#predacon sparkling

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TFP Idea

While out on patrol Optimus sudden picks up a strange signal. Quickly driving towards the signal he finds what seemed to be a strange escape pod, while checking it out he spots what seems to be a sickly sparkling. Quickly scouping up the bitty Optimus heads back to base so Ratchet can give a check up.

After returning back to the base Optimus quickly hands a very confused Ratchet the sparkling before addressing the team. After explaining what he found Arcee and Bulkhead volunteer to scout the surrounding area to see if their creators are near by in different pods. Couple moments pass before Ratchet returns back holding the sparkling in a warm blanket, "Well, I have good news and bad news. Good news: the bitty will live, they are just sick with a cold and will recover in a day or two. Bad news: They seem to be a hybrid of sorts a mesh between predacon and a normal bot so very un-likely we will find any creators." The grumpy medic gave a sombre look before handing the bitty back to Optimus, the Prime let out a sigh before gazing down at the sparkling. "I understand Ratchet, but we can't turn our backs on someone who is in need of help. For now on I'll look after them"

A couple days later the once sickly sparkling is happily beeping and babbling while climbing up Optimus's leg. The prime gave a warm chuckling before scouping up the sparkling giving them a gentle nuzzling that makes them giggle. Everyone expect Ratchet and Bee are surprised to Optimus acting like a carrier towards this strange sparkling but they all agree its the cutest thing they have ever seen.

{Hope you enjoyed :D}

Oh my gosh 😭

I love this!

Carrier Opi strikes again!

Bee knew because Optimus is his adoptive carrier and Ratchet knew because he’s always been Optimus’s friend and has seen him take care of Bee 😭

Bee has a new siblings alert

[witchofthesouls]

Please...I need more DinoDad!Starscream crumbs. It's too cute.

Beg more, anon! It pleases me...

I'm just kidding, here's a snippet about them:

The names for the two more unfamiliar beast-modes came far more easier for Starscream. Quickstrike for the more mobile one as they scurried everywhere, pitching out a low, terrifying vocalizations that seem to echo throughout the cave. The name derived from the large, sharp talon on a spread, segmented pede -more akin to a servo and startlingly similar to the Earth avian creatures- used to hook across surfaces with little care. Undertow for the other as it suited the aquatic nature, disappearing down in the pools to wait for Starscream to venture into it and ram against his legs as well as the proclivity for scurrying underneath to trip him over like an overexcited turbo-hound or a durasteel brick of photovoltaicat sitting in the most inconvenient spot to its master.

The Predacon, however, proved more difficult...

Skywarp whispered his tribe's tales in Starscream's left audial, and Thundercracker murmured in the right one; their ghosts as haunting as the little one's blazing pink optics, tracking him quietly in that predatory manner.

It wasn't an focused sight of a small, clever creature, but with a gaze that shined with intelligence.

Starscream's throat constricted, intakes clicking and shuttering as he tried to dig through the buried memories of Skywarp's heritage. The little one was a Wild thing, so it was best to give a name suited by his Wilder trinemate's standards.

Vosians had done it by combining celestial power and future aspirations for the newspark or mentee. Praxians followed a tradition by imbuing a name with hunting. Those raised in the Wastelands were a brutal, practical people, and they have a waiting period to see what potential abilities emerge as well as to see if the newsparks survived in the first three cycles.

It took three months, but eventually Starscream settled on Tempest to honor the massive storms that once plagued Cybertron's surface and Thundercracker's own name as she once devastated a battlefield with sonic booms and for a similar nature to his former Right-Wing. A quiet, steady presence by his side, dropping a hunk of Energon crystal into his lap as the Predacon nipped the others into line, often herding them back from the opening of the cavern. There was a gentleness that he would never expect from the long-extinct species, but it wasn't a weakness as he witnessed the ferocity in that frame, a roar that cowed the others into submission and the strength and tactics to back it up.

Perhaps Thundercracker (along with Skywarp because he never turned down a setup with explosive raw chaos nor had he denied Thundercracker anything in life) had managed to bargain with Primus and Unicron to give Starscream a child of her own temperament because who else but the Creator and the Unmaker could give life to extinct frames and create new ones from organic bones?!

[thicctails]

Oh god oh fuck he's been turned into a cursed marketable 90's toy

[predakings-den]

Chapter 2: The Aftermath

Word count: [1656]

Content Warning: [Sparkling deaths, grief, mourning]

He didn’t know…

Primus, how could he have known?

He emerges from the ground bridge, processor lagged from the unusual traveling method. Immediately, he perks up and for a moment, he couldn’t believe his own optics. It couldn’t be, but Shockwave is releasing the amniotic fluids from the containment chambers! It spills all over the laboratory floor in the hopes of ridding the evidence of the now declared failure of “Project Predacon”.

He stands tall, staring with wide optics at the sight of the Decepticon in the process of destroying everything in such a careless manner. “S-Shockwave… What are you doing!? It’s not time! It can’t be! You said-“

Another ground bridge opens in the distance. He charges at the Decepticon scientist, demanding an explanation for his actions but he runs, fleeing towards the active ground bridge. A swipe of his sharp claws but he misses and the Decepticon disappear. “Shockwave!” His vocalizer snaps. “No, what are you doing? Focus!” There’s even bigger issues to worry over as the fire spreads. With the chamber units decommissioned, the Predacon pups start to awaken.

He couldn’t save all the little ones. There are too many, so little time as he breaks through the glass of the chamber units, for some were too disoriented or weak to do so on their own. He couldn’t afford to be slow and careful as he pulled them out with his claws. They squirm and shriek, scared and unknowing of what’s going on.

There is nobody to blame but himself as he hears their cries, the flames reaching the crates of synthetic energon. There was nothing else to do but grab who he could and tuck himself into a corner as the cavern laboratory exploded, shaking the earth, and silencing the voices that were crying out for him.

Predaking didn’t want to look as the earth settled, but he could imagine it. Mangled corpses of Predacon pups. Dead. Gone. Another attempt to exterminate his people as Cybertronians did eons ago.

He has never felt so drained, weakened and vulnerable, and yet unharmed… His chest plating rumbles deeply with mourn and yet anger so easily replaces the need to grieve as the two Autobots, Ultra Magnus and Wheeljack stand in defensive action.

“What have you done to my brethren! What have you done!?” His rage bursts, and his self-control is thrown away as he charges the Autobots, his massive frame barreling towards them with primal fury. Ultra Magnus hefted the golden Solus Hammer, its weight balanced in his servos as he prepared to meet the Predacon head-on.

With a thunderous clash, Predaking swung his claws at Ultra Magnus, the force of his blow sending shockwaves rippling through the air. Magnus braced himself, bringing down his hammer with all the strength of a Wrecker Commander. The impact reverberated through Predaking's frame, but he refused to relent, snarling and swiping at his adversaries with determination.

Meanwhile, Wheeljack danced agilely around Predaking's attacks. With a flick of his wrist, he unleashed his electrical whip, crackling with energy as it lashed out towards Predaking's vulnerable joints. But the Predacon's instincts were sharp, and he twisted away just in time, his claws grazing Wheeljack's armor as he countered with a powerful swipe.

The cavern echoed with the clang of metal on metal, the whir of servos, and the roar of engines as Predaking fought with all the fury of his kind. But Ultra Magnus and Wheeljack were seasoned warriors, and they met his onslaught with skill and determination, each blow calculated to weaken and disarm their formidable foe.

Yet Predaking fought on, driven by a primal need to protect his kin and avenge his fallen. With every strike, he pushed himself beyond his limits, tapping into reserves of strength and rage he never knew he possessed.

As Predaking fought with all his might, Ultra Magnus and Wheeljack began to gain the upper hand. Despite his ferocity, Predaking found himself outmaneuvered and overwhelmed by their combined assault. Ultra Magnus's giant hammer crashed down on Predaking's armor, sending him staggering back, while Wheeljack's electrical whip crackled around him, sapping his strength.

In a desperate bid to turn the tide, Predaking lunged at Ultra Magnus, intent on taking down the Autobot Commander. Suddenly, amidst the chaos, a cry pierced the air, the plaintive wail of a Predacon sparkling, calling out in fear and desperation. Predaking's optics flickered with alarm as he caught sight of the small figure darting dangerously close to the fray, as if to protect the larger Predacon with her tiny claws and squeaky chirps.

At that moment, something primal stirred within Predaking, a protective instinct that transcended his own pain and fury. With a roar, he threw himself between the sparkling and Ultra Magnus, shielding the young one from harm as he braced himself for another onslaught.

But in his weakened state, Predaking was vulnerable, and the hammer struck true, its impact rippling through Predaking's frame. With a roar of agony, he collapsed to the ground, his systems flickering as he fought to remain conscious. Meanwhile, Ultra Magnus recoiled in horror, realizing the danger he had unwittingly posed to the innocent Predacon.

The Predacon pup, as brave as she tried to be, whimpers and nudges her helm against Predaking’s.

Predaking lifts himself, joints groaning in protest, and his system warnings blaring. Still, he has enough sense to rise to his pedes upon seeing Optimus, who had arrived to the sudden conflict. His blaster is out, but nobody moves an inch.

The large Predacon did not have any time to continue fighting, when it’s much too dangerous and his injuries could end up severe. He transforms back and slinks to the huddle of trembling pups. Gently, he opens his mouth and carries them in his maw as a mother would to her little ones.

Without words, Optimus allows Predaking to escape, watching stoically as the draconic being soars into the open skies.

Landscapes of desert mountains and rocks shift into a forestry background. Predaking lowers himself towards a small clearing near a lake. His chest rumbles in a painful warble as he bows his helm and opens his mouth, permitting the little ones to squirm and crawl out onto the grass.

He quietly counts, and claws at the ground in anger. Not even half, Predaking saved… He refused to wallow in his own grief, not when his warmth and protection was needed right now.

He has received no communication with the Nemesis, radio silent. Nothing felt just, dragging his weary paws to check their condition. Spark aching, the Predacon lowers his helm and starts prodding them with his snout. They are in unfamiliar surroundings and desire guidance that he wasn’t equipped to give them. Cold, hungry, and chirping in fear.

What was he to do, losing everything and protecting what was left after the Decepticons discarded him with such ease.

Back amongst the Autobots, Ultra Magnus and Wheeljack get treated for their injuries. The Autobots gather in the medical bay as Ultra Magnus reports what had happened deep in the caverns. It becomes clear that Optimus’s decisions are being called to question.

“Prime, sir. You saw what was in the caverns. They weren’t grown Predacons, weapons for Megatron to exploit, but pups… sparklings…” It had been far too long since he had heard one chirp before. Ultra Magnus steels his regret, but everyone else seems to share his grievances. They haven’t had the presence of a youngling since Bumblebee, who was born in the battlefield, due to the dormancy of the Well.

“How many?” Optimus asks tenderly.

“Sir, would it have been any different if they were adults-”

The Wrecker Commander interrupts, “14, and the 10 under Predaking’s care.” Ultra Magnus was always very meticulous about details, and yet he did not discern that the Predacons inside the chamber units were hardly younglings, due to their large plating and curled up forms.

“We can’t just have Predaking out on the loose! There are human civilians to think about here, Prime.” Arcee couldn’t fathom as to why Optimus had decided to do nothing and look the other way when Predaking flew to Primus knows where.

“And the pups? What, you want us to finish the job and blow their sparks to scrap, Arcee? Why don’t you do it then, since you’re so keen?” Wheeljack snaps at her with sarcasm, shoving one of his explosives in her arms. She knew nothing of what he had seen. They acted as any little Cybertronian would, not marred by war or harsh ideals.

Her optics narrows. “All I’m saying is that we can’t afford to be naive. They are not ‘pups’ or ‘sparklings’ but destructive creatures that will end up hurting others.”

Ratchet steps in between the two bickering bots. “This isn’t about assigning any sort of blame. It’s about finding a solution. Optimus had a difficult decision to make, but there could be a way to salvage it.”

Wheeljack, voice heavy with tension, clenches his servos into fists. “Then what’s the plan? We can’t just sit here twiddling our thumbs while Predaking and those sparklings are out there. Ultra Magnus and I fought him, and he wasn’t exactly all cheery about making peace. In fact, he only stopped when that sparkling ran straight towards the fight.”

“Look, I get it. Predacons are no joke, but I’m all for whatever Optimus believes is the right thing to do. He’s never tried to steer us wrong, and I’ve always trusted him to keep our morals from straying.” Bulkhead crosses his massive arms over his broad chest plating.

Bumblebee conveys his agreement through a series of beeps and nods. He trusted Optimus implicitly, as he always had.

Silence falls over the medical bay as the gravity of the situation sinks in. Nobody wanted to step over Optimus’s leadership, but what else can be done when the first sparklings seen since the dormancy of the Well are involved?

[slickver-draws]

I dont do this often but...it's been on my mind for a bit. This boi is not canon in my oc lore. He is just a figment of...What if? And ive been craving to draw sparklings for awhile anyways...so ya

Starscream spoils him so much as a carrier, while my Oc Reiscorn FINALLY becomes a father! I say that because he had a wife before the great cataclysm on Cybertron...they intended to have sparklings but his duties got in the way and soon enough the cataclysm arrived....he instantly regretted it after not persuing it.

But now he gets a second chance in this AU, his first born!!!🙌🏼

[transingthoseformers]

MLP as Transformers? I've seen some interesting takes but with them having pony modes, but I'll give it a shot:

Twilight Sparkle: Part of me wants to say F-22, but also space shuttle because of the space theme kind of

Fluttershy: Rabbit or some kind of plant/flower or a butterfly, she would be a techno-organic

Applejack: Kei truck or a tractor, something work oriented but like farmer coded

Rainbowdash: the Darkstar supersonic jet from Top Gun Maverick because Sonic Rain-Boom

Rarity: Aston Martin DB10, simply because she's supposed to posh and stuff

Pinky Pie: This is a hard one, but maybe one of those tiny Smartcars? Or a VW van? Or she's the only one who's pony form is her alt mode. Or maybe she turns into a boombox or a hot air balloon or a flying saucer.

I actually vote for boombox pinkie pie, let Gummy be a gator cassette

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Any title ideas guys? Ch.23 - Eggy hatches

Chapter summary: The highly anticipated hatching of Sam's mysterious egg child. I know it's the next chapter, but for those on the ship, there are a few years in between. The longer lived a species is, the longer it takes to fully mature so even though its been a year or two the sparkling are still little babies and Sam is beginning ot come back to her Captian's position after emergence.

They were merely going through the backlog of complaints or concerns that inevitably happened while living out of each other's back pockets with no way to really escape. Samantha lightly bullied her way into the meeting as she was technically on maternity leave, but this wasn’t a too stressful meeting and it was technically open to any member on board. Similarly, Sam successfully made her case to Ratchet that this would be a good way to get back to the working field like she needed to do. There wouldn’t be too much stress and having her there would likely cool down any of those with quicker tempers and this was technically her duty as the ship's captain to maintain as peaceful an experience as possible.

The sparklings were off in a corner where Samantha was above to glance over and reassure her coding that they were safe and cared for. They were entertained by Bee, toys, and those who were bored during the meeting. This soothed the carrier and sire coding that was running rampant through Sam and bee respectively.

In the middle of Ironhide reading off his concerns for hall patrol, from Sam's direction came a loud and sudden cracking sound. Everyone bothering to see this meeting stopped and looked at Sam for a moment before continuing again. Only to be interrupted by the same cracking sound. Both Bee and Sam’s optics widened in realization. Sam opened her sparkling chamber and gently pulled out the egg.

Now that the meeting was derailed entirely everyone watched in anticipation. Ignoring the curious clicks of the sparklings. There was another crack and the surface of the egg twitched around in unison. The egg was hatching.

Sam looked up before declaring “Meeting break” while comming Ratchet :: Egg hatching:: Unbeknownst to her Ratchet and the entire crew received similar messages.

As usual, when the egg was out of Sam’s sparkling chamber the other sparklings realised pretty soon and grew even more excited trying to reach their egg-shaped sibling. (they absolutely know the egg is a part of their sibling/twins bond but they aren’t ready to come all the way out quite yet.) So seeing the egg start to move and wiggle they are excited that their sibling is finally ready to come out and meet them. They start wigglings and scootching their way towards Sam. But they don’t get very far with Sam coming to the corner and their personal lack of being too young to do much then rolling around and sitting. Very serious attempts to stand are made, but none of them can do it alone yet.

Sam placed the slowly transforming egg down on the floor where the other sparklings were chirping using Bee’s shoulder to more safely lower herself onto the floor. (Still slightly recovering from pregnancy though it was most of the way healed slight twinges of pain getting onto the floor were remaining.) The other bots in the room first attempted to follow behind Sam, but that only activated the protective coding with Bee and Sam. The first look at four narrow optics has everyone else backing away until the creator's attention is back on the hatching egg. After that, they are carefully recording the experience to disperse later.

The cracking of the egg happened in intervals of activity and lasted a few hours. The meeting was left for another time in the face of this event. Sometimes through the way, Sam started stroking the already shifted pieces of egg in encouragement. Ratchet was there less than 30 minutes after the egg started shifting. Consistently running his scanners. (The last time he saw an egg hatch was way back when he was still a medical student. He sneakily saw the egg hatch from the safety of outside the room. For this honour he wasn’t allowed in the room nor was he allowed to see any scans nor could he do any scans himself. It was purely to see an egg hatch.) His coding was once again screaming at the lack of information that he had once again in regard to his patient, let alone the number of times this particular patient's family left him floundering. It was secretly embarrassing though it was only slightly mollified that the set of circumstances was previously part of outlandish fiction.

Then it happened almost all at once. The different moving pieces seemed to fit together as the sparkling learned to fit everything together. Almost after hours of the lead up there was a small dragon where the egg was before.

Sam immediately cooed “Oh a little Draconis!” Then moved the other sparklings closer to their newest sibling. Bee was a few nanoclicks late in his response but it was to put his arm around Sam and lean closer towards the sparkling predacon. Ratchet was the only other bot to move during this revelation. His professionalism and the somewhat familiar territory of complete uncertainty tore him to do another round of diagnostics and update a patient profile to have a different name and species. The other sparklings clicked a few times and were enraptured as the predacon chirped back at them. Then they were a mass of sparklings moving and naturally creating a pile to cuddle in. Their way of reaffirming family (something that Samantha could have possibly passed down to Ellie and *sparkling* then they taught to their siblings).

No one else in the room knew what to do. The few eldest bots only remembered tall tales about a predacon it was something closer to ancient history (the egg that Ratchet saw hatch was for a seeker which can happen. It doesn't happen often but it does happen often enough. Ratchet hasn’t seen one again because seekers are a rarer frame type than the war nearly decimated that frame type and usually were Decepticons and as an Autobot medic, he wasn't going anywhere near them). The only thing that remained the last anyone knew was few and far between bones to signify their existence.

The little predacon seemed to do an action close to a sneeze and there was the telltale click of ignition for fire - but none came. Ratchet mused privately that the two young adults might be biting off more than they could chew with a fire-breathing offspring. Thankfully that ability seemed to be something they grew over time. (The predacon is also multi-former. There is a dragon form, bipedal form, jet form, all-terrain wheeled form, and combiner form to create one larger mech with his siblings. A total of 5 different transformations he is the one that has the most transformations out of all the siblings.)

Jazz (I’ve decided that Samantha was also able to save Jazz’s spark and put it in a new frame the same thing that she did with Ironhide and Ratchets spark when the humans started to try and hunt the Autobots) absolutely adored this sparkling. Even though it wasn’t official he cooed over the newest sparkling just as much if not slightly more than the other sparklings.

[quixotical-lymbo]

TRANSFORMERS MASTERLIST 

Transformers One:

Choiceless Hope - gn!reader - short fic

Three's a Party - mech!reader - hc's/drabble

Lil Chunk of Hope - gn!small-framed!reader - hc's

Spark Stopper - gn!racer!reader - Short Fic

Child of Mine - gn!sparkling!reader - HC's + Drabbles

Joyride Tonight! - gn!reader - short fic

End of a Beginning - gn!reader - short fic

Three's a Party - mech!reader - hc's/drabble

Spark Stopper - gn!racer!reader - Short Fic

Hot Like Honey - fem!predacon!reader - Short Fic

Under Weather Lover - gn!sick!reader - HCs/drabble

n/a

Sweet like Poison - gn!advisor!reader - short fic

Transformers Prime:

n/a

n/a

😼 - I do not give permission for anyone to translate, copy, republish, or plagiarize any of my written works. I provide no permission for any of my literary works to be used in artificial intelligence. cybercore/punk banner(s) by @animatedglittergraphics-n-more !!

[in1-nutshell]

Tfp Old British bot buddy that talks in old British slang and no one understands them they also have a baby predacon following them around buddy doesn't know where the baby predacon came from they just appeared one day and buddy has just kept the sparkling predacon

Don't mind Buddy, just collecting children nothing to see.

Hope you enjoy!

Old British Bot Buddy with a Predacon sparkling

SFW, Platonic, Slight Familial, Cybertronain reader

TFP

Buddy has a locomotive alt mode and Old.

As in, they went to the same medical school Ratchet went to when they were younger type old.

When the war started, they sided with the Autobots and became the head medical officer in charge of the new sparks that came.

Soon when no more new sparks came from the Well, Buddy changed professions into Energon scouter and relic collector.

They had arrived much earlier to Earth to scout the planet for any Cybertronian relics.

The bot did find some relics around but made the decision to keep them hidden and just log in where they were hidden.

It would have made them a big target if they brought every single relic with them.

But the best thing they found was the sparkling… not that they would ever say it out loud though.

It was a Predacon sparkling.

They had been walking around the English countryside, or what was left of it.

It had been bombed and contaminated because of one of those human wars going on.

They heard chirping and whirling from behind some boulders.

Buddy carefully approaching the boulder. Buddy: “Hello?” CCCHHHHRRRIIIIIPPPPP! Buddy jumps and makes a small ‘TOOT! Buddy takes out their blaster: “I’m warning you! You better leg it before—" Out popped the sparkling from his hiding place. Buddy lowers their weapon. The little sparkling waddles up to them. Buddy moves away from the sparkling: “No, no, get! Off with you! I don’t need no sparkling slowing—” The sparkling leaps onto their shoulders, curls around their shoulders and quietly purrs as they drift off to sleep. Buddy: “—me down… Sod it. Curse ma bleedin spark.”

Buddy eventually grew to love the sparkling as their own.

Even giving the sparkling a name.

They named him Beany.

It would be another couple of years before Buddy would receive any message from the Autobots.

Once they did receive word, they were sent a groundbridge and entered the base.

To say the team was shocked to see Buddy with what humans would call ‘antique’ alt mode and a Predacon sparkling was an understatement.

They made it clear that Beany and they were a package deal if anyone made any objections to the pair

It takes the team a while to get used to Buddy’s accent and phrases.

Buddy does download the more modern version of their accent (they had grown rather fond of the accent.

But every now and then their original download would appear, mainly when they’d get angry, frustrated or needed to say something and didn’t want the others to understand.

Buddy and Smokescreen hobbling back to the groundbrigde. Buddy: “Ah great! Thanks a lot Smokescreen! The whole plans been botched now!” Smokescreen: “To be fair my plan—” Buddy holding a digit out: “If we’d followed your daft plan we would have been squashed!” Beany chirping. Smokescreen: “You aren’t supposed to agree with them!” Buddy scratching Beany’s chin: “Two against one, now shut your mush. We’ve got to report back to Prime.”

Buddy trying to approach Beany, who has something strange in his mouth.

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Optimus x Reader. Angst. Reader is male.

I don't know what the plot should be, or what it should involve. Like, if it's good enough that I can think of what it could be, then yeah, sure, but that will be a rare chance with me. But if it's like this- Example:

Aaarrrgghh x Reader. Comfort. Basically, the reader has had a bad day at work/school, and the two of them just cuddle and enjoy the silence in each other's arms, slowly falling asleep.

Then I will be able to think of how it can go because you gave me what you want to include in your request, but now how, I will be able to get behind that.

● I can make the reader be based off of another character, like- Examples:

-Vox! Reader in Trollhunters

-Reader as Ratchet's little sister in Transformers: Generation 1

Anything! Whatever you want as long as it's allowed.

●If your request involves something that isn't allowed, then it will be ignored.

That's everything for now! Request away!

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Hurt/Comfort Involving Predacon Bumblebee and Predabee

Bumblebee sluggishly opens is optics finding himself in the same dark cell since his capture. He groans as he slowly shifts his aching plating that's riddled with surgery welds and fresh scars, letting out hiss he is finally able to stand on shaky peds before slowly walking up to the bars of his cell. Outside his cage he can see the see the many machines and tools of the mad scientist lab, the sickly buzzing of the lights made Bee's helm rattle with a ponding headache. He then turned his attention to look down at his now clawed servos, it seemed little by little Bee found his frame changing slightly and considering that he was constantly given energon rich with medical grade it seemed the mad scientist wasn't snuffing his spark any time soon.

Slowly Bee turns and with his new talons carefully carves a new tally mark on the wall. It has been 3 months since his capture and it seems his own team have either forgotten about him or assumed he was one with All Spark but it didn't stop the hurting in his spark. Feeling tears starting to well up in his optics Bee then sits on the cold floor and pulls his knees as tight to his chest as he can before burying his face in his servos before quietly sobbing to himself. Bee had long cried himself dry when he heard someone approach his cell, letting out a faint snarl the yellow mech turns to face the visitor only for his optics to grow wide. Predaking stood outside the cell holding what seemed to be a old blanket. Carefully he larger mech slipped the blanket through the bars before giving a little smile, Predaking has been the only company Bumblebee has had in these past months and ever day little by little the yellow mech finds himself growing closer to the predacon.

Quickly picking up the blanket and hiding it in the darkest corner of the cell Bee walked over back towards the bars and slipped his servos through the bars to hold Predaking's own servos. They hold each other closely as they can while Predaking softly whisperers promises that he will find a way out for Bee and make sure they will never have to deal with the Decepitcons again. Bumblebee gives a soft purr nuzzling his helm into the larger mechs chest enjoying the warmth and comforting scent, he knew escape would be risky especially when he is so weak from the constant changes to his frame. Just then the sound of heavy footsteps grew closer making Predaking pull away sharply and leave the lab but not before giving a soft longing gaze at the yellow mech. Bumblebee then sulks back deeper into his cell letting out a snarl as purple scientist returns to his lab ready to finish his latest "Project".

It was late into the night when Bumblebee awoke from his latest "surgery", his frame was sore and tired as he slowly pulled himself back onto his pedes. He quickly scanned over his frame looking for what has been changed this time only to discover strange weld markings around where his T-Cog was. Panicking he quickly transforms his Alt-Mode excepting his T-Cog to have been removed or tampered with but he soon finds himself easily shifting into his other mode only to find that his prison cell was suddenly too small. Confused Bee looks at his reflection in the energon left just outside his cell, letting out a startled yelp Bumblebee finds no longer as a muscle car but a large yellow and black predacon. Finally understanding the strange changes to his frame Bee allows himself to transform back into root-mode so he is longer cramped in his cell, he then begins pacing back and forth unsure if it was worth the risk trying to escape and return to his team in this new mode.

It was mid-afternoon when the alarms of the Nemesis began blaring alerting everyone on bored. Both Predaking and Bumblebee ran down the halls causing havoc in their wake as they headed for the ships dock. It didn't take long for the pair of predacons to barge their way through a barricade of unfortunate Cons before finally landing on the open dock. Predaking nudges Bee to open his new wings and take to the air while he holds off the others, being unsure and not wanting to leave Predaking behind Bumblebee begs for him to follow. Letting out a stream of fire to block the main doors to the dock Predaking joins Bee's side before leaping off the dock and taking flight, Bee closely follows behind struggling at first but quickly gets the hang of it, together they head into the mountains hoping to lose the Decepticons there before making their way into a near by forest.

A Couple of weeks on the run Bee and Predaking spend a rather cold morning cuddled with each in a small make-shift den in the changing forest. Fall has turned the once bright green leaves into shades of red, orange and yellow for Predaking he can't help but stare in awe and wonder as he carefully watches the leaves fall around them. Bumblebee smiles burying his helm into the larger mechs side letting out a flirty purr before flashing a smirk as he carefully flutters his wings in a teasing manner. Predaking looks at Bee a bit shocked at first but he let outs his own purr as he carefully pulls the smaller mech into his lap before giving a gentle nip on Bee's scared neck while slowly allowing his servos explore his partners frame. They spend the morning just wrapped in each others warmth and love and for Bee its the first time he truly has felt alive and loved.

Sometime later in a dark cave Bumblebee is lying in a nest tending to a clutch of eggs while Predaking keeps watch over his growing family. Meanwhile in the Auto-bot base Ratchet nearly spits out his energon cube he was eating when the main monitor beings beeping. There on the screen is Bumblebee's spark signature showing that the yellow scout was alive and well. The medic hardly believes it hoping it was just a glitch since they lost contact with Bee after he was ambushed all those months ago, they sent a search party only to come up with nothing and have been quietly grieving the lose of the yellow mech. Ratchet suddenly stands up and runs towards Optimus hab to let Prime know of the good news while hoping Bumblebee was alright.

(Hope you enjoyed this little idea :D)

Oh my gosh this is so cute and sweet!!!!

Poor bee getting changed into a predacon but the change brought him the love of his life and a family aahhhhh!!!!

I just know Optimus is going to bear hug Bee when he sees him, predacon form and all 😂

[witchofthesouls]

I've had prime predacons on the brain, do they have mating habits? Do they lay eggs? Since predaking is the leader of the last 3 predacons does that mean he gets first dibs if a lady dragon/predacon shows up or would it be a battle of suitors? Do predacons make good parents even with the fact they're technically clones and only have vague genetic memories of their culture to pass on?

I got sooooooo many thoughts about Predacons and their influence on Cybertron's modern-day frame-schematics, especially with that throw-away line about Seekers. Like I'm running away with it~!! 🏃‍♀️

Seekerkin can trace their frame and coding quirks back to the Predacon species that delved into the Rust Sea. Unlike their exclusive land and air kith, the sea hunters were able to escape the catastrophic radiation by diving down into the depths.

These particular subspecies of Predacon passed many traits to their descendants, including but not limited to: the sexual dimorphism of larger, powerful femmes to agile, brightly-colored mechs, the trine-protocols and flocking mechanisms, multiples in carriage, prey-drives, and superior senses akin to beastformers and mechanimals.

The Wilder tribes still use vocalizations and have behaviors that can be traced back to their ancient kin and kith via oral traditions from Keepers. This leads to a lot of tension with the Seekerkin city-states that try to erase and rewrite the history of their frames.

While Vos is framed for their trine-protocols and being a strange breed of aerials onto itself, Praxus refined the hunting tactics and flocking behavior, and Polyhex's wetlands and underground labyrinths kept polished the traits that made them formidable sea predators.

The Predacons eschewed Prima's Call and his Guiding Hand for the established city-states to remain in the Wilds. Capable of speech and sharp intelligence, Predaking's kith were the apex predators of the sky, hunting down others for food, and were terrors to the young mecha prior to T-cogs.

This is due to claims of superiority. Unlike the other frames, they didn't require the immediate protection of the Primes. On top of their massive size and strength, flight and fire capabilities, advanced nanite colonies, thick armor, and heightened senses, the Predacons have a very unique quirk: collective unconscious.

Predacons are proud of their closeness to nature and beastly frames. In their opinion, they are the second closest to Primus, outside of the Thirteen, because of it. "A gift," they decree, by the Creator to give them such wild frames suited to the planet with the capabilities to shape it.

In the oral traditions of the Wilders, it's said some of their ancient kith could bend "cold fire" aka lightning. And that's why certain landmarks in the Wastelands still stand in defiance of Time and Prima's "Forceful" Hand. It was also said that they often crossed with "the Shadow of the Light" and the "Lord of Beasts."

Out of all the Primes, they respect the inescapable strength and spirit of Megatronus, Solus' forging and might, and Onyx for his understanding of their kind as he, too, ventured to the edges of extremes. "Lord of Beasts," indeed. They are creatures suited to an untamed Cybertron.

The social structures of the land hunters are very loose and minimal. Adults are mainly solitary creatures with exceptions to mating season, child-rearing, and seasonal gatherings to collectively mine volcanoes for minerals and guide massive storms to ignite new Energon nodes- preparations for the lean portion of the vorn.

The sea hunters are smaller and slimmer than their land-counterparts, so they have strong social ties of multiple generations to maximize the survival of their young, resource efficiency, and hunting tactics.

The mating behaviors of Predacons differ by their type, but there are similarities. Do they do not feel shame over cycles; heats and ruts are simply a fact of life. Much like beastformers, Predacons have reproductive heats.

There's courting gifts of fresh kills, raw ores, and chunks of minerals as well as showing off skills.

If there's an uncourted or unclaimed female in heat, then a Dance or a Mating Hunt will occur after competition has been bullied to back down. Females in heat are highly temperamental and incredibly aggressive, so those who wish to remain single and unmated would either cripple or kill persistent hunters.

Among the sea hunters, males show off their bright colors and hues to demonstrate health and virility as well as attempt to groom or nuzzle a female of a different pod/flock. It's common for a binary or triad of males to mate-nap a female from elsewhere: proving their tactics against her and her extended kin.

Whereas the males of the land hunters will show off strength by battling other males in the vicinity to prove their worthiness among his nearby neighbors before battling her for breeding rights.

If a female Predacon (or Seekerkin) was discovered, then Predaking would bully the other males to establish dominance before stepping up to plate to fight her.

Child-rearing is a shared responsibility. Nest building and bulking it with supplies. Keeping out intruders since baby Predacons cannot properly fly until they reach near mechling stage (adolescence).

Males can't produce sparkling-grade, so females are stuck in the nest until the newsparks gain their sight and actually climb out.

Mechs do help with a special tank in their frames that reguitates a melted slag of nutrients that helps boost the newsparks' systems.

Once the sparklings can eat more solid, the sire and carrier will take turns hunting and caring the nest.

Sea hunters have an easier time as child-rearing is more communal. Newsparks and sparklings are defended and supported by well-established adults guarding the shallow nursery reef, while hunters support the pod with an influx of food.

[thicctails]

All the pretty girls walk like this~

A lil something from the discord.

[mychlapci]

Imagine TFP Shockwave breastfeeding the Predacons.

He'd specifically getting mods so all of them can nurse at once, it's only logical, of course. Why make any of them wait when he could easily add more pouches.

Even when they're grown, he lets them nurse off of Mommy; they'll always be his babies, after all.

They only answer to their Mommy and Daddy (aka Soundwave, who was more than willing to help Shockwave breastfeed the Predacons as more were being forged)

They very rarely answer to Megatron or Starscream, they think both are loosing their grip and would much prefer having Daddy (or maybe biggest brother Predaking) on the throne.

ooooh i love this. Shockwave knows how important it is for the developing predacon sparklings to feed on nutritious milk, it is only logical he provides for them from his own breasts...

[hugsandchaos]

Okay, everyone gather ‘round kindergarten style! I have some ideas for “Dead Machine” AU! The title’s a work in progress, but it’s good enough.

•Danny is now a Sparkling, which are young Cybertronians. Sparklings haven’t been around since the beginnings of the war, so he’s desperately wanted by both sides. The Decepticons want to train him to be another soldier, and the Autobots want to give him the chance to be a Sparkling before helping them. Danny distrusts both sides on account that he’s never seen one of them before, and they keep trying to follow him.

•Cybertronian name for Danny! Ghost Wing? Star Frost? Ghost Star? Ghost Frost? Star Wing? Phantom Star? I’m not the best with names!

•Danny is the Earth Expert! He knows about both flora and fauna, recognizes their constellations and uses them to find him way around, and even knows and speaks human languages!

•Colors for Danny? Black and white, and some blue for the optics. Optics sometimes turn green.

•Danny showing a few signs that he’s less than healthy under a scan, but looking and acting like he’s completely fine. Also, he hates scans and the sight of surgical equipment. It took so much convincing to get him in there.

•No definitive symbol (at the beginning, at least)

•Alternate form is something flying; Vehicle, Animal form, Mythical animal form, whatever.

•Danny has to be taught Cybertronian.

•Danny teaches the Autobots human sign language.

•Starscream being assigned to watch Danny and teach him, and eventually comes to appreciate him

•Side thought: Sam and Tucker are there as humans, or other Sparklings, and the three of them are separated in the beginning. Once realizing that the others are there, they do whatever the hell they can to reunite with them.

•Side thought #2: If Predaking is included, he refuses to fight Danny on account that he’s a Sparkling and will even protect him, and straight up attempts to kidnap him if Danny’s a predacon.

[lets-try-some-writing]

Interesting Megs practicaly dealing with his relatives and Death itself ouch. magine when Op brings the allspark back Unicron senses it and brings Meg back to life to drop at their feet for them to deal with

Starscream: Master! You're alive!

Megatron:*free of his roommates now, looks very haunted,* I'm neither that nor dead.

Starscream:.. Uh what?

Megatron: I will never be fully alive nor leave this mortal coil. I will never be able to repent fully for my actions. I am leaving now so don't look for me. Do not fight in my name because decepticons are dead just like i am

Megatron: But if i hear about you lot or anyone else making a council i will come back to personally hit whoever over the helm. Understood?

Op: I missed you

Megatron: I am trying not to have a breakdown here

Poor Megatron. He will have no peace after being released from the Unmaker's grasp. In all seriousness, I do imagine his time floating around in Unicron's mindscape where all the Titans chatter would do him some good. Being able to hear them speak in their strange tones would have to adjust his view of reality.

So many giants staring down at him like he's little more than an ant, their thoughts booming and powerful, beating down on him like a relentless force. Entities far older than him, all wiser and ancient enough to have seen the birth of galaxies. He, I imagine, reeled in their presence, unable to handle their oppressive wills. Just a few weeks under them being more than enough to force him to think, especially as each tried to speak to him.

Moon attempted to call out to him, but so many millennia dealing with entities such as Unicron dampened his ability to recognize his limits and the weakness of others. Megatron, unable to handle the great Titan's calls, screamed into the void. Moon did not try and contact him after and instead merely observed the spark of the one the Autobots feared so greatly. Megatron could always feel Moon watching and listening. There was no respite from his gaze.

Mars did not speak often, but when he did, Megatron felt the earth shattering might of a being who held no love for him. Mars knew who it was that led their world to fall into its bitter state. He knew that Optimus and Megatron were the source, and while not angry at either, his bitterness did not lend Megatron any favor in the mindscape of the Unmaker. The few times he spoke up, his words were heard by all and embedded into Megatron's very spark.

"You who tore our world apart, do you not lament the loss? Was the devastation worthwhile? Did the sacrifices of beings far greater than you mean nothing?"

"I meant to give our people freedom."

"And yet you gave them war."

"It was the only way. Nothing would have changed without conflict."

"Perhaps. But the destruction had no reason to echo this long. Tell me, how many sparklings have been wrapped into your war?"

"..."

"I see you as a mere sparkling. Small, frail, foolish, easily demolished beneath my pedes. And yet I value each child of Primus equally. Do you understand? It matters not who you are or what power you hold. Under Primus, All Are One."

Pluto spoke only in visions of violence. Megatron saw destruction far greater than anything he had wrought. He watched planets burn in the wrath of a Titan angry at the loss of so many. He saw civilizations turned to mere ash. He saw a Titan hardly bigger than Omega Supreme throwing everything into a desperate battle against Predacons in order to defend another Titan and their charges. He saw energon split and scars gained.

Pluto did not speak, but his visions told Megatron more than enough. Violence had its reason, but in the end, it was dooming. To a being who watched stars burn out, Megatron's war, while brutal, meant very little. Pluto knew his anger, and in Pluto's sight, it meant nothing. Megatron never felt so small as when Pluto looked down upon him in distaste.

Unicron never needed to speak. The fact that Megatron resided within his mind was more than enough for the warlord to see visions of entropy that left him pondering the meaning of his existence. None of the Titans regarded him with warmth, that was save for Earth.

She was used to reaching out to her fragile offspring, and so her words were soft. She called out across the void, wrapping her attention around Megatron like a cloak. He never saw her, nor did he know who exactly she was. Unlike the Titans, she had no form that he could sense aside from a vague sense that she was below the ground of the terran world he once threatened to cyberform. Surprisingly, she held no anger toward him. Instead, he felt her pity and her sorrow on his behalf. She saw his mind and his memory and she whispered of how sorry she was that he'd been burdened so long. She swept him away into dreams of places he had never seen, some on Earth, and others somewhere amongst the stars.

She was a comfort, and through her murmurs, Megatron found a degree of peace and contemplation.

"You were held in bondage. I can see the echoes of your shackles. You hold them close to yourself even now."

"I serve no master, not anymore."

"You are a slave to your past and the pain it brought."

"I am not! I am Megatron of Kaon, Champion of the Pits! I have freed myself and my people!"

"That may be so. But the things you sought to escape from live on in your actions. The scars that dug so deep into your frame have now been mirrored on those around you."

"What?"

"Your anger has infected your fellows. Your once righteous rage has turned into something dark. Sweet child, you must let it go. It is not too late to end this madness which has possessed you."

Megatron listened to Earth and shook under the gazes of the rest. He was not sure how long he spent with them, but when Unicron forced him to return to the living realm, he was changed. Seeing everything from the perspectives of such mighty beings... everything felt so much more wasteful. He had not needed to destroy as much as he had, nor had Optimus needed to drag their war on in response to his madness. The pushed each other ever onward, but free of Unicron, Megatron decided to be the first to put an end to the cycle of madness.

When he turned and faced the Autobots, he knew that one day he would have to suffer for his crimes. But for now, he needed time to think and Cybertron needed time to heal.

And so he took to the stars, guided by whispers of the Titans that guarded Unicron so diligently. His thoughts drifted to Halley's Comet, and he found a destination. Perhaps there would be merit to traveling alongside the living memorial that was the youngest of the Titans.