#should i tag him as megatron too....?

[rdps01]

i love himmm rouururuurrrru

[pencilofawesomeness]

“Someone once lied to us Now we’re not so blind.” —One of Us (Lion King II)

Transformers One reawakened the TF brain within me and compelled me to do what I normally don't: drawing lineless and robots.

I'm so normal about how they showed Megatron's decent and the rise of the Decepticons. So normal.

[sunnyashe]

A prequel to this: we might get there. maybe. just setup for now

next scene under cut!

Rumble and Frenzy both stiffened instantly. Scrap. 

Rumble side-eyed his twin, watching shock dawn to horror on Frenzy’s faceplate.

Jazz.

“Seems the terrible two are taking the party outside!” Jazz was still standing directly behind them, his grin practically audible. Fragger fed off Cassetticon fear. “‘s there a reason you didn’t pay for that engex?”

“Nope,” Rumble responded immediately, turning to face Jazz. The word dragged out, ending with a lilt, as if he was unsure.

Simultaneously, Frenzy launched into a ramble on the spot. “We have special instruction, clearance, from the Prime! He wants energon samples from across the undercity for…”

Rumble picked up the thread as Frenzy trailed off. “Because he wants to try out the local culture! The Op’s so bored of the fancy shmancy energon they keep serve’n him in that palace, so he asked us to bring him some of these commoner…delicacies!”

Jazz exaggeratedly brought a digit to his helm, miming a comm exchange. "Wow! I thought you might've been stealing for yourselves, but if you're stealing for the Prime, it must be fine!” After a beat, he sighed theatrically “OP says he didn’t order any engex, you sure you didn’t get the wrong guy?”

Frenzy was still rooted to the spot, facing the street. :Turn around, dumbaft!: Rumble crackled through to him with comms, :Face that slag-head helm first! It’s too late to run.:

:Idiot, it’s called deniability!:

:What, like you talking to him didn’t give up the jig?:

:I was telling the concrete!:

:It’s too late, flickerbrain, grow some self-respect!:

:What, like how you respect Autobots?:

In one swift movement, Rumble dropped all of the stolen engex he was holding. He hopped in front of Frenzy, snarling, with a fisted servo extended to crack his brother’s stupid visor.

A warm, scarred servo yanked Rumble up by his backplate. Frenzy, who had unsheathed a vibroblade from who-knows-where in retribution, was also bodily hoisted up into the unforgiving air of Kaon’s industrial sector. Jazz’s rictus took on an amused tinge, “Woah there, mechs. It’s my job to keep violence off the streets, you know? You’re makin’ it real easy.”

Rumble wiggled in his grasp, limbs flailing ineffectually, “Then be glad about it, turbofox wannabe!”

Frenzy twisted his helm to attempt to bite Jazz’s servo “Yeah, you’re so great at your job! Now let us go!”

Jazz tilted his head, as if considering. As soon as he moved to speak, Frenzy plowed over whatever he was about to say with an interrogation he had little diplomatic power to execute. “Why the frag are you even here? Low-end neutral bar in the sticks? Does your job require engex overcharge or some slag?”

Rumble fought with renewed vigor, as if Jazz was diverting processing power away from his grip to consider his answer the question. “Yeah! Too scared of fighting a little crime without bein’ drunk?”

“As a matter of fact,” Jazz said blithely, ignoring them, “I was considering letting you miscreants off with a warning and a promise that you’ll give that poor bartender a sparkfelt apology.” 

Rumble glared at the underside of Jazz’s helm distrustfully, sending Frenzy a databurst comm, :Liar.:

:No slag.:

Jazz continued on, unruffled, pretending not to be hacking their private comms, “But, y’know…there’s no harm in a little catch-up. I haven’t seen you two since the war!”

“As if it’s over,” Rumble growled. Bitterly.

Jazz’s smile widened, and Rumble realized he kind of fucked up. “Anyway, how’s Sounders doing?”

Frenzy scoffed, crossing his arms while dangling a meter in the air, “Who the frag is Sounders?”

Jazz laughed a little, softly. He lowered Rumble to the ground. The Cassetticon ripped himself out of Jazz’s hold as soon as his pedes hit the cobbled, gritty floor, arm raised defensively. Maybe he was making good on that obvious falsehood from before? It wasn’t like him, at all, there was probably another trick–

Frenzy was still suspended midair. With his now free left servo, Jazz materialized two pairs of miniature stasis cuffs, lightly spinning them between two digits with obscene expertise.

“So, my mechs. Where is Soundwave?”

[solar4seekstron]

Megatrons Family: Happy Wife, Happy Life

Tf1!Megatron x Cybertronian!GN!Reader

Part 1 (ugh why is he so fine in this gif!!!!!!????)

Content: 18+ Megatron and readers love is still there. Spiker is an adorable little shit. You’re welcome.

Introduction Indie Series

TW/Tags: Toxic Relationship, reader is trying to stay strong for their sparkling, Reader gets traumatized at one point, Megatron got turned on at some point, death, Soundwave wants Megatron and reader booty lmao i can see it ok, that should be all???

It’s been several months now.. Months now since the start of the new war started.

You left your home of Iacon city with your sparkling..and conjunx. Since then your sparkling very slowly growing bigger and bigger.

Her smile so much like….like D-16s. As Megatron focused on building up his empire and fighting for the cause. So most of your time is spent with playing with your sparkling.

Megatron always too tired at the end of the day.

But on one day with the advise of a few other decepticons like Soundwave and Shockwave. Spoke about Megatron spending some time with his family.

He groaned as the two spoke to him. Eventually he returned early to your shared room that night.

Your back was facing him as you hummed a gentle lullaby to little Spiker. She was gently nibbling on her cervo as she slowly closed her optics. Trying her best to keep them open as you held her against your chest.

Your digits gently rubbing her back as you closed your optics as you hummed.

Megatron watched as you stood up and took your sparkling to the room next door to yours and megatrons. As you returned Megatron was sitting on the berth. Looking over a data pad as you walked over to him.

You sit next on your side of the berth as you look at him.

“Megatron? You alright?”

Megatron would let out a sigh. He then tosses the data pad to the nightstand as he moves on the berth resting his back against the wall. He held the bridge of his nose with his digits. He is tired. You can tell.

You’d make your way to him and rests your cervo on his shoulder. He looked at you with his optics narrow.

Glancing down at you. Almost like as if he’s…annoyed. But despite the feeling you have in your spark, the bond almost….weak. You still gave him your usual soft smile.

You’d then lean up more. Kissing his forhelm before leaning back. “Would you like some energon? Spiker is fast asleep. Maybe we can..Cuddle?..It’s been a while.”

He doesn’t say anything. Just closing his optics for a moment. He is exhausted and just leaned his helm back. You’d then get off the bed and take out some energon. He listened to your steps. You got some energon and brought it over. “Have you eaten?”

He just shakes his helm slowly. His optics still closed. You’d then sit by his legs as you held some energon. “Megatron.”

He lets out a grumble before sitting up more. Finally speaking.

”No Y/N I haven’t.” He took the energon out of your cervos. Pretty aggressively before putting some in his intake. You looked down. Your optic ridges a bit furrowed before you got off the berth.

Megatron noticed and grabbed your arm. You look back at him and try to pull your arm away. “Megatron.”

”You wanted to spend time together…..Didn’t you?”

He then pulls you closer. Making you let out a small yelp. His cervos holding your waist and hip keeping you close. His dermas connecting with the side of your neck cables.

Then moved you to were you’re on your back on the berth. Him ontop. Your cervos against his shoulders as he continues, His arms now around your waist as he continues his act.

He lets out soft moans and sighs as he continued.

You’d then let out a soft sigh. Your cervos on his shoulders as he continued. You didn’t mind when he did this.

You knew how much he worked.

And besides it’s been so long and being in the mines didn't leave much room to do anything.

You were pulled out of your thoughts when his dermas were soon on yours. The kiss was dominate and slowly becoming more and more heated.

You’d feel his glossa pressing against your dermas asking for access. You’d accept until you both hear the door open causing you both to stop. Turning your helms only to see Spiker walking in as she looked down at a data pad while walking forward.

Megatron sat up and you leaned up a little. Your elbows supporting you up.

You both watched as she climbs up the berth once closer and Megatron scoots back as she then sat on your lap. She facing him as Megatron just stared at her You and him then making optics contact before looking back at her.

She then turned the data pad around showing a younger him as a miner and you with a mining drill.

She then stared up at him with wide optics. She has trouble speaking still. She is still an infant. Megatron stared down at the data pad of you and him. He let out a sigh and took it before speaking. “Yes, little one. That’s sire and carrier…..”

He notices she’s reaching for him with a smile. A smile…that looks so much like his.

He fully sits on the berth before gently holding her. Placing her on your lap as you fully sat up. You’d place your cervo on his shoulder. Megatron then looking at you.

You miss his smile…But you only ever receive narrowed optics and a frown ever since. You tried to hold back the sadness in your optics as you then looked at Spiker, who looked up at you too with a smile. Unable to read the room.

You and Megatron soon get a comm from Soundwave requesting for you both to the main room with the throne.

One of the seekers walking knocking on the door before it opened. You and Megatron standing and walking to the seeker. Spiker knew this meant she’ll be stuck with the seeker for a while. Knowing this means you both will be busy.

Megatron still holding her as he gently patted at his chest. Him looking down then raising an optic ridge as he stared at her.

You looking at her and gently placing a cervo on her back. “We’ll be gone for only an hour or two little one. Be good for thundercracker until we return. Please?”

She huffed. Trying to hold her tears back before looking up at Megatron. You just stared down at her expressionless and his hold on her still gave her comfort.

Thundercracker gently took her from Megatrons arms and bowed his head. Spiker soon patting his chest as she smiled up at him. Thundercracker smiling at her as wel while you and Megatron start walking to the room.

You and Megatron walking side by side. His arms and cervo on his sides as yours remain on behind your back.

You have your usual smile on your dermas as Megatron remains the same.

He then broke the silence. You both halfway to the location. “You are too soft on her you know. She is to be next in my cause when I succeed against the traitors.”

His voice was deep and rough. You glancing at him as you continue walking.

You’d let out a sigh and turned your helm away from him as you both got to the door. It wasn’t until you reached for the buttons for the door until Megatron grabbed your wrist.

You then looking up at him.

Before you knew it had leaned down. His dermas against yours as he glared down at you. You looking at him before he pulled away. He then spoke. His voice even more low.

”Be. Good. You’re my Conjunx. We have an image to up hold….”

You’d look down until his digits gently held your chin. Making you look back up at him, optics dim before growing bright once more. “Come..”

His cervo moves to your lower back. Bringing you a bit closer to him as you both walked in.

Him soon walking ahead of you as he spoke. His voice booming as the other guards stood. Along with the trio Starscream, Soundwave, and Shcokwave standing close by the throne.

Megatron continues with his speech as he sat down. You then standing next to his throne. Soundwave on the other side. Megatron then gets to the point of calling for the first prisoners. Traitors of the cause who were caught. Megatron then spoke once more as he stares down at the guards kneeled before him.

Cervos behind him as he spoke.

”Now these four. Guards. With so much purpose for our cause. And yet.” He stood up and made his way to the four guards. The ones behind them backing up to give him room.

He then stood behind the guard on the far right. Speaking making the guard flinch a little. “This one. Shot his own friend who didn’t win to escape with him. Not wanting to be a decepticon.”

He stepped and stood behind the next gaurd. “This one caused a few…”accidents”. Causing any of my guards to have to go to the med bay.”

He then stood behind the next. “This one stealing some extra energon.”

And then stood behind the last one. Who was shaking a bit. Soundwave noticed you looking down a bit. Before turning his helm to look back at Megatron.

Megatron then walking to stand next to the guard. His cervos behind his back. The room dead quiet.

Everyone knowing what this guard has done.

Megatron then snapped his digits. The guards taking away the first three. He then glanced at you. You knew why. Soon you’re walking to him slowly. Megatrons cervo soon on your lower back once more as he spoke again.

”And this poor excuse of a guard. tried to make some…moves. One your dear leaders Conjunx.” The room is silent more before he kicked the guard on the side of the helm.

Kicking him down. His cervo remaining on your back. You trying to not flinch as yo glanced at the trio.

”It’s only fitting..” He started as he looked back at you. Before standing fully infront of you. Then his other cervo grabbing the handle of you sword, roughly pulling it out.

You looked down then back at him. Before he twirled the sword then held it where the sword no longer face you but the opposite. Holding it in a way for you to grab it.

Then remaining still as his cervo on your back pulled you closer. Your frame almost touching his as he spoke.

”You should be the one to execute the glitch. After all…he’s the one who assaulted you…right?” You remember the night very clearly. Luckily Megatron was there to protect you as Spiker slept in the same room.

You let out a bit of a shaky voice as you looked up at him. “Megatron, I can’t-“

You stopped as his optics grew brighter. His flower remaining and optics almost closed. Glaring down at you. The face that says. ‘Take it‘.

You looked back at the sword before taking it with a shaky cervo. His larger one now around yours as you held your sword. helping you lift it. He then spoke. “For my Conjunx to be the executor of their assaulter. Is to be more…Proper.”

You closed your optics as Megatrons lifted up the sword for you. Standing now behind you. His helm leaning almost down to yours as his cervo once on your back now holds firmly at your wrist. You soon closing your optics as you felt megatrons frame against your back and the sword going down fast.

You can hear the guards head fall and roll a bit.

Slowly opening your optics too see energon blood even on your sword. Megatrons frame still against yours as the guards in the room continues to watch.

Megatrons cervo once holding your wrist now rests on your lower stomach.

Megatron then spoke loudly. “Let this be a lesson!!! Ever try anything with my sparkling And Conjunx. And I promise your punishment will be more then a head off your shoulders. I will not take kindly to anyone who chooses to disrespect me once more. Understood?” The guards nodding .

Megatron then stepping back a bit. You now holding your sword without his cervo around yours. But his other still on your stomach as he spoke once more.

”Dismissed.” The guards soon leaving.

He then nods at the trio. Them taking their leave as well so it’s just you and Megatron. His cervo moving from your stomach as he walks to stand next to you.

You looking at your sword before putting it back in its handle. You then looking at him as a couple guards took away the body. Megatron spoke. “Have no one come in for the next 10 minutes.”

The guards nodded and soon are out of the room.

Megatron walks to his throne. Taking a seat as the room remains dead silence once more. He then gently patted his thigh as he looked at you. You slowly making your way toawrds him. Standing before him as he stared up at you.

Megatron then reached for your cervo. Gently holding it and bringing it to his dermas.

Giving a gentle kiss on the back of it as he closed his optics. You just stared at him before speaking.

“Megatron. I’m not some executioner. And this……” You turned your helm nod upper frame toawrds the blood on the floor.

”Do you really want our sparkling to be in an envirment like this?” He just stared down at your cervo. Dermas still pressed against it as he thought. He thought hard before responding.

His other resting on the arm of the throne as he leaned back a bit. Then speaking to you in a low voice.

”I suppose you’re right. But I must show these damn mechs and nutural bots that you, my sweetspark. Are mine. And so you being my executioner. Will help me show that.”

He stood from his throne as he said that last sentence. You stared up at him while he gently grabbed your waist and kissed you deeply. Kissing seems to be the only form of affection he can give since the cause started.

His dermas then on your neck. Then speaking inbetween kisses. “It’s been so long you know…us…against each others frame..”

He continues. You glancing to the door. Soundwave standing there before walking away through the open door.

You’d look at him before looking back at Megatron. Your cervo moving to the back of his helm. Grabbing his attention. He leaned his helm up and looked at you. Both of your forhelms pressed together as a form of respect.

He then spoke. His voice very low and almost…soft. “You know..seeing you show power. Even if I helped…”

He then gives you a deep and passionate kiss against your dermas. A few kisses heard as he continued before speaking once more.

”Made me remember why I chose you as my partner..My Conjunx…” he then kisses you once more.

The kisses becoming more hungry.

You finally closed your optics. His cervos going under your thighs, soon lifting you up.

Your legs wrapping around his waist and your other arm going around his neck. The kiss continuing as he sat on the throne.

Your knees now against the seat of the throne next to his hips.

His cervos moving to be on top of your thighs. The kiss continuing to become more and more heated while his frame leaned forward. Pressing against yours.

You’d soon rest both cervos on his shoulders before pulling away. Trying to say his name before he caught you off. Pressing his dermas against yours while his cervo then moves to your panel.

Gently rubbing it so you let out a small groan in the kiss while your optics stared at his.

Megatron continues with his action. He’d then whisper against your audio sensors.

You soon hearing a click. Something warm against your thigh. “If I see you do such a think again I might want to try for another.”

He flirted as he licked your neck cables. Making you shiver as you thought about it. It has been a while.

And Spiker is being taken cared of. But you also told her you wouldn't be long. You then letting out a soft sigh as Megatron let out a deep chuckle.

You soon opening your panel. He then speaking. His cervos tightly gripping your waist as he leaned back.

”Good bot.” Then leaning forward and kissed your neck some more.

You letting out a soft sigh while his cervos moved to under your thighs once more. Lifting you up to line you up to his cock before setting you down.

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You’re sure almost 40 minutes went by. Your frame repeaditly moving against his frame and back. His cervo on your lower back as the other rests under your thigh.

His helm at the nape of your neck. His dermas against your neck pressing soft kisses every now and then. His optics shut tightly as the pleasure tries to overwhelm him and his cervos struggle to not crush parts of your frame after each movement.

Your cervo holding tightly at the back of his neck and the other on his shoulder.

Your helm leaning back as you continued your movement. Your valve squeezing tightly around him.

Practically squeezing his cock while you got closer to your next high. You both going for your 2nd round now. You both having high stamina.

You then let out a strained but louder moan. Forgetting about time. Which luckily the guards who were suppose to clean up the mess were smart enough to quietly open the door. And soon leave when they saw the two of you.

Soon you feel yourself getting close.

Moving your hips faster and harder against his hips. Megatron letting out a gasp. His cock twitching while he gets closer to his high as well.

His cervos soon pulling you closer against his hips and frame tightly as he got to hi high. You hitting yours as well as you let out a moan. Your valve squeezing the life almost out of his cock as he soon have his release as well.

He held back the urge to bite your shoulder. He doesnt need Spiker to think her sire is hurting her carrier.

It took you both a minute to read from your high before Megtron leaned back as stared up at you. Your frame still as his cervos relaxed from holding you. He then looked down between you both. Seeing his load slowly flow out of you. When he has a release he lets out a lot-

You leaned back then looked down at him before speaking. “We should…..go check on Spiker…”

Megatron closing his optics and leaning back as he soon nods.

”Yeah yeah….” His cervo once under your thigh moved to your stomach and the other once on your lower back now on top of your other thigh.

He spoke once more. Sounding as he’s out of breath. “We should probably clean our selves first…” You nodding. “Yeah…”

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After a few minutes you and Megatron have finally calmed down from your high.

Cleaned up and made your way to the room where Thundercracker was watching Spiker. When opening the door he was playing dolls with her as she giggled. When she noticed you both she struggled a bit to show up and ran over to you both.

You kneeling down and have your arms open. Gently picking her up as Megatron stood there. Still not smiling once since the start of the day.

He stared down at Spiker as she looked up at with with wide optics. Her cervos gripping at your shoulders as you thanked Thundercracker. Spikers arms trying to be around you as she keeps looking at Megatron.

The two staring at each other with emotionless expressions. His optics almost closed as hers remain a little more open.

The two staying that way until you spoke to them. Turning your helm.

“Are you hungry my little one?” You asked as she looked back at you while Megatron continues to look down at you both. His frown still there and optics bright red not saying a word.

You three then walking to grab some energon. Spiker resting her helm against your shoulder. Megatron having his cervo on your lower back while you keep holding little Spiker.

Spiker with a small smile. You with the brightest smile. And Megatron….with a grin.

……….Y’all like? I swear it was hard to come up with something for part 2 but given I currently have an ongoing Plan series for Megatron. I tried my best to add different elements. Also when I rewatched transformers one and hearing Brians voice as he plays as D and Megatron just- UGH!!!!! What is his voice doing to me!!??

I cant function when I hear this mans voice I SWEAR!

I hope you guys enjoy this as much as you guys do to the first bit. I hope you guys like readers choosing to stay willingly. Accepting their partners change and Megatron not being an abusive partner but is still pretty toxic.

idk I know you guys will let me know threw ask or the comments so I’ll defiently be on watch for those lmao.

As always a repost is appreciated as well as your thoughts and I hope you guys have a good rest fo your day!

[revelboo]

ayo, would you be able & willing to update either Rodimus or Tarn ? Am loving both of those rn!

Sure- I’ll try to get both updated today if I have time

L.G. Fuad Pt 5

Tarn x Reader

• It’s ludicrous really. Irrational. Weak. Staring up at the ceiling of his habsuite, he’s aware of the way you’re sprawled on his chassis, half out of your tangle of blankets, face against him. Almost positive you’re drooling on him. What would Megatron think? At least one of you is recharging, because he’s been kept alert by your thrashing and twisting. Your skin sometimes hot to the touch and slick with sweat, other times clammy and so cold. At some point, you’d stopped struggling. A little hand outstretched and your fingers against the mesh of his neck as you finally rest. But you survived the night. There were times he wasn’t sure what the outcome would be. Hating that he’d been almost concerned.

• Shifting as something gloriously warm slides against your spine from the back of your neck to the curve of your butt, you open your eyes but don’t move. Still too weak and just wanting to sleep. But realizing you’re sprawled on top of your guy with the lovely voice? That he’s absently petting you? You should be embarrassed, but you’re just too exhausted. Rumbling his alien gibberish at you, he touches your jaw with surprising gentleness.

• “You’re alive, then,” he mutters, cupping a hand against you and sitting up. Hearing your noise as you slide down to sprawl against his fingers, your expression uncannily Cybertronian and very obviously unhappy. “If you’re going to tag along, you’re going to learn to listen.” Tone strict, he twists and deposits you on his berth. Tugging your blanket away as you momentarily resist him. “Let’s see how clever you are,” he says as you just flop down, glaring.

• Shivering as he talks at you, attention on your blanket, it takes a moment to realize he’s repeating the same sounds. Eyes narrowing you watch him shake your blanket and say something. And he does it again. Is he trying to teach you? Not that you can hope to repeat those clicking, rumbling whirs of noise. “Blanket. That’s a blanket. I’m cold and it’s mine,” you retort knowing he can’t understand you as you point. And he hesitates. Makes his sound and shakes it again. “Blanket,” you say, refusing to attempt his alien gibberish. You’re too tired for this crap and your head is pounding.

• Optics narrowing as you point and chatter, he’s almost certain you’re saying the same thing in two different languages. Slowly enunciating he says the word in Cybertronian. Then tries to repeat your sound. “Blaaynk-it?” And your little eyes widen as you lunge to your feet only to wobble and fall back down with a grimace. Repeating the word and pointing with both hands. When he gives you the Cybertronian you just scrunch your nose at him. But finally make an attempt. A terrible, incomprehensible attempt. But still. “Good. Very good,” he says reaching to pat you on the head as you swat weakly at him and point more insistently. Ah. Draping the blanket around you, he watches you cocoon yourself. You require positive reinforcement to learn. Some kind of reward.

Previous

But I can still pretend with my memories and photographs,

I have learned to love the lie.

I wanna know what it's like to be awkward and innocent, not belligerent.

I wanna know how it feels to be useful and pertinent and have common sense.. yeah

Let me in, let me in to the club, cuz I wanna belong,

And I need to get strong, and if memory serves,

I'm addicted to words and they're useless.

[jweekgoji]

[BW] Yandere!Dinobot/Reader [hcs/thoughts]

tw/tags: heat cycle, yandere themes, mentions of stalking, jealousy, possessiveness, a tinyy bit suggestive. word count: ~700 a/n: born to obsess over underrated characters forced to yap about the popular one (but I'm joking, I love them all, I'm just sad that Beast Wars is not talked about as much as other shows).

some quick thoughts in between requests because if I don't express it now, i will forget about it.

okay hear me out on...yandere Dinobot. I know Beast Wars is not really popular in the fandom, but oh my god, this ugly handsome man

we all saw that maximals/predacons share those animalistic traits that are connected to their beast modes. Rattrap likes to chew on scrap, Cheetor acts like a cat and even meows, Tigatron considers white tigers as some kind of family; Tarantulas and Blackarachnia have that rivalry for obvious reasons (bad for him).

it would be funny if they also had some type of cybertronian heat cycles.

even though Dinobot is heavily influenced by Jurassic Park velociraptors, I still feel like he'd act like a big bird rather than a lizard. or something in between, of course.

Yandere!Dinobot is overprotective and snappy as hell, to the point he considers even other maximals as a potential danger to you. Unlike more rational bots, Dinobot has no shame at all. It would cost him an arm and a leg to admit it to you, but he's actually jealous. Of what? There's no need to find any reason to explain his behavior once the season starts.

Yandere!Dinobot is vocal; he will growl, hiss and snap his teeth at anyone who tries to approach his mate. All maximals know that it's not the time to come near the two of you, but the unrespectful predacons...I'm a sucker for duos, their possibilities, and to imagine the dynamic between Megatron/Dinobot, both trying to court the poor reader.

But once the two of you are alone, I can see him having those rare moments where Dinobot lets himself relax. Most of the time he's in a constant state of alert, the dangerous mix of his primal instincts and  that warrior code of his just tells him to take you somewhere far-far away, so no maximal or predacon will get you. So maybe he can rest just for a little with you next to him. Dinobot definitely makes soft purrs, even to his own surprise.

Yandere!Dinobot is a stalker. Maybe, when it's just the start of the relationship between the two of you, he will try to somehow justify it, at least. Like, “I am just testing your skills, a true warrior must be always alert. You don't know when the predacons attack you next” , but the more you grow closer to him, the more he lets himself be a tiny bit warmer to you “You should not wander off alone. Stick closer to me”.

Read it, and don't forget a little personal nickname he has for you, which he adds at the end of the sentence.

It will also be funny to imagine Dinobot being a little too invested in building a nest. It also gets more awkward if your beast mode is some far different species. Why would he need to collect your stuff from your room? And why is he so adamant about you always staying in his room? He is holding you so tightly that you practically have no chance but to stay. So clueless!

“Is that [...] from my quarters?”

“Just be quiet and start recharging, you irresistible fool!”

Dinobot himself is a little embarrassed too if you start asking too many questions. He doesn't like being all vulnerable, even though he trusts you very much to know that you will never make fun of him. His own mind is clouded with not so innocent thoughts, and it actually becomes a big problem when he tries to focus on his training or fighting.

I don't think Dinobot would try to attract you with those silly dances reptiles/birds do to impress their mates, but when he is in his beast mode, you can definitely notice his tail wagging just a little bit when you're around. Rattrap probably picks on it faster than you and teases Dinobot about it until the two start fighting again.

[lavenlady]

⛓︎ Caged Bird ⛓︎

Tf one Yan!reader x Sentinel Prime

part 2, part 3, part 4

( I have never really seen a yandere reader or I'm just blind, but I have decided to write it anyway. Enjoy :3 )

TW : yandere behaviour, kidnapping, non-con(?), unhealthy relationship, forced relationship, toxic relationship, character death

ꗃ As one of the miners, you loved Sentinel Prime

ꗃ Chanting his name whenever he appeared, buying merch of said hero, even wanting to be in Iacon races just for him to give high-fives to the audience - you deeply wanting to be one of them

ꗃ Noone really batted an eye when you too came to love the Prime, everyone loves him!

ꗃ Noone really knew that you took it to the extreme, growing so found of the Prime that you learned to sneak of work - you thanked Orion Pax for tips - just to see him from afar and admire stalk or even protect

ꗃ Some bot went missing? Probably an accident. A miner didn't leave mines in time? Well, it was their fault. Some equipment blew up and hurt someone? They should have been more careful

ꗃ Your obsession was deep and formed so early on that you learned how to mask it, everyone saw you as an ordinary fellow miner with two unusual friends - Orion Pax and D-16 - and a common fascination with Sentinel Prime

ꗃ Thanks to your friendship you got dragged into their mess

ꗃ After the race you went to check on your friends

ꗃ How delighted you were when Sentinel Prime congratulated them and even shook your servo

ꗃ You never wanted to wash it after, wanting his touch to linger as long as it could

ꗃ Then your superior - Darkwing - threw you to 50-sub level

ꗃ You all meeting B-127 and going to the surface after finding a message to try and find the Matrix, somehow Elita-1 tagged along

ꗃ You all learning the truth, while your friends argued, you were sitting silently and thinking

ꗃ As stated above you are a protective, worshipping yandere, now add delusional and deranged to that mix, even worse - you were quite intelligent

ꗃ Sentinel couldn't really want to kill the Primes - at least not willingly - right?

ꗃ Your mind set - you were going to punish him for his crimes... but with a little twist, you couldn't really let him leave you, you didn't want your devotion go all to waste

ꗃ You were simply going to show him your love obsession

ꗃ You just had to work smart - like you always do

ꗃ You all were taken by the High Guard and later Sentinel's guards appeared

ꗃ You managed to not get captured and helped Orion with revealing the truth, and ofc ramming the train into Sentinel's tower

ꗃ Then the fight happened

ꗃ D-16 shoots Orion and rips Sentinel in half

ꗃ Orion returns as Optimus Prime and banishes D-16, now turned Megatron

ꗃ Everyone was happy that the treachery of Sentinel came to an end

ꗃ You on the other end were nowhere to be seen... and so was Sentinel's body

ꗃ Gaining some medical skills in the mines helped you to somehow keep Sentinel online and let you protect control him

ꗃ You really wanted to give him back his lower half, but first he had to earn it

ꗃ At first Sentinel was sure someone will know he was trapped with you, it's not like you could hide it that well and soon he would be saved or taken to prison... right?

ꗃ You would disappear for long periods of time and return to him, telling him about your day and always have a gift for him - imagine his terror when you managed to get to Arachnid without being spotted and noone really seeing it until it was to late - her mangled frame infront of him, one of his best and loyal warriors completely destroyed to the point that if he didn't know her, he wouldn't recognise the corpse

ꗃ He tried to escape - he really did, but the punishments following it were brutal and hurt each time more than before, being kept here like a caged bird with noone but himself to try and break free was a nightmare

ꗃ Gaining the rest of his frame was a relief but at the same time a curse, now having no cog and no means to transport, he was still stuck with a worshipping, delusional, deranged and overprotective yandere with noone to know he was still there - he preferred rather to die than live like this, but he had no say in the matter, he didn't exist anymore to the living

" Don't worry sweetspark, those disgusting Quintessons can't tell you what to do anymore, now you have me to protect, pamper and care for you! Isn't it amazing? Now you are finally free with me by your side! Forever! "

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( Master list )

(Don't be afraid to request :3)

[mychlapci]

I think it’d be really funny if in cybertron, amicas and sparkmates were forced to be in far closer proximity. Like the amica is bonded to a bot who had their own sparkmate. Great. Now get the bot bonded to both of them pregnant. Now, in society and the culture, both the conjunx and amica should be contributing transfluid to the creation of the sparkling. Usually the conjunx winds up contributing more, but it’s extremely normal and acceptable for the sparkling to look more like the amica than anyone else. They clearly love their amica so much, is not that nice?

And maybe it’s a physical need, too. If you do the sparklings form at first from a spark merge between mechs, then yea, maybe they need to be repeatedly exposed to the others bound to their carrier, like a conjunx and an amica. It keeps the carrier relaxed and feeling safe and protected, and it aids the sparkling

Ok now the funny bit. Imagine tf prime (or whatever you want but i think prime works the best for this). Imagine Optimus being amica bonded with Ratchet. And then Optimus becoming Conjunx with Megatron. And then Optimus gets sparked.

All this to say, Optimus getting tag teamed by Ratchet and Megatron, who are arguing with each other and each trying to one up the other with the overloads they can give optimus, with how much transfluid they can give him, how many times they can shove their sparks against Optimus’. And he’s just between them, completely blissed out of his fucking mind, unable to even really process what they’re arguing about this time

(When the sparkling is born, it has quite a bit of white, not silver, white, and ratchet refuses to let anyone say it came from Op, he even insists the blue eyes came from him alone. he fucked his amica so good his coding overwrote megatron’s. He never lets meg live it down, and meg reaaallllyyy considers locking optimus away when he inevitably gets sparked again to keep ratchet away)

-robooby

ahhshsjsw to be honest, I have absolutely considered something similar. i'm just a sucker for my own headcanon that the "regular" cybertronian relationship is made out of three bots, and that makes perfect sense when you take into account the institute of the amica and the conjux endura. and also the fanon trine.

tfp is the funniest continuity for Optimus to rope Megatron and Ratchet into the same relationship. Optimus spends most of his days pinned between a bickering Megatron and Ratchet, the two of them trying to get as much of their transfluid into their precious Prime as they can, preferably always more than the other. I think they both have quite the competition. And neither of them plays it fair. Optimus is regularly snatched away by either his amica or conjux during the day for a quick creampie in the closet, up to the point where they're evening out during the quickies. Optimus enjoys it very much. He gets his valve fucked and stuffed multiple times a day by the mechs that matter to him most? Yes please.

Megatron would get too smug for his own good once they learn that the bitlet is pretty huge, thinking he won the coding race, only for the bitty to come out in white with streaks of white and blue... Ratchet is so smug proud. Of course, a medic's coding is the strongest.

I also think it would be funny (and also kinda fucked up) if this was pre-war and this was the schism that made Megatron lose it.

[spaceshipben]

stupid rant, ignore（╹◡╹）

I never seen these two interact once, Even in fanart they barely are in the same art piece. I searched everywhere and only 3 fanfics of these two exist from 2013 and the last one being 2014. Maybe I didn’t look in good enough but like, I checked pinterest, here and pixiv (I’m pretty sure) and not a single art piece of them. Except one, ONE. It was comic of skywarp throwing some m&ms at perceptor and that’s it, Something everyone bothering perceptor. WTF, WHY IS THERE BARELY FANART OF THEM TOGETHER?? I know it’s because it’s some rarepair thing but most rarepair ships would still have at least fanart. There’s barely ships with skywarp, most being astrotrain and megatron, etc.. I’m pretty sure astrotrain and skywarp also barely interact so liek… IM CONFUSED. Or it’s because people like perceptor with yellow guy, Brainstorm i thinks. Did i miss something, Is everyone avoiding shipping them because something happens?? am I an idiot or something??? I can make my own fanfics and art but like, I can’t write a fanfic for shit. I can only do “Skywarp and perceptor kiss maybe idk” That’s it, That’s the whole fanfic for u. It ends there. I don’t mind ships of skywarp and perceptor being with others, I like the other ships but like why not skywarp and perceptor?? The only reason why i decided to ship these two because i was like a big fan of skywarp and perceptor, One day I think “What if skywarp and perceptor like each other” and I searched everywhere and nothing. I’m crying why, nothing for them uggghh I feel like i’m the only guy who ships them in the new big funny year. What the sigma no skywarp and perceptor fanart or fanfic for me to consume. I swear if I missed something, Was there a agreement in 2014 that everyone should never let skywarp and perceptor together, I think they would be awesome together, At least from what I watched from season 1-2 in g1. Maybe It’s because I didn’t watch season 3-4 but I refuse idk why, But then again didn’t skywarp go bye bye in the movie and become purple guy. Maybe I missed something in the Idw comics??? whaaaaaaaaaa……… I can’t read the comics anyway, too hard to find. Their ship name would also be hard. Skytor? Perwarp? Percywarp? Skyceptor? perwarp? Can I make the ship name since I’m basically the only one? Fuck it it’s gonna be.. MicroWarp or microwave or something. Maybe Telescope, telewarp or whatever. Their names suck, I hate u. Is there also a ship of perceptor and starscream? They’re both scientists. Startor. Fuck u perceptor pick a better name next time, this is your fault. Can’t find a good ship name for this guy. A year in this fandom and still have no art about this ship. I love you perceptor but yk. maybe they aren’t meant for each other, But even if they aren’t, there are still ships that don’t make sense but people openly love. Almost like thundercracker and soundwave, Aren’t they also considered a rarepair? Not saying thundercracker and soundwave together doesn’t make sense but about how they barely interact. whatever, don’t matter. It’s not like I was waiting for a year for this ship to happen. Maybe there’s too many ships and characters and that’s why. Or it’s perceptor’s fault, Fuck you perceptor.

Also, First time actually drawing perceptor. I tried a new brush too. ♪(´ε｀ )

I love perceptor so much for a year now but it’s my first time drawing him. Thats crazy

first one to make the perceptor x skywarp tag, I WAS HERE!!……. i think

[fourphoenixfeathers]

Tags from @hotmothsummer

ASK AND YOU SHALL RECEIVE. I'm still very much cooking but I'll write down what I'm thinking so far.

I love these two so much. It's absolutely insane how the two bots least likely to trust anyone became partners, and while the show wouldn't upset the status quo so majorly, I really wanted to see Auto Berserk go a different way.

So Starscream is sick of Megatron's scrap, and getting abandoned on the battlefield was the last straw. Red Alert is on a hair trigger and thinks the autobots are going to take him apart for scraps. Starscream spots an opportunity!

He pulls Red Alert aside to hide him from the autobots and start his plotting and scheming. It's them two against the world now, and if they can get the negavator, no one will be able to stop them anymore. Starscream wants to finally be on top (but secretly he just wants to finally be safe) and Red Alert wants the security (even though his personality will always find something to be paranoid about). They need therapy your honor.

Starscream is in a pretty good place here! Red Alert isn't hard to manipulate, all Starscream has to do is play into his fears. It's free partner (but watch out)!

I have this vivid image in my head of Red Alert jumping at the slightest of sounds, interpreting anything and everything as a threat to him and his new partner. On one hand, it's kind of annoying to keep talking him down from a false alarm, but on the other... Starscream never had anyone by his side before who was so genuinely concerned for his safety. He's always had to look out for number one because no one else would. Skyfire was the only one who would, but even after he was found in the ice, that didn't last long. Uh oh, he's getting attached.

On Red Alert 's end, he's getting to see a completely different side of Starscream. The flaky SIC gets so much scrap for his cowardice and general gremlin behavior (not to mention how the autobots literally joke about the Megatron domestic abuse), but without the autobots or the decepticons around, Starscream is surprisingly competent. It'll definitely give him something to think about when his logic circuits aren't buzzing like bees on crack.

Then they capture the negavator. All the factions and the two defectors are in one high stakes fight. Red Alert's not doing too hot, Starscream wants to make sure he doesn't leave him for rejoin the autobots without stressing him out so much he explodes, and then Megatron chooses this moment to come in like the kool aid man.

It comes down to this: claim he was getting the weapon for Megatron... Or stick with Red Alert. The answer is obvious isn't it? Megatron will kill him if he doesn't get into his good graces immediately. But Starscream hesitates. The reason he got into this mess was that Megatron left him for dead even when he wasn't being actively traitorous. He's alive as long as he is useful, and even that isn't a guarantee. But for all his paranoia, Red never threatened Starscream's life.

Red Alert sees Starscream's hesitation, and for a moment he fears Starscream will betray him. He should have known not to trust the Decepticon notorious for his treachery. But Starscream instead calls for a tactical retreat for the defectors.

I'm a bit fuzzy on what happens next, but the gist of it is Starscream chose Red Alert over Megatron, and Red returns the favor. They are besties, do not separate. On one hand, I want Screamy to have more defector vacation bc there's no way he'd drop everything and join the autobots so easily. But at the same time, using his null ray to calm down Red Alert's overactive circuits is a temporary measure, and Red will have to get medical attention sooner or later, and when he does he will return to his own faction.

They are so star crossed. They worked so well together when they both acted as neutrals (ignoring the gaslighting. Shhhh it's my sandbox now I do what I want) but that can't last and it's 😭😭😭🥺🥺🥺. Unless Starscream gets his head out of his tailpipe. Hence, I'm grabbing him by the throat and shoving him in the redemption bin. Somehow.

[lexicorp]

Transformers Earthspark: Another Place, Another Prison

Star does indeed get his meeting with Hashtag he scored with his deal with Megatron. Although, as most things, it doesn't exactly go favorably. The chaos energy shit and his damn 10k layered trauma ratatouille is not exactly making things easy for anyone. I REALLY want these two to reconcile at some point, yet alas, this is certainly not that chapter-

Also--Bee was absolutely about to be baited into fighting Star at the end before Tag interrupts lmao

Previous Chapter: Lingering Ghosts

First Chapter: A Need For Read

Next Chapter: An Unwanted Sequel

Chapter 5: Perception

Starscream had rounded the perimeter of the cell approximately 175 times now. It was a respectable number to end on, so he decided to take a seat against the wall. Megatron was certainly taking his time in fulfilling his side of their deal. Perhaps he had decided to simply forgo upholding his word. That would be disappointing. Although admittedly unsurprising.

Starscream's wings perked at the sound of pedsteps through the corridor, but drooped when he recognized that it was his audials playing tricks on him again. 

“Ey what’s the plan commander? I’m dyin’ in ‘ere!” Swindle complained, and the noise made Starscream’s optic twitch red.

“I’m working on it!” He growled. 

“Starscream: Moping.” Soundwave commented just so helpfully as the stoic mech also sat on his aft in the cell across from him.

“I am not!” Starscream’s vocalizer betrayed him with a high pitched squeal, and he cleared his throat. “I do not need to entertain any of you glitches. Just because my processor insists on projecting you, does not make you worthy of my attention. Leave me be and jet yourselves back into space why don’t you.” Starscream waved a servo as if he could send them away with the gesture. 

It only partially worked, as Soundwave’s form found it pertinent to displace itself to a less casual moment in time. When Mandroid had been given free reign to select any one of them as lab rodents to be experimented upon. The blue mech’s servos and peds were tightly bound to leave him splayed out upon the ground for scrambling little human pests to defile his circuits. They hadn’t even severed his sensors for the operation. They’d just popped open panels and prodded around like maggots deconstructing a living corpse. 

Starscream’s frame locked up as his spark felt constricted in his chassis. His vents had stopped. He knew it wasn’t real. Perhaps he shouldn’t have angered the illusion. Now he was stuck rewatching the disgusting scene as samples of the mech’s frame were being sawed off barbarically, the internal wiring being strewn about, and those cursed injections of more than questionable substances. The array of equipment echoed dreadfully in his audials.

Suddenly, the world spazzed again, and one of the G.H.O.S.T agents hovered sinisterly in front of his cell. Staring. Scrutinizing him with an air of hunger on its faceless mask. Like a predacon reveling in the power it held over its prey. Savoring not just its victory over its victims, but sadistically devouring the gruesome process itself. The creature simply found joy in their suffering, and lingered in a promise for what Starscream knew had happened next.

Then, there was Skullcruncher. Starscream heard the croctobot shift in the cell beside him, and his helm was inadvertently drawn to face it. The frame he saw wasn’t right. The lighting wasn’t right. It was dim and hazy, but he vaguely identified Skullcruncher as he shambled towards the barrier separating them. The sturdy beast was painfully caught between his bot and alt modes. Plating bent, warped, and twisted in ways it should not have been able to manage. His faceplate distorted with shadow and melting metal so that his optics and dentas stuck out in an unnerving, unnatural manner. 

The raspy voice box of the creature spoke to him. It sounded like too many different vocalizers at once for him to discern.

“You deserve what has come to you, Starscream. It’s your fault. You didn’t help us. You only helped yourself. How could you?”

Starscream yelped and scrambled back until he hit the opposing corner. His wings vibrated, crimson lightning flickering between them, and he barely registered them scraping against the wall. 

“You did this.” 

The words dug into his audials and he slapped his servos over his receptors like it could save him. “No no, shut up.” Starscream hissed as he glared at his knees, then his vocalizer cracked a chuckle. “You’re not real! It’s not real!” He sang manically. “You can’t trick me. No no no no…”

“You’ll never escape, Starscream. You have no allies that would bother to help you.”

“Hehe-” His vents were cycling far too quickly to aid his addled processor as he muttered, “I’m not listening to you. I don’t have to listen to you. Leave me alone.”

“...Who are you talking to?”

Starscream shrieked and flung his helm backwards in surprise at the suddenly crisp, external sound that questioned him. His optics shot in its direction to see exactly the Terran he so desperately wanted to see. He excitedly sprung to his peds and spread out his servos earnestly.

“HASHTAG!” Starscream greeted perhaps a bit too loudly, then swiftly stepped closer before finding a bit of hesitation and slowing his approach. “I-it’s so good to see you–heh- how-h-how have you been?? After… well, uh��”

“After you stole the Emberstone, nearly killed everyone I care about, and forced Terratronus to start destroying Witwicky?” She finished snarkily with crossed arms and an angry look on her faceplate. 

“Yes… that. But we can put that whole debacle behind us! We each got a couple good jabs at the other– what’s a few bouts of blaster fire between friends, right?” He waved his servos around animatedly and his vocalizer was a bit too high pitched for his liking, but that was a silly concern.

“You’re crazy.” Hashtag stated decidedly with far too much contempt, and continued with bitterness bleeding through her tone, “I can’t believe I ever believed in you! How could you do that!? I see now that you are just– worse than Megatron ever could have been.”

Starscream’s wings flicked stiffly behind him and his widened optics glitched between their red and blue as he took a step back. He was horrified. At what exactly, he couldn’t decide. She hated him– She didn’t understand– She was wrong. His wings shifted up and down erratically to relieve even a fraction of the pent up energy clawing at his spark. His servos shook and his optics darted across different points of his surroundings, occasionally landing on Hashtag before looking away again.

“I- You-!” Starscream had lifted a digit with the intent of confronting the Terran’s accusation, encouraged by that damned chaotic crimson corrupting his vision. But did he really have the right to berate her? A parasite nagged at his impulses that he should crush her voice box for her impertinence. He should tell her just how foolish of a proclamation she had made. Give her a verbal assault equal to the one he’d given Megatron. How dare she turn on him like this.

Yet with his sparing glances at her faceplate, even with the assured determination she held herself with, he saw glimpses of fear in her stance. This deepened the pit in his tank. Was he scaring her somehow? That wasn’t what he wanted. How could he have those thoughts?! Perhaps she did have a right to be angry with him after all…

Starscream in-vented, then tried his best to smile and smooth his vocalizer. “Come now, Hashtag, let’s not be brash.” He chuckled halfheartedly. “I’m sure you don’t mean that! Believe me, it was never my intention to damage you or your terran siblings. All you really had to do was step aside while I– what I mean to say is– i-it wasn’t about you, I just-” Oh that sounded bad didn’t it?

Hashtag scoffed, “Not about me? Woooow, thanks. That totally makes what you did alright. Except it doesn’t. You know, you’re lucky we’ve kept Spitfire and Aftermath from coming in here to give you a piece of their mind! What about what you did to them, huh!? I don’t care if it wasn’t about me, you still hurt and endangered so many people for some stupid power buff!”

Starscream stared at her blankly for some time as her words loaded in his processor. They’ve kept Sprite and A.M. from coming here… that means the sparklings were moving! Of course they saw it fit to come back online as soon as he was out of the picture. He knew it.

Starscream’s grin widened at the revelation, “I KNEW IT!” He said so suddenly that Hashtag flinched in surprise and looked at him with that same strange expression Megatron had worn, paired with a dash of confusion at his proclamation. He straightened himself to regain what composure he could before tilting a servo to enlighten her. “See, I knew those two never required those Embershards to function! I was right! They were just playing a petty, silly little game to get back at me when we were trapped up there in the Titan. Did they just need whatever fuel you Terrans need? Did you somehow collect a higher dose of the chaos energy that I could not? Or did they simply arise after I departed?” He tilted his hip snarkily and crossed his arms. “If that is the case I will have quite the word with Sprite about her rather rude, meager communications she chose to send me instead of contributing.”

Hashtag’s intake hung open stupidly before her faceplate scrunched in bafflement. “...What?”

Starscream thought he had explained himself quite well. He rolled his optics and impatiently urged her to answer his query, “At what point did they decide to come online?”

“Decide?? You killed them! We were only able to bring them back with a crazy idea to toss them into the chaos cloud junk with the spear! Of course anime has never done me wrong and it totally worked– but they weren’t deciding to be dead! What’s wrong with you!?” Hashtag was throwing her servos around in some ill placed frustration as she spouted nonsense.

“They weren’t dead, they were in stasis from their regretable damages.” Starscream tried to clarify. He wasn’t crazy. He knew exactly what was going on.

“Dude you can’t be this delusional. What weird space rock did you eat up there?”

“I’m not delusional.” Starscream snapped with a flash of red in his optics before he reeled himself in again. “If they were permanently offline, then there would have been no possible way Sprite could have pinged my communicator!”

Hashtag blinked and shook her helm as she partially recognized what he’d said. “Sprite…? You mean Spitfire??” She actually looked fondly amused before she forcefully refocused herself, “No– ugh, c’mon man! That makes absolutely no sense. Maybe she was like, haunting you, or something–that would definitely make for some good cinema– but I’m pretty darn sure they were dead-dead for a while there. They looked very dead to me.”

Starscream threw his servos in the air, “Well maybe she was a good actor all along! I’m not crazy!! And I am most definitely not hearing things!!” His wings shuttered as the chaos energy pulled at his circuits. “Believe what you want if you enjoy being wrong–” Lightning shot through his frame and he shook his helm in a hopeless effort to stave the crimson from his optics– “You…You’re just a confused sparkling that doesn’t understand the nuances of the situation– STOP FRAGGING LOOKING AT ME LIKE THAT OR I SWEAR I’LL DESTROY THIS PATHETIC BARRIER!” 

That slagger Bumblebee ran up from his post at the sector’s entrance to plant himself between Starscream and Hashtag defensively. “HEY! Cool it Screamer! Don’t make me cut your playdate short!”

The corrupted power of the Emberstone erupted from Starscream’s frame, causing that wretched shaking and haze in his optics. “BUT OUT BUG! This doesn’t concern you!” He growled with a stance rearing for a fight.

“I think it does, actually. Especially with whatever this is.” The bumbling bot whirled a servo in Starscream’s general direction rudely. 

“Oh REALLY?” He laughed darkly, “You honestly think you are of any use here?! You could never hope to stand against me, scout. Now step aside. Or do you wish to come in here and prove what little prowess you might possess?”

The bug scoffed, “I’m not going to fight you right now Starscream.”

“Coward.”

Before Bumblebee could respond, Hashtag frantically yelled: “STOP!!” Once she’d gained their attention she in-vented sharply and placed a servo on the bug’s shoulder plating. “Just- c’mon Bee, this was stupid… let’s just go.”

“WHAT? You- you can’t just leave–” Starscream stressed angrily. How dare she try to walk away from their conversation!

“You can’t tell me what to do!” She snapped at him before stomping away down the corridor. The bug stared at Starscream a moment longer before hopping away to catch up with Hashtag. 

Blue battled for control of his optics and his vents quickened, then he scrambled as close as he could towards them with an extended servo. “WAIT! Wait– please– w-we can- we can still talk about this- I’m sorry I– I didn’t mean it! Please Hashtag, I’m sorry if I scared you, don’t–don’t leave!”

She only spared him one last glance as she tightly hugged her frame, her faceplate full of hurt that he’d foolishly caused. Then the door closed.

“NO! No…no-” Starscream’s servo slowly lowered partway before balling into a fist, “UGH WHY DID I DO THAT?!” He slammed it against the barrier before slumping down to his knees pathetically with a whine. Then voiced Hashtag’s question in a whisper, “What is wrong with me…?”

Nothing about that had gone as it should have. 

Starscream had wanted to have a casual, friendly conversation where they could possibly reconcile. Where maybe he could’ve gotten her to understand, and forgive him. Perhaps even get her to pass a good word to the Autobots! But then he had to go and open his big fat glossia, and say literally all the wrong things. 

When had it devolved so horribly?? He hadn’t thought it was going that bad! Sure, It had often periodically become more confrontational than he had hoped, but he should have been prepared for that. He should have rehearsed his approach better. Why hadn’t he prepared? He’d had the time, hadn’t he?

Yet all he’d managed to do was frag things up more than they already were. Now how was he going to get out of here?! Jump one of the glitches if they decide to bring him energon…? That had too many ways to go awry, but it might be his only chance.

Or… Perhaps, he could get this Primus damned power that infected him to actually be useful…

[livewireprojects]

Mute!Bee & Revived!Prowl ProwlBee AU

mute!Bee, revive!Prowl, hurt/comfort & possibly angst with happy ending(might not be in my post but the prompt kind of leads to moments for it)

This was suppose to be a prompt but I feel like it’s too long to be one especially due to all my rambling. Added tags above for just in case that this AU/attempted prompt fits.

It's post series, I dunno what's going on but Team Optimus is still working as a team. I dunno the setting but I'm guessing the team chose to keep working on Earth & might be helping other bots get use to being on Earth on occasion.(Inspired by Memories Don't by Z18lloos on A03) It's been a month since Prowl died, it'll take time before they prepare for a funeral.

By some miracle Prowl has come back to life, could be that despite being dead for a month it wasn't his time(let him live a long life with Bee, just saying I think he deserves it) or just as some kind of thank you for saving everyone he's given a second chance at life.(Also inspired by Memories Don't on A03) No one knows how it happened & after making sure he's ok & won't die again they send him back to his team.

Prowl can't wait to see his team again because they've become close over time.

If he & Bee are sparkmates/a couple then he especially can't wait to see him. If they're not a couple(not yet) then he can't help but feel a part of him wanting to see Bumblebee again, maybe it's because they've grown closer than the others or maybe he has noticed he might want a closer bond with Bee.(Especially due to having time to think while waiting to return)

Prowl gets there & the teammates he runs into are happy to see him. Everyone is curious about how he's doing after his death & learning the war is over let alone the fact the base will be getting temporary teammates showing up occasionally. He's glad to see everyone(and learn his room was kept safe because no one should be messing with it) but he has yet to see Bumblebee & while everyone says he's doing ok they seem to be talking about current time while possibly nervous about talking about how he was doing after Prowl died.

Either Ratchet has enough & shows Prowl or Prowl eventually goes looking for Bee himself.(Maybe with Ratchet telling him where he is/to check for himself) Prowl finds Bee relaxing, hanging out with some of the recruits & Sari. He seems ok if not a little tired but Prowl notices he doesn't seem to be talking much.

Prowl finally walks over, Bee is in shock but also happy to see him. It seems like despite the team being warned ahead of time Bee either didn't know or forgot.(Or Despite knowing he's still surprised/shocked cause it's still hard to believe Prowl is alive again) Bee hugs Prowl close & it takes a bit to realize Bee is too quiet. Prowl is worried as even though Bumblebee has calmed down over time he's too quiet.

Eventually Ratchet takes Prowl & Bumblebee(Bee mostly cause he doesn't want to leave Prowl) aside/to a quieter room to explain Bumblebee thanks to the stress & trauma of losing someone important to him caused Bee to end up with trauma based select muteness. Physically he's fine but the grief/stress & trauma he went through has led to Bumblebee struggling to process his voice.(Made worse by the fact a lot of this happened after finally having the chance to process everything that happened recently after Megatron was defeated) Everyone has gotten use to it by now but it's sad that their friend/teammate/kind of adopted family member is struggling thanks to everything that has happened. The only comfort is that the fight against Megatron is over & Bee despite helping out with day-to-day life in Detroit can have all the time he needs to process everything & has the support of his team/found family.

The rest is just Prowl getting use to the changes that happened while he was away & reconnecting with Bee as Prowl helps him process his trauma. Maybe with the chance of Bumblebee slowly recovering his voice as he gets help.

If Prowl is sparkmates with Bumblebee it's just two bots able to be with their lover again. The fact they're sparkmates might help Bumblebee be more willing to "talk"(likely use a datapad to write stuff out) to Prowl about his struggles & convince Bee to get therapy. Maybe some moments were they go on dates, have moments alone & maybe thanks to new recruits being curious some moments were Prowl & Bee(with help) talk about earlier moments of their relationship & how they became a couple over time.

If Prowl & Bee aren't sparkmates then maybe Prowl starts to realize he wants to be in a relationship with Bee & works out how to court him after Bumblebee recovers some/is use to Prowl being back in his life. Prowl starting to fall for Bee over time & trying to find a way to see if Bee would be interested in seeing if they could try being a couple & later becoming sparkmates. Bee has some struggles "talking"(any form of non-verbal communication) to people about the trauma/grief he dealt with but with Prowl doing his best to be close with Bee again it might help the minibot slowly open up to him. After they become close Bee confesses to Prowl that at some point he had feelings for Prowl but wasn't confident enough to confess & Prowl wanting to be with him as well as support Bee's journey to getting better helped the minibot try to act on these feelings & try to get closer with Prowl. Seems both wanted to court each other & it's only after Bee had the strength to "talk" about his feelings along with Prowl finally talking to him about the idea that they finally realize & can accept the want to be a couple.

Bee's feelings for Prowl made things worse when Prowl sacrificed himself. He'd never see him again, they'd never get to spend time together nor work together again & in the version were they weren't already together Bee would never get the possible chance to confess to Prowl. Yet here he is, Prowl came back & they get the chance to be together again. Things aren't perfect, the two still need to work things out even if they are a couple now, getting use to changes & Bee still has trauma to deal with(depending on what you choose he's only starting to get his voice back or hasn't gotten his voice yet) however they're doing better than a month ago/when Prowl woke up.

They're still on a long path of recovery but they have each other & the support of others. They're home again, they're together & either are sparkmates or dating with the eventuality of becoming sparkmates & to them there's nowhere else they want to be.(I have no idea how to end this)

[princesstarfire1234]

Random ideas for a hypothetical Scavengers (mini) series

So I made a google doc a few nights ago and filled it with random ass ideas for how a cartoony likely-episodic Scavengers series could go... It was around the same time I wanted to get to animating a Scavs-related thing but no promises there or to this ever becoming more than rambles

Anyways... heres an unorganized collection of my silly thoughts:

POST-WAR!! War’s over, Autobot-Decepticon alliance is great and dandy for everyone except of course the folks who got left behind and forgotten by respective High Commands and have had to make their own dealings in space to get thru life and shit; focusing on the daily struggles of your average low of the low genericons/bots, the Scavengers

Optimus and Megatron are definitely married (trust); we go the IDW MTMTE route but instead of Megs off on a quest with Roddy and gang, he’s with Optimus and they both publicly surrender/call truce or whatever on-video and agree to help repair cybertron instead of squabbling, sending a message to all cybertronians taking refuge amongst the stars blah blah blah its time to go home (pilot should open with this i think, set the worldview up straight from the beginning)

It could either be set in the slums of like some populated city or smthn, like maybe Dead End of Kaon or smthn OR… now consider… Set NOT on Cybertron, literally anywhere BUT Cybertron; the Scavs wander space, at least every few episodes or so would be set in a different planet or smthn, having them do their usual shenanigans and (failing) their supply/scavenging runs, as well as the occasional star station too for like a pit stop i guess; there’d be atleast one episode where they go to earth probably

Main characters (scavs duh, but lemme write some shit down here rq):

Krok - the dutiful, ever-patient (one can of engex away from losing it) leader of the Scavengers; he’s the one that usually has the single functioning brain cell

Crankcase - the skillful pilot of the crew’s beloved Decepticon-hijacked Autobot vessel, always in a sour mood, think TFA Ratchet but up the old man crankiness to 500; really good at fixing things (mechanic)

Spinister - a little stupid… all the stupid actually… but he’s got things rattling in there too, don’t worry! The Scavengers’ medic; would probably be Cybertron’s greatest surgeon if it weren’t for everything else

Fulcrum - Defunct?? Rejected?? Something-class Decepticon, a bit of a coward, found in a dumpster by Misfire; he’s a technician too! Score!

Misfire - ideas are about as good as his aim (which is not at all); the really really talkative and social one; rejected Rainmaker/Seeker (bro didnt pass Decepticon Academy, rip)

Additional members that get added to the crew later on!

Grimlock - resident Dinobot and the only Autobot on the crew (for now or smthn idk), thinking of either having them find him during the pilot episode or a bit later on?; i think Krok would definitely have a thing where he’s super wary of him until a big character development episode thing happens like in MTMTE #46

Nickel - hmmm idk yet.. Maybe a former high ranking decepticon officer whose position has been stripped from her the more fucked up and bad the faction ended up becoming because she was very vocal about its problems til the current day? (I just don’t think her being connected to the DJD would work here womp womp)

Flywheels (unsure) - some mech that tagged along with them during one random shenanigans episode

MP3 / or some other new human character (unsure) - they have an episode where they go to Earth and befriend silly human… may or may not keep them, maybe they could be an honorary Scavenger but only appears sometimes or stays on Earth but keeps in touch with the Scavs (look I just think having a human on the crew would be kinda silly and funky for the dynamic)

Meanies to the crew (weekly bad guy):

Novastorm - leader of the Rainmakers; has beef with Misfire

Skullcruncher- Krok hates his guts; he’s the TFA Sentinel to Krok’s TFA Prime, probably served together on like whatever the equivalent of a Warworld ship would be in this

Raiders??? Space pirates??? Idk but I’d def make em be related to Spinister’s past or smthn (this was inspired by some fanfic I read a bit ago, I think Fool’s Paradise on AO3)

Needlenose? (Spin trusted him, betrayed copter boy :((( or smthn)

Scorponok - probably the biggest threat of the show (ofc not in universe), but he’d be like IDW Scorponok in that one Scavs issue, all kinda silly and dramatic but def a threat, he kinda reminds me of Dino/BW Megatron a bit

DJD (absolutely unsure, maybe a passing mention or not at all) - would probably have to sillify them a bit (a lot, idk how the hell Cyberverse managed it with Tarn)...

There's more in the doc but they're not fully formed ideas yet... My countless hours scrolling the Scavengers tags on tumblr have also given me ideas for certain kinds of episodes that could happen but again, nothing concretely written down yet

If I have the energy or remember this, I'm def gonna be updating it with some more ideas cuz whether this becomes real or not, its fun!! Maybe I could write it as a fic one day or if someones wants to idk

Okay bai bai for now, I gotta eep 👋

[solar4seekstron]

Before and So Forth Chapter Six: Megatronus

Transformers One!Megatronus x Cybertronian!GN!Reader

Solars Indie Series

Chapter One, Chapter Two, Chapter Three, Chapter Four, Chapter Five, Chapter Seven, Chapter Eight

Introduction Indie Series

Contents: 16+

TW/Tags: Pretty normal chapter, more drama with the harem, Vector knows something is up, Megatronus goes into boyfriend mode, Reader is growing distant from Starscream and Soundwave that’s why reader is acting the way they do with the two, this chapter is really just to build up the next and the 8th chapter, the ending was a pain to figure out my god. That should be all.

You couldn’t sleep that night. Both full of excitement and fear. Sentinels words still looming over you.

But soon it will be the last day of your courtship. Even though that means that your relationship might change with the other bots…Primus why couldn’t you be born as a minicon and not fall in love with anyone?

When the lights from your window hits your optics. You realize you’ve been staring at the ceiling for hours.

And so you sat up, grabbing some energon, and making your way to the tower. You knew you had training with Megatronus today. And then meet up for another meeting with Starscreams team.

You were dreading it honestly.

As soon as you got to the tower, soon opening the front door after the guards accepted you in. You were surprised to to Solus and Vector Prime speaking amongst theirselves as a few guards stand by.

You started to worry. Why would the primes be near the entrance like this?

You descided to take a different path down the hall.

You cant deal with the primes right now. As you continue to walk you’d soon feel a larger cervo on your shoulder.

You stopped.

Turning your helm to see its vector prime. You soon spoke. Surprised he stopped you as he had a smile. “M-my Prime.”

”Young Y/N. Do you mind if I have a chat with you. Alone at my training quarters?”

You tried to hold back a gulp as you slowly nod. “Not at all My Prime.” You responded flawlessly as his grin only grew.

You’d follow him to his training quarters. Wondering what he cold be needing you for.

You both soon made it to the room. He opened the door and allowed you in first as he held open the door.

Once inside, he closed the door and you could hear the locks behind you. You turned around and he just stared down at you.

Pulling out his swords.

Your guard was already up. But now it’s spiraling to a high. You backed up. Your cervos already on the handles of your swords as you looked at him.

”Now now. I just wish to practice your sword training.” He starts to walk tot eh side. About to walk circles around you.

“I’m honestly ashamed I didn’t see a proper as well as a sword fighter alongside me and very few others.”

He’d continue as you watch him. Your cervos remaining on the handle of your swords as he kept speakin. Probably trying to catch you off guard.

“Ever since the start of this week. My dear brother Megatron has been..Distracted. I thought it could be Solus not making up her damn mind about her feelings with Megatron and a few other primes….But now I see why.”

He stopped behind you. His swords on both sides of you. You glanced at one of them. Seeing your own reflection as well as him looking down at you.

”Tell me.” His other sword was now under your chin. Making you look up a bit as the other went to your stomach. Going to your lower stomach. You stood still as he contnued to speak.

”If I were to add you to m team. My training sessions instead. Would Megatron not miss you so much? I’ve seen your records. But. I’m not that too impressed with that…scar.” His sword by your helm now closer to the side of the scar. Gently gracing it with the side of the sword.

Very slowly you pulled your swords forward a little as he spoke once more.

”If you can somehow defeat me. Then I wont remove you. I just cant start having the strongest primes in our rank be distracted now. Should we?…….So…what will it be?”

You were fas to move. Pulling out both swords and moving your helm and body just right from his swords.

Slashing at his swords and kicking at his lower stomach. You then had to land on your cervos and jump back to your pedes.

Grabbing your swords off the ground.

Soon in your battle stance as you stared at him. He then stood up fast. He looked almost surprised as he stared down at you. You having one sword infront of you and the other behind you.

Vector then spinned his swords a couple times before moving forward for the first attack. You were fast to block his attack with your swords. You both staring at each other as you kept your grip.

“Already with one of your Primes? Guess I invoked you well little one.”

You two kept at it. You mostly dodging his advances of cutting you while you were able to put in a few good cuts.

At one point you threw your swords over him. Using your strength to grab his shoulders with your cervos. Moving your body above his then kicking him back by his chest. Landing on your pedes and picking your swords up in a fast motion. Back in your battle stance as you hear him grunt.

”A fast aren’t ya.” He looked back. You kept still. Waiting to see what he’ll do next as he picks up his sword.

You were almost out of breath. You both at this for a while as he didn’t seem to be struggling too much. But before he can do anything.

The two of you then heard the doors on the other side open. Guess he forgot to lock those.

Megatronus soon came in. You can tell even with his mask on that he was angry as he stared at the prime. You stood there. Your arms to your sides still holding your sword. Vector doing the same as he stared at Megatronus then spoke.

“You think you can try to take away one of my best soldiers without my knowledge?!”

He made his way to Vector. Passing you as you just watched. Megatronus getting into Vectors face as he spoke.

“Did Solus put you up to this?”

Vector just stared at his. Clenching the handles of his swords as you slowly put you swords back in their handle in the background.

”What has she poisoned you with to make you go after them? Tell me!”

Vector stayed quiet for a moment before casually spinning his swords.

Then putting them back in his holders. “Brother. You are distracted. I was simply just testing the distraction. I must say they are a strong worrior. So what else can it be?”

He starts walking towards you. You took a step back for a moment. Megatronus noticed and stepped between you both. Vector speaking once more.

”Oh. I see that’s how it is brother. For sham. But I suppose it makes sense.”

He walks around Megatronus. Back to you before placing his cervo on your shoulder once more. “Solus didn’t send me. But I’m sure her being worried of your “Distraction” wasn’t a coincidence. Be more careful you two. Because who knows how long this’ll last.”

He mad his way out of the room. Leaving both you and Megatronus alone. The room stays quiet. You looked down before looking back at Megatronus. Who’s cervos were clenched as he stared at the door. Before looking down at you.

Your frame soon facing him as you stared up at him. “Megatronus?”

He lets out a breath before kneeling down before you. Placing her larger cervo on your lower back and takes off his mask after setting down his spear.

His mask then coming off as his white optics look down at you. You’ll never get tired of looking at his optics. He’d then look at the door before looking back at you. He then finally spoke.

”Are you alright?” He asked. You slowly nodded before looking at the door. You’d the speak. “We should…head to training now. Right?”

He’d not That is until he gets a comm by Zeta Prime. Appearently he needs to speak with him along with the other primes. Megatronus then spoke to the comm, turning away a bit .

“I’ll be right there.”

He looks back at you. You reached a cervo to rest on his cheek. “Are you alright?”

He turns his helm and gently kisses the palm of your cervo before speaking. “My apologies sweetsaprk. I’m not sure why but I’ll look into it. It would appear that our secret wont be one of a secret for much longer. I suppose that can help with the last of our courtship.”

You let out a soft sigh and looked down. “But what if-“

He stopped you with a soft kiss. Before pulling away and speaks. “Until then. I’ll comm you. Training will have to be canceled and we’ll-“

This time he was stopped when you kisses him. Gently pulling and holding his cheeks gently. The kiss soothing and passionate. You both closing your optics as you both let out soft moans. His cervo still on your lower back. He was the one to pull away before speaking.

”Until then, Sweetsaprk.”

With that he stood up and put on his mask. And made his way out of the room.

You stayed in there for another moment…Well. You had other..”Interesting” mornings this week before this one. Which is strange now that you really think about it.

From there you made your way to the other door and unlocked it. Surprised to see Starscream on the other side. A frown on his face with optic ridges furrowe.

His cervos on his hips as he stared you down. You only looked up at him with wide optics.

”Me and You..are going. To. Have. A. Chat.”

Soon he grabbed your arm and dragged you with him. He started dragging you to his own meeting you and places you in a chair. Holding both of your arms.

Practically man handling you. You started to panick as he pulled a seat and sat in front of you. Crossing his arms as his moves a leg over the other crossing them.

He just stared down at you for a moment before speaking. “I should’ve known this was happening.”

You gulped as he continued.

“Behind everyone’s back. Behind mine! After the promise I made to you! When were you going to tell me hm? When were you going to tell me? WHEN?!”

He sat forward at the last part.

Causing you to lean back a bit. You thought. Maybe he doesn’t know the full story?

Ok just don’t overreact. This can be anything.

“Um….What did I not tell you?” Starscream looked almost like he was huffing before his optics growing a brighter red and let out a small growl.

Standing up fully and slamming his cervos on the arms of your seat as he spoke. His voice a bit louder.

”About you and your special relationship with that Prime!” He keeps staring down at you. You keep looking at him worried. He then lets out a growl. “With Zeta Prime!”

For a moment your face relaxed. Oh-

Then out of no where you started to laugh. You weren’t expecting him to say him of all primes. Starscream was still at that positio. His cervos on the arms as he leaned over you. His intake open a little as he looked at you.

His optics dim as he shows a confused expression.

You keeep laughing. You speaking inbetween. “I’m sorry. I’m sorry. You think me and Vector Prime?” You chuckled.

“What cause we both use swords.

Starscreams dermas had a frown as he stared at you. You’d then wipe away a tear of joy before moving under his arms as he just watched you. then standing fully straight when you got closer to the door as you spoke.

”You really thought I’d be going around with him.

You’re terrible at eavesdropping Starscream. Oh and I’m still mad at you by the way. So.” You are about to touch the button to open the door until Starscream grabbed your cervo and pulled it closer to his chest.

”Don’t think you’re getting off that easy. What where you and him speaking about?”

You’d let out an annoyed sigh as you tried to pull your cervo back. “That’s non of your business Starscream. He just needed to speak to me about my form. That’s all I’m allowed to speak about.”

You said casually to taunt him. You were able to finally pull you cervo away and walk out Starscream watching you as you walked away.

You rolled your optics as you whispered to yourself as you stomp away.

“Unbelievable.”

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Later you were in the lunch room. reading a data pad about the latest events of the Quintissons. As well as a report by Rumble who has been on a few advantures.

That surprised you since you still can’t go anywhere thanks to your last mission and the scar on your cheek.

Primus it doesn’t even feel like it’s been a few days although it feels like weeks instead.

You drank some energon as you kept reading. Hearing the door open but not paying much mind. That’s when you heard someone sitting next to you. It was Frenzy. He then spoke as you heard Rumble behind you grabbing some energon. “Are you mad at Soundwave? What he do?”

You just sigh and placed the data pad down as you respond.”I am Frenzy but that’s because he wasn’t thinking straight. That’s all.”

He was silent for a moment before speaking. “It’s because he wants to frag you huh?” You choked a bit on your energon before looking back at him. He lets out a chuckle as rumble did with energon. The two starting to eat as you looked at them.

You’re not sure what to say. Returning to drinking your energon.

“He had a crush on you ever since we started working for the high guard you know. Give him a chance and just listen maybe? He’s been pretty sad since.”

You listened to him carefully. You’d sigh and stand up. “I need some air.”

”We don’t breath like organics.” The two would say.frenzy grabbing your cervo pulling you back to eat with them once more. You’d groan and sit back down.

Eating with the two as Rumble starts talking about his recent adventures.

Unknown to you Shockwave was standing at the door with a cup of energon. Walking in and sitting next to you. Rumble and Frenzy in their own conversation.

Not noticing him.

Shockwave sat there an started conversation with you. It lasting for a while. Your meeting with Starscream for another while. And it was nice…Being with them.

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A few hours have went by. Still no comm by Megatronus. Shockwave had to leave to continue with his work and the cassette twin already left to Soundwave. Once alone you stood up and made your way to your meeting in Starscreams meeting room.

That went as good as you can…expect it.

Youre pretty sure Soundwave was staring you down from across the table and Starscream will glare at you with every chance. At least they’re good at not making it obvious.

You mostly just looked over data pads as you listened to Starscream yap about his plan. Knowing it wont be easy for you to go anyway.

Even though your scar is pretty healed up.

But what was the real kicker was when Soundwave kicked you at the leg. Telling you to stay. You looking at him with cervos clenched on the table as everyone else left soon out the door. Happy the 4 hour meeting was over.

And so…”Why wont you talk to us?!” Soundwave angrily asked. You responde.

”Soundwave it’s been a day. And my reasons are my own. Not yours.” Soundwave let out a growl before standing out of his seat.

His cervos against the table while Starscream stood at the head of the table.

”I am not doing this with the two of you.” You said as you stood up. “I am a grown bot and I will descide.” You say the last word a bit louder as you looked at Starscream.

Who just crossed his arms. “Maybe when this war ends. If it ever does! Now if you both will excuse me! I have to go.” Soundwave stood up and watched you before making his way to you.

But before he could grab your arm you were able to get the door to slam in his face.

You continue to walk down the hall. Primus what is up with the mechs today. You walked past a few guards. A few of them waving to you. You waving back.

But out of no where. You finally got a comm from Megatronus.

You made it to a more private room close by and closed the door. Answering the private comm. You spoke with a bit of a shaky voice.

“Hello?”

”Y/N meet me in my sleeping quarters…Tonight is the night.”

Not me giggling and kicking my feet under my desk as I type this out. I hope y’all liked this everything in here was to help out with building up the next two chapters. Also I decided on the last chapter I’ll create an alternate ending where the primes live. Lots of you have been asking for reader to live happily ever after with daddy prime.

Sorry that the ending is so weak it was killing me all day on how to end it. But I hope the rest before what somewhat enjoyable. Y’all can let me know in the comments lol. Sorry again but I hope you guys enjoyed!!!!

As always a repost is appreciated and I hope you guys have a good rest of your day!!!!

[revelboo]

I love your writing and I love that you’re having fun with it even more! It baffles me how good you are with coming up with different dynamics for each of your storylines and they all work so well. My favorite has to be tfp megs. Maybe it’s a guilty pleasure but something about the fake hating or the taboo codependency really scratches a specific itch on my brain.

I know it’s a very satisfying dynamic to write. This one is a bit earlier than I’d planned, but I wanted to get it down while it was in my head.

And you guys crack me up sometimes. I’ve seen one of y’all call Optimus ‘Pee Paw’ in reblog tags and now TFP Megs is ‘Space Crack Grandpa.’

Broken Arrow Pt 9

TFP Megatron x Reader

• You’re frozen against him, body arching into his where his denta are gripping you. He’s shocked you so badly you don’t know how to respond apparently. There’s a faint unease at your stillness, that maybe he finally pushed a bit too hard. It’s only when he bites just a tiny bit harder that you snap out of it and smack a palm against the side of his helm. “Get off, you jerk. Who bites someone?” And there’s the anger he enjoys so much. Laughing again as you try to shove his head away and he lets you, aware of your soft, warm hands gripping his helm, your face red and furious.

• And he’s laughing again, so messed up he finds your frustration hilarious as you keep your grip on his helm to keep him from trying to bite you again. That bare prick of his denta on you had broken through the shock of the not entirely unpleasant feel of that bite. “You shouldn’t do that crap,” you mutter, trying to maintain that frustrated anger, but worry creeping in to your tone. “At this rate, the Autobots won’t have to do anything. You’re so messed up, you’ll probably fall out of the ship and do it for them.”

• Those hands are unbelievably soft on him, fingers gripping his helm to try and keep his face out of biting range as you scowl up at him. “Don’t tell me you’re worried about me,” he asks, grinning as he catches one of your wrists and feels you immediately try to tug loose as he considers nipping those little fingers. Wanting to just because he can, just to feel you shudder against him again.

• Trying to get your hand back, you plant the other one in the center of his chest. “Don’t flatter yourself,”you mutter. “I’d shove you myself if I could.” He’s not letting go, but there’s a new, calculating gleam in his optics that makes your skin prickle all over. Because on that stuff? There’s no telling where his processor just went or what he might do. Like rasp the claws of his other hand down his chest, those armor panels shifting to reveal something pulsing with light, something alive that pulls at you and you realize it’s his bare spark. ‘That’s how you end a Cybertronian,’ his words come back to you and you suddenly want loose. Want him to close those panels up, because seeing this is uncomfortably intimate. “Cut it out.”

• “Don’t tell me you’ve had a change of heart, pet?” Servos tightening on your wrist to force your hand closer to his spark, you suck in a sharp breath and try to lean away, eyes widening in alarm. “Don’t you still want to end me?” Knows he should stop, let go. Because you’re not playing along, there’s something very much like real panic in your eyes as you struggle against him, then shudder violently when his spark reacts. Reaching out a tendril of energy to meet your shaking fingers and now he’s frozen.

• Warmth spins through you at that contact, you can feel him as those tendrils of spark energy curl about your fingers. And you’re not fighting to get away anymore, you’re surrendering to that feeling of falling into him like plunging into deep, still waters that are churning violently just under the surface. Fractured sensations and memories spin you about, too chaotic and alive for you make any sense of. Just knowing that this is him, all of him. Drowning in him, feeling your heart struggling, missing beats. Hurting.

• That contact runs electric through him until he’s jerking you closer to strengthen it without even thinking. He’d only meant to make you angry, to provoke you, but as awareness washes over him in a warm fall like summer rain, he’s suddenly painfully sober. You’re only a human, but he can sense something there that’s not a spark, but close. Something even more achingly fragile than you are as your head falls forward against his shoulder and he can’t move even though he needs to break that contact, shove you away to save himself. You’re just a sparkless organic. And what he feels isn’t a spark, but something that might as well be one entangling with him, slipping soft as a sigh through him as his servos tighten against you. Realizing just how bad a mistake he’d just made.

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[starvonnie]

Our Pink Living Room

Rating: Explicit Relationship: Megatron/Rodimus Additional Tags: Sticky Sexual Interfacing (Transformers), Artificial Intelligence, Angst, Androids, Post-Transformers: Lost Light 25

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He's not your Megatron.

Rodimus gasped as his spike met with aching ceiling nodes.

This is a lie.

Blue optics met red before shuttering closed for a vent-stealing kiss.

This isn't right.

Rodimus did everything he could to ground himself in the moment. For Primus’ sake, he was more than filled with spike—Megatron's spike—but it wasn't his. 

His Megatron. 

The condemned one. The dead one. The absolutely-not-alive one that couldn't be here. Couldn't be holding him.

And yet, he was.

“I love you,” the fake whispered against his lips.

Rodimus moaned before whispering back, “I love you, too.”

But what he loved was a program. AI. Just ones and zeros strung together in just the right way, with a one-to-one scale non-sentient (well… his sentience was debatable) robot. His only solace was that whatever this near-clone did, supposedly Megatron would have done, too. So maybe Rodimus had been too much of a coward to take that leap, but at least he knew his love was horribly requited.

Rodimus regretted. He regretted so much. He wished he had been braver. He wished he'd enjoyed Megatron while he'd had him. And he wished he had fought harder at his trial. Maybe if he had said the right things…

He mentally shook his helm. Interfacing. He was fucking. He shouldn't be getting sad, he should be getting railed.

Rodimus kissed him some more. He'd wanted to kiss Megatron more than anything. While Brainstorm had assured him that this Megatron would be as close to the real thing as could be, he knew deep in his spark that Megatron's lips wouldn't have been as soft and yielding. He imagined they'd be scarred and a little rough.

He couldn't really believe this wonderful lie. He talked like Megatron. Moved like him. Sounded like him. But they never bickered. Not like they used to. He was too damn agreeable. He wanted him to mock Rodimus’ garish colour choices or raise an optic ridge at the amount of sweetener he put in his morning cube. Instead, he awoke to Megatron—or this facsimile of him—having already made his morning cube. With the exact number of sweeteners he usually added.

He tried to test him. 

“I don't actually like it this sweet,” Rodimus lied.

“No? I apologize. Tomorrow I will make it how you like it.”

And the stupid programming remembered, leaving Rodimus to suck down less-sweet energon until he corrected Megatron again.

It was always how he liked it again.

“Can you write me a poem?” Rodimus asked.

Megatron cocked his helm. “What would you like it to be about?”

Rodimus frowned. “Me, obviously.”

Megatron had nodded, stood, then immediately got to work on a datapad. Within a few minutes he'd completed a whole-ass poem, and it was good. Definitely in Megatron’s voice, too, but it still felt off.

Rodimus glanced at that very poem, sitting on the nightstand. He wondered if Megatron, had he loved him, would have actually written him poetry. He burned to know.

“You love fucking my valve, don't you?” Rodimus said between breathy moans.

“I love fucking you,” that damn AI corrected.

It always said exactly what he wanted to hear. Like it was reading his damn processor. He hated it. 

But he couldn't live without it.

Rodimus returned home from work later that day, and Megatron was waiting. Same chair. Same energon blend. Same damn day. Over and over and over.

Frowning at the fake, Rodimus did something different. He ignored him. He walked straight to the washracks and scrubbed at his plating until it felt raw. He wanted to go back to the beginning where he was just so happy for the companionship that he didn't care that this wasn't real. That it would never be real.

Still simmering beneath the surface, Rodimus went back out to the kitchen where Megatron still waited, unmoved. It was like he was waiting to start some program.

Once again, Rodimus did something different. He grabbed some engex and took a swig straight from the bottle. 

“You're drinking again?” Not-Megatron sounded concerned.

“I'm having a drink,” Rodimus corrected. “What do you care?”

“You're my conjunx.”

A flare of anger burst from Rodimus’ field. Of course, this fake never understood him in that way. “Too complicated,” Brainstorm had said when Rodimus asked about his lack of a field.

“We're not conjunx,” Rodimus said quietly.

“What? Of course we are, I lo—”

“You are not real! How could we become conjunx if i didn't initiate, huh? What could possibly put you in a bad light? You have no substance for the Act of Disclosure!”

Megatron's optics dimmed and he lowered his gaze. “Perhaps because I am not real. But I am. I am Megatron.”

“Megatron never would've let me paint the living room pink! Much less with flames around the door!”

Not-Megatron looked around, his brow creased with worry. “We can paint it another colour.”

“That's not—AARGH!” Rodimus kicked the couch. “No! You're supposed to tell me this is a hideous colour and then suggest some bland shit that's an offense to colours everywhere!”

“Maybe… beige?”

“Maybe beige? Are you serious? I lied! You'd want to paint it purple! It's always purple with you!”

Megatron stood and closed the distance between them, and Rodimus stupidly let him. “Then we can paint it purple.”

“That's not the point!” Rodimus grabbed him by the collar faring and tugged him down until they were optic-to-optic. “Fight me on it. Argue with me. We always argued!”

“Will that make you happy?”

No.

“Yes!”

Megatron frowned. “It's a hideous colour.”

Rodimus should've been embarrassed, but his horniness hit him full-throttle and he smashed his mouth against Not-Megatron’s too-pillowy lips. It wasn't long before those strong arms had whisked him away to their berthroom and Megatron was deep inside of him again, fucking him like it was his Primus-given purpose.

Except Primus had no purpose for him. Primus didn't make him. Really, he was basically just a sex robot. Which, normally, Rodimus wouldn't have a problem with, but that wasn't why he had him made.

He needed more.

The next day, while at work, he did the bare minimum and spent most of the day just thinking. He weighed the pros and cons and did some deep soul-searching to figure out what he really wanted.

His processor hurt by the end of it.

Of course, he came to the same realization he always did: he wanted Megatron. He wanted to actual mech. The one with free will who wouldn't just let him do whatever he wanted without consequence. 

What finally pushed him to do it was the realization that Megatron wouldn't want this. The dead were dead and there was no way to emulate that.

Megatron didn't resist when Rodimus told him to open his chest. Where a spark should've been was nothing more than a computer compiling and spitting out data. All it took was a few snips from wire cutters for his not-conjunx to go dark and silent.

Rodimus still cried.