least,” Static insisted, ignoring the other femme’s furious gaze. “They offered us energon. Maybe someone else will have a better idea on how we can return that favor and look into finding a class A transmitter.”

“You’ve no idea how much help that would be,” Nova breathed out with relief.

Raising a digit, Data growled her next words out, “Static, we can’t just drag these bots-”

“They gave us energon, Data,” Staticircuit grated in a snappy tone, “and the big one hasn’t taken it upon himself to slaughter us.”

“Just because they were generous to us doesn’t mean all the other bots will be so appreciative if we bring them in,” Fireforge reminded her.

Nova looked up to Blackout. He gave the smallest shake of his helm. Her lower lip wobbled in a slight pout, drowning out the three bots conversation as she blinked her optics pathetically at him.

He shook his helm again.

Scowling, Nova let out a sharp vent as she turned to the servoful of rogues and announced, “There’s a small chance we have enough energon to try offering to some of your group, but it will greatly depend on the scale of numbers we’re looking at.”

“That would be enormously generous of you,” Staticircuit breathed with awe, looking embarrassed.

“Yeah,” Blackout drawled out slowly in a grumpy voice. “Generous.”

“Would the three of you mind leading the way, please?” the small femme asked, glancing up to Blackout with a defensive shrug and sweet smile. “We really could use any help we can possibly get trying to get a hold of our friends.”

Looking between each other a moment, they three bots finally smiled slowly to each other. Staticircuit nodded her helm slowly to them, beaming a proud smile.

“We’d be happy to.”

~

Staring into the furious reddish-orange optics glaring down at them, Novastrike was beginning to think this was a bad idea.

“Ye just can’t go bringing strays in like this!” the mech snarled, whipping his helm around to stare at the trio of bots behind him.

“Clawfist-”

“Tut! Shut it.”

“That’s an unfortunate name,” Blackout mildly commented.

“Ye!” the mech shouted, spinning on the ebony giant now. “How dare ye spoil me name! What’s yours? Ebonydarkness?”

Baffled, the dark armored mech simply stared with a dumbfounded expression to the smaller mech.

“It’s a pleasure to meet you, sir,” Novastrike stated peacefully, bowing her helm. “We’re sorry for startling you and your-”

Tapping his pede impatiently on the floor, the mech gave a quick shake of his helm. It startled Novastrike into silence as he bent over at the waist, leaning very far down towards her. She found herself instantly stepping back hesitantly from the highly flexible mech.

“Was I speakin to ye, missy?”

Thunder rumbled in Blackout’s chassis as he took a menacing step forward. The thud of his pede was heavy and weighted, causing dust to swirl around them in the darkness of the underground room. Nova blinked rapidly as her optics readjusted in the dim lighting and past all the dirt to look up at the mech as he retracted quickly, seeming to realize with suddenness that he had been mouthing off a rather dangerous looking huge mech.

Clearing her vocalizer, Novastrike extended her servo in a polite gesture as she stated, “We were just hoping to speak to a bot in charge here, sir.”

“There’s no specific bot in charge here,” Fireforge spoke up. “Bots come and go as they please, no one’s in charge. There are rules made under common agreement of the bots. One of the first was not to bring outsiders in unless by popular vote of the majority agree upon it.”

“Which none of ye idiots respected,” Clawfist muttered.

“Who do we speak to about this transmitter then?” Novastrike cut in desperately.

“Whomever you wish,” Data piped up happily. “Some might be a bit more willing to cooperate than others. You’ll get to understanding them pretty quick.”

“They’ll likely be more inclined to speak with you if you offer them the energon though,” Staticircuit brought up.

Suspiciously, Clawfist leaned forward once more. Not willing to let he snotty mech any closer, Blackout let out a warning snarl to the mech. He quickly leaned back and took a few more hasty steps away.

“That’s not going to make you any friends though,” Staticircuit proposed, glancing over to Data and Fire as they anxiously went to hold servos.

It sounded like they had little other choice. Some of these bots were going to be liable to recognizing Blackout or misjudging him right off the bat for his Decepticon logo. As far as Novastrike could see, their only hope was that these bots were so desperate for energon that someone might be willing to help them.

Looking up to Blackout, she offered a sweet smile. He raised an optic ridge slightly to her in an unspoken question. With a tilt of her helm towards Clawfist, Blackout seemed to gather her implication. Rolling his optics, he stepped closer to the mech.

The cowardice of the bot wasn’t to be mocked. Nova could only imagine, frag she could recall, how overwhelming Blackout’s presence could be. Dark crimson optics staring through you, a hard faceplate, harsh lines, thick armor, battle scars and scuffs all wrapped in a cloak of shadows. He growled unhappily as leaned down. At his pedes, one of their cargo boxes sat. He pulled out an energon cube, offering it to the half crazy bot.

Without considering his actions, Clawfist swiped it from Blackout’s servo before he even offered it.

Angry snarls emitted from the dark-armored mech, and Nova made a gesture with her servo towards him for calm as she offered a warm smile. With a huff, he placed a pede over the box and dragged it backwards away from the mech.

Watching as Clawfist swiftly went about consuming the glowing blue fluid, Nova swished her tail back and forth behind her as she chewed on her lower lip. If they got the same reaction this bot gave them as every other, it was going to be rather difficult gaining anybot’s trust.

The moment the rogue finished off the cube, Novastrike drilled him: “What do you know of intergalactic transmitters, and can you help us find one?”

“Find one?” Clawfist scoffed. “No, such devices were taken off Cybertron, destroyed, dissembled during the exodus.”

“However,” he went on, “I just might know a couple’a bots who may know a thing or two ‘bout building one of them things.”

A dazzling smile crossed Novastrike’s faceplate. She looked up to Blackout, whose impassive faceplate merely glowered the mech in front of him.

Turning her face back to Clawfist, she eagerly nodded her helm. “That would be spectacular help, thank you so much!”

~

By the end of the week, they had just about been integrated into the rogue population society. Blackout wasn’t particularly keen with handing out just about every bit of their reserves to the bots in this factionless group, but the end results had yielded more promise than he’d originally thought it could.

For one thing: they actually had help. Clawfist hadn’t been wrong in bringing them to a few bots who did know a thing or two about building transmitters. One even confirmed there was a bot in another group on Cybertron who had personally built a number of them back when Cybertron had frequent communication with its cyberformed alternate planets out in space that had been seeded.

With a bit of persuasion and some extra energon, the bot had agreed to find them their mech. They had went with a small crew, promising to be back with the bot. Blackout wasn’t sure if they would return. No matter how much he offered to go, or to send Scorponok with them, they had turned down his offer each time.

“You’re a Decepticon legend,” one of the mechs had whispered upon hearing his name. “We can’t risk you scaring off the opportunity by coming with us. Trust us, he’ll come.”

And this was the basis he had to now live off of. Two days later. All he was told was to trust.

Such a concept was still new to him, and even less so offered to those he hadn’t inadvertently spent years getting to know. He would not hand it out so easily, not as Novastrike did with each bot here.

< You learned to have faith once, you can learn again, > Scorponok would inform him.

< Why should I give them the opportunity when they’ll just as soon drain me for energon? > he’d retort.

And they left it at that.

Days waned and waxed with Cybertronians moons and the falling and rising of the fun. He wondered if the bots would return with this expert they promised.

But in the mean time, they had at least found yet another temporary residence. And if he had to admit one thing, it was good to see Novastrike smiling like she used to again. A little fractured still, a bit unsure of these bots too, but she was not him. She was a creature of light and social interactions. A permanent solitude did not suit her.

And he feared his darkness would infect that light if left with him too long.

~

Ascending through Cybertron’s upper atmosphere, Blackout’s viewers scanned and looked out over the planet below. With supplies running low having traded and gifted to these rogue bots so frequently, they were in need of energon already. The well established stash they’d managed to obtain was dwindled down to a few cubes saved between himself, Novastrike, and Scorponok.

Humming comfortably, Novastrike leaned back in the seat of his alt-mode. He focused on her internally between scans of the outside world. The light of her optics shifting in the bands of sunlight filtering in the canopy, the shine of her armor, the beauty of her illustrious frame.

“Scorponok discover anything yet?”

Slightly taken aback by the question, Blackout sent a ping to his minicon through the bond.

< Any signs of energon yet? >

< Nope. Just a whole heck of a lot of rubble. I did find some canisters of plasma for Novastrike though. I have them with me. >

“He says he found plasma canisters for your guns,” Blackout verified. “Nothing else.”

“Awww, that thoughtful bug,” she cooed. “Would you mind thanking him for me?”

While Novastrike’s words echoed in his helm, Blackout sent a visual and audial feed to his partner of the small moon goddess. He gave a feeling of gratitude for her kindness through the bond gradually before retreating into his own thoughts.

“He appreciates the acknowledgment,” he stated.

Giggling quietly, the little femme nestled against the seat further with a nod. Blackout felt her idle digits draw against the arm rest of the seat. They drew strange images and symbols, and as he distractedly paid more attention to what she was doing, a sense of warmth pooled into his spark.

“I love you too,” he softly spoke; his voice silken as it radiated through his form.

Squeaking, Novastrike’s optics fluttered on and offline as she pressed a servo over where her spark lay in her chassis. Blackout gave a quiet snickering laughter at her reaction.

“Shouldn’t you be paying attention to things outside?” she snipped.

“Hard to when you’re writing ‘I love Blackout’ on me, soft-sparked femme,” he playfully jibbed.

“What I should be ghosting against your armor is ‘stubborn aft’,” she countered with humiliation, pressing her audio stacks against her helm.

“I can’t disagree with that.”

“Oh- stop that, you know I don’t mean it.”

“I’m quite proud of my stubbornness, actually,” he mused.

“You know, that doesn’t surprise me in the least, actually,” Nova sighed.

Chuckling, the massive flyer altered the speed of his thrusters as the flaps on his alt-mode space vessel shifted. Angling slightly, they descended further to the ground slowly, coasting more or less now.

Warped and malformed cerametal formations disappeared beneath them as they glided by. What once may have been a utopia, a home, an amusement park ride, a work building, they were but mere shattered sections of discolored silvers and grays. Most blackened still with soot or turned with rust and covered with dirt that blew over the planet’s surface.

Movement appeared over the surface. With gold and ashen charcoal, Scorponok surfaced only to delve back into the planet’s surface. What should have merely looked insignificant seemed fluid from the small mech; a relation to that of marine life on Earth breaching the water only to surge back under.

Images flashed inside Blackout’s interior as the various camera views were displayed above the viewing glass. He skimmed over the planet’s surface with mild irritation. Scorponok wasn’t picking up on anything down below, and according to his aged maps of the planet, they were nowhere near any former energon springs or energon banks. There were no oil houses around here for miles. Perhaps it would be best if they simply abandoned this area and moved on to a more reliable area and risk running in with some scavengers.

Movement inside of himself had Blackout placing his attention on Novastrike once more. She raised a servo up, indicating to one of the screens.

“What’s that?”

Not this again.

Praying it was anything but another bot in distress, Blackout placed his attention on that viewer. Sure enough, something appeared to be moving through the remains of a building.

“Scorponok,” Blackout vented through the comms. “We have a bogey; I’d say roughly 140 degrees to my position. Mind checking it out?”

A shrill metallic cry answered through the communication channel. Novastrike visibly winced from the noise that crackled through feedback.

Circling around, Blackout began to lower closer to the ground. The rumble of his thrusters went from a purr to a bit more of a growl as exhaust fumed heavily out the back.

Tapping down awkwardly on the uneven surface below, Blackout popped the door open that entered directly into the canopy.

“Stay close.”

Nodding her helm, Novastrike went to climb out. The moment she was free from being ensnared in his armor, Blackout transformed into bipedal. His digits flexed slightly. Turning his optics down to her, she indicated she was ready to go with a nod while pulling her pistols out.

Moving through the tangle of mangled structures, Blackout lead them through and in the direction they had seen the movement occurring. It was only a few kliks from the position they had landed in. The arm that contained his cannon began to shift back panels of metal, revealing the deadly weapon as the array of panels rearranged themselves.

Up ahead, he could make out the sound of pedes scraping against the ground. A ping in his processor came from Scorponok, requesting to intercept.

Not even a full nanoklik after he gave his response, there was a loud shout on the other side of the remains of a building.

Lifting his artillery, Blackout hurried around the knotted and gnarly figures of metal. Beneath him, his pedes crushed any remnants of buildings and glass below as he charged over the hill made of broken architectures. As he spun around a wall, a bellow of fury escaped him, raising his cannon. Heat spilled out of the tip of the weapon as it released a brilliant glow, ready to be fired.

Doubt clouded his faceplate as he held steady, unsure of the silhouette before him.

The bot turned slowly, removing their servo from Scorponok’s helm as the bug clicked happily. They moved to stand up, looking just as bewildered as Blackout felt.

“Blackout? Is that- you?”

Startled, the obsidian mech turned his optics down to Novastrike as she hurdled over some nearby debris. His cannon transformed back into a servo as he raised it passively down to her. The aggressive baring of her derma suddenly faded as she raised her audios up from her helm, looking to him with confusion.

“Blackout, what the Pit?” Nova hissed, turning to look at the bot that was staring at them.

“Don’t shot him,” he stated gently and with a smile. “He’s not a threat. Not to us, anyway.”

[cybertronianlovenest]

The bitch named Karma: Section 6

The medbay doors slid open to show Jazz trying to rip out the energon lines. I sighed, stepping forward to catch his hand. He growled and swung at me but I caught the arm. His optics got so bright as he saw me and for a second he just looked before launching himself into my arms as tears ran down his face. "Shh Jazz... It's ok now." He chocked on a scream, fingers digging into my armor as if I were the only thing keeping him alive. Maybe I was if his actions were anything to go by. For the next half groon he just laid there, wetting my plating with tears before he's was anything even close to calm again.... Soft little squeaks tickled my audios as his frame jumped just slightly with each one. "Now you've made your vents glitch... I don't ever want to hear of you doing something so foolish again." He sniffed before another squeak got out. "Wanted to see ya so bad... Carrier wouldn't let meh though..." "Because he did not want to risk you being hurt Jazz. He is worried when you're with us. You don't understand how things were before and I hope you never have to. If you were my little mech I wouldn't ever let you out of my sight! There was a lot of fighting, before and not everyone is willing to put it aside to accept change. What you did was no under any circumstances OK. Do you understand that?" He whimpered but finally nodded his helm. "Sorry Prowl... Won't do it again. Please don't leave meh though! Meh spark hurts when yer not with meh!" A few more tears slid down his face and Megatron wiped them away. "I will not try to keep you apart if you promise not to try that again." "Promise carrier! Ah just want Prowler!" Soundwave vented a sigh as Megatron pulled Jazz from my arms into his. "You nearly gave me spark failure! Do you have any ideas how scared I was?!" Megatron nearly crushed him in a hug before he wiggled free and hopped into my arms once more. "Soundwave. I want you to scan my spark. I believe it may resonate with Jazz's since I've been having unexplained pain the last few cycles. Ratchet couldn't find any reason and it started shortly after Jazz let his foolish notions take hold." He winced some as I gave him a look. "Ahm sorry! Ah don't know what else ya want!" His little arms crossed over his chest as I lifted him higher so Soundwave could run the scan. He made a surprised noise before scanning again. "Soundwave did not really believe Prowl may be right... It is no wonder Jazz reacted so badly to being kept away. They are sparkmates." Megatron's optics brightened in shock as I pulled Jazz closer. "Primus why must everything be so confusing?" Jazz snuggled into me burying his face in my neck. "Yer gonna stay a while, right Prowl?" My optics flicked to Megatron who blew out a vent. "He is welcome anytime he wishes if it will keep you happy." Jazz smiled against my neck and I held him closer. It felt so good to have him back.... Jazz POV: My frame stilled as I watched my prey step out into the light. I was going to get him this time. A breeze shook the trees and I shifted with the shadows so I wasn't spotted. My prey stopped moving suddenly and I sank further back into the shadows so I wasn't detected. He just stood there for a long moment, looking around the area before he suddenly exploded into a mass of fur. The shock was almost enough to make me give up cover as I just stared at the huge wolf. 'Prowl...' He was bigger than my carrier like this. I swallowed thickly, watching as he lowered his helm to the stream to drink. The late day sun glistened off his fur and I was betting it was really soft. My peds shuffled forward and his helm whipped around to me. His audios were straight up and I knew he'd caught me. It was best to give myself up before he mistook me for a threat now. Facing a giant angry wolf Prowl was not on my to do list. His lips pulled up over his denta and I scrambled from the brush. My ped got tangled in a vine and I tumbled helm over peds down the small slop to land with a huff at his peds. Prowl's optics were so bright as he looked at me, one paw held up like he wasn't sure what to make of my sudden appearance. Maybe he wasn't. Maybe I'd finally managed to sneak up on him. That made me grin as I pushed myself to my peds. "Ah almost had ya that time! Would'a had ya if ah didn't think ya'd think it was someone else and take a bite outta meh aft!" His mouth opened slightly before he nosed at my shoulder until I fell over. A laugh escaped as his whiskers tickled my belly. "Come on Prowl! That tickles!" His helm cocked to the side as he finally plopped down on his aft letting me dust myself off. I smiled and hopped onto his back, crawling to his helm before he flopped down suddenly, leaving me scrambling for purchase. My aft bounced as it hit the ground and I landed on my back he watched me. "What was that for?!' A fang peeked out from under his lips as a paw caught my leg tugging me closer so he could nuzzle a dent on my arm. It was soothed with a few licks before he stood and shook himself off. One paw landed next to me as the other batted me over. His denta nipping at my belly very lightly. 'He wants to play!' I grinned wide, jumping at him and he bounced out of the way barking at me as his tail waged. His chest hit the ground as I lunged again and he dodged, jumping around me in circles he nibbled me very lightly. I was glad he didn't want to hurt me, he wouldn't have to try hard.... Prowl POV: I hadn't had this much fun since Jazz had left me! I really hadn't expected him to be open to me being a shifter, but he was, and he'd seemed to enjoy it. He was smiling so wide as he bounced after me through the woods. It was well past dark now and soon Jazz would need to rest, but for now I was happy to have my play mate. He jumped on me, denta lightly biting at my neck though a sound made me still. Jazz followed my lead and I listened until I heard it again. "Jazz!" It was very light, and I knew I must have gotten farther than I thought for him to sound that far away to my audios. Jazz popped his helm into my vision. "What is it Prowl?" I sighed and licked his helm a few times before snatching his scuff bar and taking off at a run. I didn't need Megatron getting worried and I couldn't run nearly as fast on two legs as four.... The base came into view and I set Jazz down so I could shift back. "Best not to mention this to your carrier. Most believe shifters to be nothing more than energon thirsty killers." He frowned as I picked him up once more and stepped into the clear so Megatron could see us. "There you are. I had worried maybe you'd run off again." He was taken from me and handed a cube and a few goodies as a cube was tossed to me as well. "Sorry about that. He followed me out. I needed some time to my self away from the others. We got distracted playing." Jazz smiled though his carrier gave me a look as he noticed the dent on his arm. "What did those come from?" Jazz shrugged. "Probably playing. Ah got a lil carried away! It was so fun though! And ah finally managed to sneak up on Prowl without him knowing!" I snorted, poking the back of his helm. "Yeah. Right up until you tumbled down the bank and landed on your helm." "Hey hey! Ahm telling the story here!" He swatted at me and almost fell from his carrier's arm before he caught him. "Well it sounds like you've had quite the day. It's time for you to rest now though. Prowl, my brother called for you nearly a groon ago. Go call him back before he thinks that we've eaten you." Jazz opened his mouth to say something before realizing it wasn't a good idea and stuffed a goodie into it to cover. I smiled and rubbed over his helm, placing a kiss there. "Rest well Jazz. I will see you once you wake." He nodded, and waved as I slipped into the base to go speak to Optimus..... The monitor was lite up when I entered the room and I tapped the button, answering the call. "I'm fine Sir. Megatron informed me you wanted to speak with me. I was out most of the night cycle with Jazz." Optimus inclined his helm. "You can't blame me for worrying, Prowl. You are in their base and my brother has a formidable temper." "That may be, but It does not over shadow his love and concern for Jazz. He would not risk hurting me and no one's else is willing to risk their spark to do so either. Being Jazz's sparkmate makes me untouchable." He vented. "Just be careful. I don't want anything to happen to you." A knock sounded at the door before it opened to reveal Starscream. "Jazz is refusing to recharge without you." I sighed. "I will speak to you later, Optimus." The feed was cut and I followed the seeker to the twins room where Jazz was waiting... He threw his arms up as soon as he saw me, and I smiled, scooping him up. "Are you being stubborn again my hard helmed Spook?" He gave me a sleepy smile and snuggled in. "Can't sleep without ya..." "I bet you did not try very hard." He smiled a little wider. "Bet yer right. Just wanna be close to ya." I sat on the bed, flopping back. "And I you Jazz... And I you..." Jazz POV: Prowl lifted his stick a little higher as I looked for an opening. He was waiting for me to make my move. He'd been training me for the last few deca-cycles. I thought I'd made pretty good progress. I'd managed to take him from his peds a few times. That was only because it was practice though. If we'd been playing for keeps he'd have killed me long ago. My peds shifted forward, and I ducked low, aiming to take his left leg. He anticipated it though, shifting his weight to the other so he spun around planting his ped on my aft and sending me sprawling on the floor with a huff. "Sloppy. You seem to be working in reverse this cycle Jazz. You started much better than you're ending." The stick was tapped against my neck before he offered me a hand up. I grunted as I was tugged to my peds once more. "Come. You will do better after a break to cool down." That sounded good. He'd kept me busy today and I was getting hungry. "Perhaps Soundwave could keep Prowl busy until Jazz is rested." I blinked up at my sparker as he stepped up to Prowl. One of his doors twitched as my sparker placed a hand on his back, guiding him away... Prowl POV: I groaned as fingers dug into my doors housing the second the door shut. "You keep that up I won't last long!" He chuckled in my audio. "We've already establish Prowl has far more than one overload in him." A cable shoved my valve cover aside suddenly and plunged inside me. A static filled gasp escaped my vocaliser before I was shoved onto the bed. "You look quite nice like this Prowl..." "So you keep saying...." I grabbed the cable, tugging it until he followed and landed over me. Both his panels were open as I rolled him into my former place and buried my glossa in his valve. He keened loudly, peds digging into the bedding as another cable joined the first. Yet another wrapped around my spike, stroking over it as I devored him from the inside out. Fingers curled around the back of my helm like he half expected me to stop. His visor was flicking as it usually did durning overload, it was very soon for that though. "You're very worked up today... Who's to blame?" He groaned just before lubricant gushed from his valve, laced with transfluid. I pulled away enough to look at him as he lay there, vents whirling and panting. "The frontliner twins. Sideswipe and Sunstreaker." My optics narrowed some as I placed a hand on his middle. "Tell me you're not trying to say what you think you are. If that is the case I will personally ensure they are punished!" He shook his helm side to side. "That won't be nessecary Prowl. They're only young yet and they did not hurt me. It was actually very enjoyable. At least until Optimus called them back and I was left with a charge on my chassis." I looked at him hard for a few seconds. "Are you sure? I am still second in command with Optimus, and I can have them strung up here next cycle." He chuckled. "Soundwave is sure. Besides, I'm quite fond of them." My optics brightened at that, but I wasn't given the chance to say anything more on it as he yanked me down, impaling himself on my spike. Clearly he wasn't in the mood to wait....

[hgfstreamchats]

Zootopia

thenightetc joined the party.

thenightetc 10:23 PM Hello!

highglossfinish 10:23 PM Hello there!

thenightetc 10:23 PM I'm getting picture, but no sound.

thenightetc 10:23 PM Wait, there's sound

thenightetc 10:23 PM It's just quiet

highglossfinish 10:23 PM Wonderful!

thenightetc 10:24 PM I turned it up just in time to hear a TINY mrow

highglossfinish 10:24 PM Wouldn't want to miss that.

thenightetc 10:24 PM Goodness no!

highglossfinish 10:25 PM I'm completely stumped for what to show. It's pride month and I've exhausted all of the good movies I can think of and quite a few of the bad ones.

thenightetc 10:26 PM Hmmmmmmm

thenightetc 10:27 PM Yeah, I'm not sure :u

highglossfinish 10:28 PM Right? Exactly.

thenightetc 10:29 PM And I'm not SUPER in the mood for tragedy

highglossfinish 10:29 PM Likewise.

highglossfinish 10:29 PM And they're *all* tragic. tik joined the party.

thenightetc 10:31 PM I mean, not ALL, but... disproportionately Teik joined the party.

highglossfinish 10:34 PM Any non-pride suggestions?

thenightetc 10:37 PM How abouuuut... Spirited Away?

thenightetc 10:37 PM Me trying not to immediately blank on every movie I have ever watched or wanted to watch :')

highglossfinish 10:39 PM Hmm, I don't think we've ever streamed Zootopia.

thenightetc 10:39 PM Oooooo!

highglossfinish 10:39 PM Done!

thenightetc 10:39 PM Sounds like a g....

thenightetc 10:39 PM Hmm

thenightetc 10:40 PM Police-themed, though

thenightetc 10:40 PM but then it IS furries

thenightetc 10:40 PM and it's a fun movie

thenightetc 10:41 PM *wheeze*

highglossfinish 10:42 PM Afterwards we can watch a few clips from the version they almost made as a palette cleanser. You know, the one that was brave.

thenightetc 10:43 PM Front row will get wet.

thenightetc 10:43 PM With the shock collars?

highglossfinish 10:44 PM Oh yes.

thenightetc 10:44 PM That's not exactly what actuaries do I don't think but you go kid

highglossfinish 10:44 PM Oh, honey. Thebes joined the party.

Thebes 10:44 PM hello!

highglossfinish 10:44 PM It's okay, it's also not what the police do.

highglossfinish 10:44 PM Hello there!

Thebes 10:45 PM awww, Zootopia~

thenightetc 10:45 PM oh WOW

thenightetc 10:46 PM Little on the nose there

Thebes 10:46 PM dreamcrushing: the prerogative of most if not all Disney parents

thenightetc 10:48 PM How the heck do they MAINTAIN that

thenightetc 10:48 PM *cringe*

highglossfinish 10:49 PM She's a rabbit, they eat their own waste. She'll be fine.

highglossfinish 10:51 PM Politics aside, it *is* full of charming little details.

highglossfinish 10:53 PM This isn't a hopeful song.

thenightetc 10:53 PM It's a bop tho

highglossfinish 10:55 PM Oh yes, this still counts as a pride movie, it has a gay couple!

highglossfinish 10:55 PM And there they go!

thenightetc 10:55 PM Rude

thenightetc 10:56 PM Ewww

thenightetc 10:58 PM it's her FIRST DAY

thenightetc 10:58 PM It would be dumb to put her on something important and dangerous

highglossfinish 10:59 PM Really making the world a better place, bunny.

highglossfinish 10:59 PM I forget which iteration it was, but didn't they originally have her on parking duty for longer than a day before she snapped and threw a baby tantrum?

thenightetc 11:00 PM I'm pretty sure that's what happens :u

thenightetc 11:00 PM Ewwwwwwww

highglossfinish 11:02 PM Very.

Thebes 11:02 PM So if anyone wants to brain-bleach away the image of anyone eating nose ice cream later, there are adorable videos of fennec foxes eating fruit all over the place

thenightetc 11:03 PM oh god

highglossfinish 11:03 PM Oh, shut up.

thenightetc 11:04 PM I wonder if he hammed it up BECAUSE she's a cop

thenightetc 11:05 PM Okay that's gross

thenightetc 11:06 PM Heheheh

highglossfinish 11:06 PM I like him so much.

thenightetc 11:06 PM Same.

Thebes 11:07 PM He smirks so... smirkily. I love it

thenightetc 11:08 PM F

highglossfinish 11:08 PM It's fantastic.

thenightetc 11:09 PM F!!!

thenightetc 11:09 PM haha that's just harsh

highglossfinish 11:10 PM It's her *second day.*

thenightetc 11:10 PM Hhahaha

thenightetc 11:11 PM Dibs

thenightetc 11:11 PM ...Okay so is there a separate police force for tinytown?

highglossfinish 11:11 PM Woudn't that just be adorable?

thenightetc 11:11 PM I mean, obviously the rhino, for example, isn't going to be running around in there

thenightetc 11:13 PM Look!  Plot!

thenightetc 11:15 PM That's so sinister, considering

highglossfinish 11:15 PM It really is.

thenightetc 11:16 PM No wonder his was the lowest-priority

Thebes 11:16 PM WHAT A COINCIDENCE

thenightetc 11:17 PM Ha!

highglossfinish 11:18 PM Is that legal?

thenightetc 11:18 PM God, his FACE

highglossfinish 11:18 PM Or that?

thenightetc 11:18 PM Probably not

thenightetc 11:18 PM Although technically we don't know anything about Zootopia's laws

highglossfinish 11:18 PM True.

Thebes 11:21 PM This shock and disgust is rather less effective than planned given the TOTAL LACK OF GENITALIA

highglossfinish 11:22 PM It really is.

thenightetc 11:23 PM f

thenightetc 11:25 PM f

thenightetc 11:25 PM pffffffff

Thebes 11:25 PM He is SO SMUG about the aggravation he's causing

highglossfinish 11:25 PM I love it.

thenightetc 11:26 PM It's.  Torture

highglossfinish 11:26 PM Hah!

Thebes 11:27 PM it's almost like he was coerced into being here!

thenightetc 11:27 PM gasp!

thenightetc 11:31 PM His face

highglossfinish 11:31 PM She's bad at every second of this job.

thenightetc 11:33 PM cmon I'm sure her mafia connections will come in handy

highglossfinish 11:34 PM That's gruesome.

highglossfinish 11:35 PM Or not, his eye is fine, apparently?

thenightetc 11:37 PM f

thenightetc 11:38 PM f

thenightetc 11:39 PM Nice

highglossfinish 11:39 PM Very nice.

highglossfinish 11:40 PM You know, they really muddied the issue of who's opressing who over what.

highglossfinish 11:41 PM I do love how one of them is a hippo.

thenightetc 11:41 PM f

thenightetc 11:41 PM where did they GET that

highglossfinish 11:43 PM One of their parents' closet for reasons they didn't question.

thenightetc 11:44 PM oof

thenightetc 11:46 PM He assumes he understands the gestures because he's used to working with a partner

thenightetc 11:46 PM She has no clue because she isn't

thenightetc 11:47 PM Good lord they're naked

highglossfinish 11:48 PM Not that one.

thenightetc 11:49 PM f

thenightetc 11:50 PM Ewwwww

highglossfinish 11:50 PM ...Do they think they're going to use them?

thenightetc 11:50 PM Wait do they just dump their sewage directly into the ocean?

thenightetc 11:52 PM awww

Thebes 11:52 PM I think they DO

thenightetc 11:53 PM Uhhhhh

thenightetc 11:53 PM Oh dear

highglossfinish 11:53 PM Oh dear.

thenightetc 11:53 PM oh my god judy

thenightetc 11:53 PM Nick reading the room there

highglossfinish 11:56 PM Because that's what happens at peace rallies.

highglossfinish 11:56 PM And that's what cops do.

highglossfinish 11:56 PM And that's the worst things can get.

highglossfinish 11:56 PM Oh, at least they put some pants on him.

highglossfinish 11:57 PM "Please bring back the Zootopia where we were all just as prejudiced but slightly quieter about it."

thenightetc 11:58 PM Oh like a mascot

highglossfinish 11:58 PM This hasn't aged well, has it?

thenightetc 11:58 PM Like milk.

Thebes 12:01 AM I mean it was already touchy when it was released, NOW it's a whole lot of unfortunate implications

highglossfinish 12:01 AM The shock collar version was ahead of its time.

thenightetc 12:03 AM *cough*

highglossfinish 12:05 AM That was fast.

thenightetc 12:05 AM See!  Those mob connections DID come in handy!

thenightetc 12:05 AM Very fast.  Like, three days?

highglossfinish 12:05 AM Always do!

thenightetc 12:05 AM Wait, I guess it was a few weeks

highglossfinish 12:05 AM What's the gestation period for shrews?

thenightetc 12:06 AM Looks like 17-32 days.  Huh

thenightetc 12:06 AM Breaking baaaaaad

highglossfinish 12:06 AM Hah!

thenightetc 12:08 AM Heheheh

thenightetc 12:14 AM Nice.

highglossfinish 12:15 AM Why are you there, Judy?

highglossfinish 12:16 AM "Everyone's racist, but that's fine, because there are no real systemic stakes!"

thenightetc 12:17 AM Sharing a chair

thenightetc 12:18 AM So is he faking the slow reflexes thing, or

highglossfinish 12:18 AM Good question.

thenightetc 12:20 AM Moment of silence for those sexy tigers

thenightetc 12:23 AM ...man

thenightetc 12:26 AM holy shit Thebes joined the party.

thenightetc 12:29 AM Nick's face

highglossfinish 12:30 AM ...I think the world needed that movie.

Thebes 12:30 AM messed up

thenightetc 12:30 AM yeah

highglossfinish 12:31 AM Any light notes to end on?

Thebes 12:32 AM someone posted video once of a fox on a trampoline irl

highglossfinish 12:32 AM Perfect!

thenightetc 12:32 AM That sounds cute!

Thebes 12:33 AM LOOKIT THEM PLAY

thenightetc 12:33 AM Yessss

thenightetc 12:34 AM awwww Jerusalen joined the party. Jerusalen joined the party.

thenightetc 12:36 AM Isn't this how everyone gets a pet

highglossfinish 12:36 AM It's how we got Starscream.

thenightetc 12:37 AM awwww <3

highglossfinish 12:37 AM Well, that's all I've got!

Thebes 12:37 AM Though to be fair if you tried to get rid of Starscream it'd be a lot less Homeward BOund and a lot more The Cat Came BAck

thenightetc 12:37 AM And it was all great!

Thebes 12:38 AM yes! thank you very much!

highglossfinish 12:38 AM As though we'd ever try to get rid of Starscream.

highglossfinish 12:38 AM ...Huh! Never thought I'd be saying that one unironically.

highglossfinish 12:38 AM Thank you for coming!

thenightetc 12:39 AM And thank YOU for hosting!

Thebes 12:39 AM thank you! Good night!

highglossfinish 12:39 AM Always a pleasure!

highglossfinish 12:39 AM Good night!