#tfo fanfic

[bitter-goodbyes]

You Look Like Yourself / But You're Somebody Else

https://archiveofourown.org/works/62705680

"If D-16 knew anyone, he knew Orion Pax.

It only makes sense, doesn’t it? They had been together practically since they first came online, spending every single moment they could with each other. They were best friends, two pieces of a whole, soulmates, even. Sure, they had a few other friends and people they would talk to, but they were each other’s lives."

Or: Author is in love with the idea of Megatron thinking Orion Pax is dead and that Optimus Prime is an extension of Primus.

[fanged-fanfics]

☆ Iacon's Sweetspark — Sentinel Prime x GN Reader HCs ☆

Genre: Fluff || they/them pronouns for reader || No warnings needed (except for TFOne spoilers)

──────.𖥔 ݁ ˖˗ˏˋ ★ ˎˊ˗.𖥔 ݁ ˖ ──────

ᯓᡣ𐭩 Absolutely 100% the type to spoil his sparkmate. He knows how much pride and praise can mean to someone, especially because he holds it in such high regard personally, and he doesn't hold back either when it comes to it

ᯓᡣ𐭩 Has a very strange dynamic with PDA. Either has a very public relationship where you'd have PDA 24/7 or would be extremely selective on who gets to even know you're with him to begin with, no inbetween

ᯓᡣ𐭩 Keeps you buffed constantly, it's one of his favorite ways to bond. He loves feeling like he's keeping you clean and polished, and he absolutely preens whenever you compliment how well-kept his plating is

ᯓᡣ𐭩 Feels safe enough around you to complain about his dealings with the Quintessons, he just flops across your lap and expects to be pampered while he laments about how hard it is to be the best

ᯓᡣ𐭩 Doesn't seem like he'd be very attentive on the surface, but in reality, if he likes you enough to have you as a sparkmate to begin with, then he's definitely deeply smitten. He knows all your cues of how you're feeling by spark and immediately starts fawning over you if you seem stressed

ᯓᡣ𐭩 Not really the type to run around and do a bunch of things himself. He prefers to coddle you in his arms and order people around his base to do things for you both while he sticks by you for emotional support

ᯓᡣ𐭩 Definitely uses wing language to try and flirt with you before you're officially together. Stretches them out wide and makes sure they're kept shiny and clean to seem as impressive as possible

ᯓᡣ𐭩 Generally makes big entrances to show off to you. He loves hearing praise and getting compliments from you, so he does impressive flight tricks or big glamorous gestures to achieve that

ᯓᡣ𐭩 Gets very defensive for you when it comes to the Quintessons. Any slights or comments of harmful intent don't slide at all— he'd rather work the miners to their protoforms than have those slimy bots get their tendrils on you

ᯓᡣ𐭩 Despite all his boasting and bragging when you're in public, he tends to be more vulnerable when it's just the two of you. He's clingy, kinda whiney, and more willing to talk about his actual motives and feelings without the haze of public appearance suffocating it

ᯓᡣ𐭩 You're the only bot who can calm him the best when he starts ranting or raging. Whether you're gentle or firm, he responds to you better than anyone else, even if he's kinda pissy about it afterwards

ᯓᡣ𐭩 He once got a bit sloshed off of high energon and spent several hours making a nest for you both out of berth bedding and any comfortable material he could find. He hates if you ever bring it up, he's deeply embarrassed about 'giving into such insticts'

[catcake24]

Oh god, I just had a brilliant TFOne KO/BD fic idea.

So you know how G1 Knockout is a construction worker and G1 Breakdown is a racer?? Well, in TFOne we see Breakdown is one of the racers in the Iacon 5000 (I don’t have the screenshot, but I do remember seeing his name along with the other Stunticons).

So… what if Knockout in TFOne is one of the many cogless miners???

So, here’s my idea (spoilers below):

Knockout is one of the few on-site medics for the miners, there for work related injuries (like Jazz’s leg in the movie). He’s not a worker because he has a processor bug, where he faints whenever he gets overwhelmed or too excited - which wouldn’t be a good trait for working in the dangerous mines.

Because of this relatively safer position, he tends to be cleaner and shinier than his fellow workers - cleaning and buffing his plating during work hours. He’s not the most well liked, but he’s good enough at his job that people just deal with it.

Knockout is a racer fan, and wishes he could compete in them very badly. Like many miners (at least in my fanfic), he feels like a piece of him is missing and would love to race if he could transform. He’s much like his TFP version in personality, sassy mean girl personality, maybe a bit nicer since he’s younger and already treated like shit.

Breakdown meanwhile, he’s a somewhat cocky racer who’s been apart of the Stunticons (who are basically just brothers who are all racers) since he was born. Due to being a transforming mech though, he hasn’t had much contact with cogless bots.

This changes when the Stunticons decide to go drag racing in a cogless residential area, a somewhat common thing since the roads are clear of other cars and the locals can see some drag racing without needing to get time off work. Knockout is one of these spectators, though only because he had a rough shift and needed something to blow off steam.

During the race though, there’s a crash and Breakdown needs medical attention - and the closest medic is Knockout.

Knockout ends up repairing Breakdown, who was curious about meeting a cogless bot, and from there it’s pretty typical KOBD I imagine. Breakdown might be more cocky here, but Knockout can match it easily and sass him for overworking his engine during the race Breakdown likes a mech who can talk down to him, and ends up flirting with KO… who faints from surprise and excitement.

Idk where to go from here, but I really like the idea of this being a bit of a roleswap au for the typical TFP KOBD and to mimic the “lower and higher class romance” stuff we see in tfp megop. I feel like these two would totally carry on a star crossed romance, meeting in semi-secret and Breakdown learning about KO’s life as a cogless bot and taking him on dates to places he could never access before.

BUT!!! After the events of the movie, Breakdown sees it all go down from the broadcast and rushes to see if KO is okay. He hasn’t seen him in awhile since all the miners were suddenly pulling mandatory extra shifts and injuries had increased exponentially. He bumps into a red racer on the way, trying to squeeze past, but then realized it’s Knockout who now has a t-cog. He came looking for Breakdown to show him.

Breakdown happily lifts up KO, who narrowly avoids fainting this time, and they go on their first racing date - and Breakdown is only more smitten when Knockout narrowly beats him.

(Please feel free to use or expand on this, i haven’t written knockout before so I would love some input on how he would act lol)

[aqua0dot908]

whats up gang second ever real girl post on here and yeah.... its transformers..... (im so ill about them) anyways! decepti!bee au fanfic i wrote except its the obligatory "bee loses his voice" moment bc im so normal also dadwave is here

pls read it i love sharing my illness

[quirekey]

Starlita? I would never have thought of that, and personally, I'm not into straight ships... but there really is something about Starlita... I like it, I like it a lot... I think I need more of them... Can I get a ficlet with them? 👉👈

WELL TIME TO CHANGE UR MIND STARLITA MY GOAT IENCEURNI I shall grant you part 2 of a Starlita fic

DISCLAIMER: If you do not enjoy Starlita, pls scroll ^^

[ STARSCREAM ] x [ ELITA ONE ]

[ starscream x elita one ]

Part 1

“… Bumblebee told you, didn’t he?”

”Yeah, but I’m not complaining.”

START OF PART 2

The two stood in silence, the awkward tension rising. None of them wanted to really say anything or make a move. Elita decided to make the first move and pulled him into her. She didn’t care if she was barely shorter, she just needed to take care of Starscream’s cowardly nature. She pulled the both of them flushed together and scoffed at his scowled and tinted face.

”Hey! What are you-“

Elita hugged Starscream harder, telling him silently to shut up and embrace what they're having right now.

”… What are you doing?”

”I’m flirting with you, what else? You're not brave enough to try.”

Elita spoke up sarcastically, smirking. Starscream just sighed and looked away with his face still scowled. He was obviously enjoying the moment but he couldn’t admit it. Elita slowly got off him and decided to make her leave.

“Right, too fast. I’ll see you in the next meeting then.”

Elita took her leave, heading straight to her quarters. She left Starscream with a lingering feeling that mixed his spark. Her straight-forward and sarcastic attitude really did something to him. He hated this feeling as much as he hated her. Why did she come in and love-bomb him so suddenly? She isn’t the type of bot to do that, is she?

Starscream isn’t the type to care or overthink but he had this passive crush linger on him for so long and suddenly Bumblebee decided to tell her his secret? He was absolutely stunned to the core and flustered, heat filling his frame.

‘She can’t just leave me because I’m superior!’ He silently thought. He wanted this stupid femme-bot back right now. The denial he had that he already started missing her was pretty heavy, but he knew he’ll be able to see her in the next meeting.

During the time before the meeting, the encounter brought up so many questions. What were they? Does Elita like him back? Why does he miss her so much? What even is going on? Starscream gripped at his helm and stared down at his command centre, what in the world is he gonna do and what will even happen? He wanted to know but he was also secretly afraid of rejection. But what could he do..?

He got up and decided to walk around outside to freshen his processor. Starscream felt a wave of relief wash over and just walked around the currently-being-fixed Iacon.

A vibration suddenly went off and he opened his database, receiving a reminder that he needed to attend a meeting with Megatron, Optimus and Elita immediately. Of course he forgot… He transformed into flight-mode and flew off.

[energ00n]

not an au related question! have you watched/read any other type of transformers media (tfp, tfa, comics, videogames, etc) ?

I tried sitting through TFP but eh.... I watched a few selected episodes. TFA I think I watched 8 eps? Comics only pages here and there and I'm not a gamer so I know nothing too

[rescuebabiesau]

This was my first time trying to draw TFOne Optimus, and I rarely draw OP to begin with, so I'm fairly happy with it

Tied to my Vector Sigma AU

[5wolfdog5]

Transformers one fanfic idea

Megatron/D-16 becoming obsessed with the idea of cloning , power and bringing back the dead.

Megatron/D-16 is obsessed with these specific things not really because he wants to create an army of clones and undead soldiers but because he wants to revive Orion Pax the friend who is still dead in his eyes due to his guilty conscience.

Just imagine Megatron/D-16 trying to rebuild Orion Pax the way that he remembers him all the while he’s being haunted by the ghost of Orion Pax that Megatron/D-16 created in his mind to keep him company but also to taunt him.

Due to the fact that Megatron/D-16 guilty conscience creating a ghost of Orion Pax to haunt him Megatron/D-16 do not see Optimism Prime as the real Orion Pax.

Also just imagine an entire clone army of failed Orion Pax bodies.

Random Autobot: is it just me or do these clones look a bit like Optimus Prime?

Another Random Autobot: oh scrap your right they kind of do.

Random Autobot: exactly it’s kind of creepy

Meanwhile

Megatron having a hissy fit because Shockwave got Orion Pax’s face wrong on the clone again.

Shockwave: lord Megatron I am trying my best but I only have one hand to work with.

Hope I haven’t spelt anything wrong

[lilithblackwood]

Presenting a Transformers OC x Canon fic that I made for my friend @littledoodles501 and their OC, Moon-Gaze! Spoilers below for anyone who hasn’t read the IDW comics and/or watched the Transformers ONE movie!💖💓

…in all her cycles of experience, she should’ve seen this coming miles away.

Moon-Gaze should have known the moment she stepped foot in this wretched place teeming with Decepticons that something was off. How it was all-too simple for her to sneak herself in. How there were very few guards out and about patrolling certain areas in the headquarters despite the blatant significance of most of them. The second she immediately connected the dots, she was already surrounded, stripped of her weapons and immobilizing all movements in her systems.

Now here she was, sitting in a decrepit cell of their making as a punishment for her own carelessness. As her magenta optics gazed listlessly between the bars, she resisted the urge to release a mocking laugh at herself, resting her head against the wall.

…how amusing. A bot whose ability to perceive even the faintest brush of danger was sharpened by cycles in Kaon since coming online was captured in mere minutes. She could already hear Sun-Glare admonishing her, a suitable case of ironic karma for the more reckless twin to lecture the cautious one of the two.

…perhaps she should save her self-demeaning remarks for another time. For now, she should focus on escaping and regrouping with the others. As frustrating and humiliating as her situation is, it’s not as if it could get any worse from this point forward.

As if she tempted Primus himself, the sound of footsteps began to echo in the shadows surrounding her cell. There was a deep, resounding tempo to them that resonated deeply within her. Something that caused her optics to widen as indecipherable emotions swarmed within her gaze the moment she recognized those footsteps.

…there was only one bot she knew with that oh-so familiar tempo in her audio receptors.

She could never forget, even if she tried.

As the footsteps grew louder, she wanted nothing more than to curl in the furthest corner of her cell, hoping the shadows would obscure her figure.

…but Moon-Gaze knew all-too well there was no point. And by the time the footsteps finally stopped right in front of her cell, she did not so much as look up from her seat in her prison as a voice she could never forget began to speak.

“…twenty-four cycles.” It uttered, booming all around her despite its eerily-soft tone. A piercing glint of silver shone out of the corner of her lackluster gaze. “Twenty-four cycles, we stood together as one. For twenty-four whole cycles, I savored and cherished that rebellious spark of yours. How it burned through every authoritative constraint they imposed on us, even when it was as subtle as a shadow. For twenty-four cycles, that rebellious spirit was what illuminated the darkness of the corruption that threatened our very society. And yet…when the time finally came to choose sides…”

Fierce, scathing shades of scarlet met her magenta optics the moment she finally lifted her head for her gaze to meet his.

“…you. Chose. Optimus.”

Megatron’s figure was imposing as she last remembered of him. Even as she begrudgingly mustered up the strength to stand up at her full height, it still felt as though he dwarfed her in comparison. Only the bars between them served as the sole barrier, yet it did nothing to protect Moon-Gaze from the piercing glower burning into her, nor did it shield her from his venomous voice.

“…why? Why did you do it? Why choose the people you once resisted in the past? Out of all the sides you could have joined in the war, especially the one that represented the will we shared to change our wretched world…” The Decepticon leader himself slowly uttered, not once looking away from her optics as his expression was completely indecipherable. His fingers slowly curled around one of the bars separating him from his prisoner as if tempted to wrench it free, yet he did nothing to move it a single inch. “…why choose the Autobots…over us?”

The silence was suffocating as all Moon-Gaze could do was stare back at the Cybertronian before her, unable to tear her optics away from his icy gaze. The closest thing she could do was squeeze them shut, struggling to muster the courage to give a response to such frosty words.

“…have you ever truly stopped to consider the reason I was so rebellious in the past?” She slowly uttered, piecing her words together as they flowed out of her lips. “Why I disapproved of the workings of the society we had back then despite being content with my personal life? I rebelled because I found fault. Because I found the possibility of improvement. And I stayed with you then because you thought the same. Because you wanted to act.”

Moon-Gaze gradually met his scathing gaze as she continued, slowly raising her own hand to grip the bar he was holding as she wrapped her digits around the metal just beneath his hand. “…but how you chose to act was no different than everything I wanted to change.” Her words were almost a hiss despite the composed tone, her voice on the verge of wavering with suppressed emotion.

Megatron narrowed his eyes at her, his brilliant red optics flaring for a brief moment. But he kept silent, allowing the Autobot behind the bars to continue speaking.

“The way I wanted to make a change was with clean hands, regardless of the challenges doing so would provide.” Moon-Gaze continued, maintaining her indecipherable expression had rivaled the bot before her. “The cleaner the process would be, the greater our future would’ve become. That way, we would’ve been better than the ones who pushed us to fight for it.” Her optics softened ever-so slightly, subtle enough for only the sharpest of gazes to catch. “…would you have kept loving me then if I thought any other way?”

Megatron gave a loud scoff at her words, diverting his icy gaze away from hers as he glanced over to the side.

“I…do not…love…traitors.” He all but spat, his hands balling into fists so tight the faintest sound of ground metal could be heard. His words dripped from his lips as if he was spitting out poison itself, yet he refused to meet her eyes.

Moon-Gaze couldn’t resist the bitter chuckle that escaped her, gripping the bar in her hand as she flashed a weak smile at herself. Something in her cracked at his words, yet she couldn’t allow herself to show it.

“…even from back then, you always said the most awful of lies when it came to more personal matters.” She half-heartedly uttered, her hold on one of the metal bars loosening ever-so slightly. “Especially when it came to your own vulnerabilities. Out of all the things from the past you chose to preserve…of course it would be this side of you. And such a petty hypocrite you’ve turned out to be.”

A flash of silver flooded her vision for a split second before a firm hand wrapped around her throat, Megatron’s arm suddenly shooting through the bars to grab ahold of her neck. Moon-Gaze’s words were abruptly cut off by a sharp gasp at the vice grip, the Decepticon fixating her with a fearsome glare as pure fire burned in his scarlet optics.

“Don’t. Test. Me.” His words were pure venom, almost poisoning the very air itself as he tightened his grip with each word. “Don’t think for a second that bringing up the past will spare you of your fate.”

Moon-Gaze’s hand instinctively flew up to his wrist as if to pry his grasp off, her optics gleaming dimly. She was unable to tear his gaze away from his eyes, engulfed by the wave of emotions churning wildly in them.

Rage.

Disgust.

Impatience.

Hatred.

…and an emotion that both of them believed to be long-forgotten at this point.

“…then why…did you come here…?” Moon-Gaze barely managed to form words coherent enough to hear through the iron grasp on her throat. His hold was tight enough to slowly lift her feet off the floor ever-so slightly, yet her gaze remained glued onto his as she spoke. “You could have…made someone else come…to interrogate me…but you came yourself… It was not…for interrogation…was it?”

For the longest time, there was a heavy silence that threatened to suffocate her along with the tightening hold on her throat. It seemed as though even the tiniest of interruptions would shatter the frigid atmosphere and provoke the seething Decepticon leader squeezing her neck…

Then…he released her, dropping her back onto the floor with a frustrated grunt before yanking his arm away through the bars. Moon-Gaze coughed upon feeing the sweet release of her throat, her hand instinctively flying up to it where he was threatening to crush it moments ago. Megatron fixated her with an indecipherable gaze as her back faced him so she could support herself on the wall, his scarlet optics glowing in the dimly-lit prison.

“…you always did have a knack for thinking of foolish ideas and dreams, wasting all those talents of yours on them.” He coolly uttered, showing little to no emotion on his features. “Look where the Autobots led you with all the…scrap they fed your mind. Here to rust in this cell, under my mercy, which is not as lenient as you apparently deluded yourself to believe.”

“If you’re so confident about knowledge of myself purely because of past experience, then you should know that such empty words will have no effect on my resolve. So long as I am free to act on my own terms.” Moon-Gaze coolly uttered without turning to face him, resting her forehead on her arm as she pressed it against the wall. “…that might as well be the only thing we still have in common after my foolish surrender of my spark.”

Silence fell once again. Then Megatron began to turn and slowly make his way towards the doors. The Autobot did not have to turn around at the sound of his footsteps to know that he was about to leave, but right before he stepped foot outside the room, she called out to him once more.

“…and what of you? What do you plan to do with your resolve now that there is little left to conquer in your so-called revolution?” She coldly uttered, her magenta optics glowing in the dimly-lit room. “Do you wish to continue lying to yourself about this misguided ‘righteousness’ of yours? Like you did to me during those twenty-four cycles? You know I won’t even be there with you to relish that morbid victory of yours if you win.”

“…nothing will change. You made your choice, and I made mine. Cybertron will be purified of its rotten history, molded in the ideal society as I originally and will always strive for.” Megatron curtly replied before turning his gaze towards her ever-so slightly. His optics were brimming with a million thoughts as he stared at her back, all of which could never be properly explained. All he could do was give one final statement to her, one phrase to give her more to think of in the silence of her prison for an indefinite time.

“…and my spark will always be yours.”

Moon-Gaze squeezed her eyes shut painfully at his final words as the doors promptly shut behind Megatron’s departing figure, the bot now left alone in the silence of her prison. She no longer had the strength in her legs to continue standing, slowly sliding down against the wall until she was on her knees with her head still against her arm.

She might as well be in stasis with how cold and weak she felt now. Of all the spiteful declarations he could’ve departed with, why did he choose to say that…? It would’ve been so much easier for both of them if he said otherwise…

…of course he’d say that. Even now, he’s still intent on consuming every inch of her mind with his words.

The fault partially lies in her for listening in the first place. In the past, it was one of her greatest traits to be so attentive to everything and everyone around her, especially towards those she gave nothing but undivided attention to. And she was once so proud of it because he cherished it so.

…now it might as well be her greatest shame.

“…hey, D. Do you mind if I ask you something…really weird?” Her younger, naive self chuckled sheepishly to herself as she and her fellow mining bot sat together on the balcony of one of the highest buildings’ roofs in Iacon. Their legs dangled off the sides, yet neither were too concerned about the staggering height of the architecture as they mostly focused on the brilliant scenery of the city lights beneath them. “You’re probably going to laugh, but…do you think things would be a lot better if they were a little different?”

“How so? Everything seems pretty fine to me.” D-16 hummed in mild confusion at her words, glancing over in her direction with his molten golden optics. “Sure, mining’s been a little slow lately with how iffy the mines are now, but it can’t really be helped, you know? Things could honestly be a lot worse, actually.”

“But things could be a lot better, too.” Moon-Gaze pointed out, briefly glancing down at the gaping hole in her chest that practically flaunted her cogless state. “I mean…change can be scary, but we can make the best of it if we know what to do with it. There’s got to be some way we can make life easier for miners like us without messing up our work and everything…”

“Hey.” Her words were promptly cut off by the gentle touch of D-16’s hand draping over hers on the space right between them, prompting her to turn her attention towards his reassuring expression. “I know what you mean. I really do. And believe it or not, I’m a big fan of the idea of change in our society. But we just have to be patient and keep working hard so life will improve for all of us, okay? And even if nothing changes with us…would that really be so bad?”

He rested his head against hers, his soft expression reserved only for her ever-so tender as always as they surveyed the cityscape once again.

“…cause if we actually do make everything change ourselves, I wouldn’t hate the idea of keeping this the same for us both.”

Moon-Gaze gave a shuddering sigh under her breath as she returned to the present, feeling much weaker than before. She silently readjusted her position so her back was resting against the wall, drawing a knee up to her chest with her magenta optics dimmed.

“…you old fool.” She whispered faintly, knowing full well he was nowhere nearby to listen to what she had to say for him now. She squeezed her eyes shut once again with her head dropped forward, no signs of the stubbornness she displayed earlier anywhere to be seen.

“…this isn’t the kind of change I meant.”

[naviaknell777]

Requests for Transformers One are open!!

I’ve been on haitus for ages but am currently fixating on Transformers One (I’ve seen it twice already), so I wanna open requests for Transformers One! I’ve never done a transformers fix before but there’s nearly not enough of it online yet, so I’m here to help >:3 send ur fix requests, just read my request rules first my the pinned post!

[i-give-u--art]

*me typing on my google doc kicking my feet like an idiot as I write robot gore*

@yuukirita

SNEAK PEEK >:3 TW: blood -3-

Optimus never realized exactly how small B-127 was.

Sure, the bot was smaller than most but not by much.

Yet Optimus had never need so much energon.

Not even in the caves.

As the blue liquid coated it digits.

As it painted the floor.

As it squashed beneath his pedes.

He never knew such a small bot could contain so much energon.

: )

[sockiepuppetry]

You can't convince me D-16/Megatron didn't write Megatronus fanfics

The reason he beats up Starscream in the TFO universe is because he says his fanfics suck. While The rest of the high guard gives him constructive criticism.

[catcake24]

I SO DESPERATELY want to write an “Optimus looses his memory and becomes Orion Pax again” fic for TFOne. Probably it would be a time skip forward, so Megatron and Optimus are more reasonably their iconic selves rather than the younger versions we see, but still young enough that the wound is fresh.

Optimus does something, or the matrix is removed, and he transforms back to Orion Pax (before he was killed by D-16) and he has no memories beyond getting on the train with D-16 and getting knocked out by the transforming mountains.

Megatron, thinking quick, lies that Orion was sent back to Iacon due to serious injuries and have spent a long time in stasis. He says that he and Elita One managed to find the cave where the Primes died, and learned the truth about their world - this is where he tells a very heavily biased version of the movie’s events, but instead of Optimus becoming his enemy… it’s Elita One.

“She sided with Sentinel in the end, betrayed all of us! I tried to not hurt her, but she got in my way. She called me a monster, and rallied the ignorant Iaconians to fight us - their liberators from Sentinel, banished from Iacon!” He says, channeling his old resentment into this twisted version of history.

Orion’s face twists in horror, and he almost denies it. But when Megatron shows him the current battle outside with her leading the charge against the Decepticons (Elita trying to save Optimus), Orion believes him…. But only for awhile.

Because TFOne Orion Pax is sneaky and is not by any means dumb. He sees the contradictions, sees how he’s not allowed to leave the Decepticon base, and sees how his friend has become distant and, if he’s caught off guard by someone else, cruel.

He can’t help but sneak into Megatron’s office, and find out that Megatron is planning something evil or doing something evil, and then it becomes his mission to escape. He’s caught, with Megatron trying to get Orion back on his side, but Orion won’t hear of it - he knows he’s been lied to, and won’t sit still and let Megatron conquer Cybertron.

This is where it gets fuzzy for me, but eventually Orion breaks into where the matrix is being held, or maybe B-127 gets into the base and helps restore his memory, and Megatron can only watch in horror as his friend turns to him with betrayal all over again.

He was so close to having Orion Pax back, he would think, if only he behaved!

But Megatron also knew, deep down, that it wasn’t possible. Orion Pax wouldn’t have ever been satisfied with just standing by injustice, whether by the false enemy of Elita One or the Warlord that replaced his old friend.

Transformers prime + transformers one

[revelboo]

When the Devil works hard, but fanfic authors work harder

I came for x sound wave and starscream but stayed for Wheeljack, Jazz and (checks notes) Thundercracker?(He grew on me) I've been binging your fics and they're all super good it's hard to pick a favorite (I'm definitely not like a zoo animal rattling the bars of my enclosure every time I see an update for jazz or wj).

Anyways I hope you have a good vacation and stay hydrated 🩷

I’m just having fun. 18+ Mass displaced mech 🌶️

Inside Out Pt 7

TFO Starscream x Reader

• Servos sliding against your spine, tracing the bones under the skin and muscle as he comes down from the high, he has to bite back a laugh. At himself, at the whole situation. That pull, that need hasn’t calmed at all. If anything, it’s sank in deeper, getting stronger. Staring up at the ceiling, he grits his denta when you shift on top of him. Sliding deeper when you push yourself up from where you’d been sprawled on him. And he’s fully alert now, wings fidgeting where they’re trapped under him as you avoid looking at his face.

• Shivering as his spike pulses inside you and his hands slide to rest possessively on your hips, you can’t meet his optics. Because this? So much worse than the next morning walk of shame, because he’s still inside you. And when you do look at him, his expression is so damn smug you want to slap him. Like he hadn’t been as urgent and needy as you’d been. “Let go,” you mutter, trying to get off of him. And his servos tighten on you, moving you against him to make your toes curl. Making you realize how much stronger he is than you are. Hating that it feels good, the way his thick spike strokes deep inside you.

• “Why would I do that?” He groans, watching you toss your head back, your little hands on top of his as he moves you. Hips lifting to drive up as he pulls you down, listening to you make those noises for him. Tightening on him. “This is mine, remember,” he growls, back of his helm hitting the berth, frame straining as you roll your hips and your breathing becomes ragged.

• “Please.” Hate the plea, but you need him to move faster, these slow deliberate drives keeping that high out of reach. Needing it and hating that you do. That he’s doing this to you. Making you crave him, when you should hate him. “I need more.” Please. So close and hating yourself for wanting this, wanting him.

• Your silken heat gripping his spike as he grits his denta, there’s something almost obscene and strangely beautiful about watching your back arch as he begins to thrust faster. Your lips parting. Alien and strange, not Cybertronian, but undeniably his. Soft and warm, making those needy sounds that string him tight as you take his spike. “Say it,” he snarls, hips snapping up to meet you when he drags you down. “Say my name.” Only his, because he’s never giving this up when it feels so good. Doesn’t care if he shouldn’t be so obsessed with an alien, if no one ever finds out, no one can care.

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[quirekey]

Can we have some TFOne Starscream x Elita headcanons?

I was gonna say no but this is such a comfort ship, because its so good i decided to do a fanfic instead. This is very short because I’m tired

DISCLAIMER: if you don’t like Starscream x Elita, pls scroll ^^

[ STARSCREAM ] x [ ELITA-ONE ]

[ starscream x elita-one ]

Part 2

FANFIC

Let's say that Optimus Prime and Megatron had an agreement and were able to make-up. Instead of the war, it was the rebuilding of Iacon City. Optimus and Megatron ruled the city together and were heavily known for being truthful and real.

Starscream was the second-in-command for Megatron and Elita was the second-in-command for Optimus. Because of this, they had quite a lot of alone-time.

The alone-time they had consisted of awkward silence, tension and disagreements. They never really got along because of their opposing personalities. Starscream was cowardly, betraying and he thinks he’s the best while Elita was demanding, on task and fearless. Starscream thought she was too uptight and willing, sometimes even oblivious to Optimus Prime’s commands. Elita thought he was not deserving of his place as the second-in-command because of his every aspect.

Elita and Bumblebee were just having a small break together, sipping energon in a cozy room seemingly representing a living room. Her and him were just sitting around, each on a seperate couch.

“Why don’t you like Starscream? He’s fun to hang out with!”

“He’s incompetent and bratty. No point in trying to fix him. I don’t understand why you actually enjoy his company so much..”

“Heyy! He’s a good man, he told me that he enjoys your company a-“

“Bumblebee, did I hear you correctly?”

“Uh, no you didn’t. I meant that Starscream doesn’t mind hanging out you.”

“Bumblebee, I’m not stupid. Does Starscream really like my company? I don’t understand… All he does is make a fool out of me, even if it doesn’t make sense.”

“Okay, let me explain to you real quick. You know how I am friends with Starscream? He trusts me with most of his secrets because he thinks I’m really nice soo… He has told me many times about how much he wants to see you and how he wants to ki-“

“Stop, you’ve said enough. I’ll figure this out with him personally later.”

“Oh, well come to me when you need my help!”

Elita stood up with a hint of light-blue spreading across her face, swishing her glass and taking a last sip. She immediately made her way over to Starscream’s quarters with no plan, needing immediate answers.

She makes her way through the work-in-progress building, suddenly slamming the side of her fist on Starscream’s door repeatedly. The door slides open with a grumpy Starscream on the other side. Seemingly his grumpiness changed pretty quickly as he then smirked and crossed his arms.

“Why so sudden?”

“Starscream, I know about your feelings about me.”

“… Well duh, I hate you. What more is there to say?”

“…”

“… Bumblebee told you, didn't he?”

“Yeah, but I’m not complaining.”

THE END

This was more of a funny fanfic than anything else :)

[gardens-light]

hello!

I love your work and I wanted to ask if you would be interested in writing a D-16 x techno-Organic reader?

I would like to see his reaction to the fact that part of her body is soft.

Hi! Thanks for the feedback and for this awesome prompt. I've always liked the idea of a techno/Cybertronic- human/organic hybrid reader, and there definity needs to be more fanfics of it.

Hope you enjoy and apologies for keeping you waiting. :)

Of Flesh and Steel

Expecting the usual deal transaction, the Quintesson ship landed upon the vast plains of Cybertron, sending harsh vibrations through the metallic ground. Their leader scanning the area with a studious gaze, as D16 and his Decepticons greeted with polite bows and hidden, false smiles.

Once their guard was down, Megatron withdraw his cannon. The weapon whirling to life, as he held the barrel against the Quintessons neck with a smug smile. His crimson gaze giving a silent demand, as his glare narrowed.

Amidst disruption and confusion, you made your escape. Forcing your already tired, broken and battered body to run as far as you could. Desperate to put distance between you and your creators, only to lose yourself among the strange foliage of this unknown world.

Content: D16/Megatron X GN Cybertronian/Human Hybrid Reader. Events takes place after TFO.

Word Count: 1,300

The dense metallic forest of Cybertron shimmered under the glow of the twin moons, its landscape a strange fusion of natural beauty and mechanical precision. A forest filled with copper-like leaves hummed faintly, the sound of energon flowing through their veins filling the air like a distant song. Amidst the alien tranquility, D16 and Shockwave moved with purpose, their sensors tracking an erratic and unfamiliar signal.

His towering frame gleamed in the moonlight, while scanning the area with piercing optics. Claws flexed instinctively, prepared for whatever this anomaly might be. Beside him, Shockwave’s singular optic glowed a cold, analytical purple, his detached demeanor betraying no hint of surprise nor curiosity.

Cautiously approaching a clearing, the signal became stronger. Much stronger. Finally brushing away the branches and leafs, D16's and Shockwaves optics widened as their gaze fell upon the most peculiar sight.

You.

Despite having distinctly Cybertronian characteristics. D16 could see something more... organic to you. His optics roamed over your frame, but your... human like skin glistened faintly with a metallic sheen under the moonlight.

Your human-like facial features had the most beautiful optics the Decepticon leader had ever seen. Their unusual colour held a strange depth, as if they contained circuitry woven into your very soul.

Oddly articulated armor covered your arms and legs, segmented like plating- similar to his own.

A small gasp escaped your lips, as your startled gaze finally met theirs. Feeling D16's gaze, as he tried to study more of you. His processor attempting to make sense of the impossibility before him.

Shockwave tilted his head, his optic narrowing as he scanned you. “ "A hybrid of Cybertronian and something... organic? Unprecedented. Likely a Quintesson experiment. Curious anomaly. Should we secure it for study?”

You quickly flinched at Shockwave's imposing presence, pressing yourself harder against the tree as if trying to merge with its metal bark. Breath quickened, and a faint, glitchy sound escaped your lips—a broken plea in a language that Shockwave couldn’t decipher.

“Hold,” D16 sharply spoke, raising his arm to block Shockwave’s advance. His cannon clicked softly as it retracted back into his forearm. His crimson optics slightly softened, as he approached you, his massive frame towered, but his movements were calculated, almost measured.

A whimper softly escaped your lips, while you clutched onto a crude tool—a shard of Quintesson metal that you scavenged during your escape.

It was hardly a threat, but your grip upon it was desperate. Daring to aim the shard at him, feeling D16's optics study your movements for a little longer.

He could see the fear in her optics. Your... words was something he couldn't understand, but the trembling of your frame and the way you recoiled told him enough.

“Their fear is irrelevant,” Shockwave replied coldly, his scanner continuing to process data. “The priority should be understanding their origin and purpose. We should capture them for further analysis.”

Giving a subtle nod to the suggestion, D16 lowered himself to one knee, coming more to your eye level. Softening his voice to a low and steady tone.

“We’re not here to harm you.”

His usual tone returned once opening a private channel to his comrade. Analyze their signal patterns. I want a full breakdown of their language and physiology. But handle them delicately, I don't want you to get too... 'carried away' with your research.

Shockwave inclined his head, his optic flickering. Understood. Prepare for transport?

Not yet. Gain their trust first. It’ll be easier to extract information if they're more cooperative.

"Here..." Your studious gaze narrowed upon D16's outstretched servo. The back of his digits gently encouraging you to lower the Quintession shard, while edging his palm closer. "Take my servo. We'll keep you safe."

Hesitation eased your uneven breath as your optics studied his open servo. Your expression softening slightly while you slowly dropped the shard.

His hand...? His body...? It's... similar to mine...

Optics trailing up his arm, falling upon his faceplate. Placing your small, organic servo into D16's palm, silently allowing him to help you onto your pedes.

The sensation was startling for both of you. To him, your touch was alien—warm and pliant, a stark contrast to the cold steel he was accustomed to. But to you... his hand was immense and unyielding but not entirely hostile. Unfamiliar yet comforting at the same time.

Your touch still trembled within D16's servo, as your optics met his once more. The Decepticon leader felt the faint warmth of your organic flesh through the sensors in his plating. He tilted his head, observing you more closely.

Another sound escaped you, more urgent this time, your voice broke as you spoke to the pair in a pleading, desperate tone. Though your words were incomprehensible. D16's optics softened slightly, and for the first time, a flicker of something unfamiliar stirred within him— pity?

"Calm yourself," he said in the gentlest tone his imposing frame could muster.

You didn't understand his words, but his modulation slightly eased your trembling frame. Bring your spark closer to it's regular pulse. Your grip upon his digits slightly tightened, yet he could still feel your servo trembling.

Shockwave stepped closer, his ever-analytical gaze fixed upon you. Their integration of organic and Cybertronian elements is intriguing. There are no known processes that would yield such a seamless fusion. A study upon them may represent... a new frontier.

D16's crimson gaze flickered up towards his comrade, replying over his private comlink. We’ll take them back to base, but remember—this isn’t just a subject. Proceed with care.

Clutching onto his servo, looking up at him with a mixture of fear and fragile hope as you quietly followed D16's lead through the forest. He occasionally gave you a slight side glance, hiding the storm of suspicion and calculation within him.

Your trembling digits brushed against his metal palm, causing him to freeze for a fraction of a second. You were... impossibly soft—alien and fragile in a way he had never encountered. Cybertronians, even the most delicate among them, were made of metals, alloys, and composites. The sensation of warmth and yielding flesh against his cold plating was... utterly foreign.

While running his thumb over your smaller servo, his optics flickered briefly as he tried to process the sensation. The texture of your servo was smooth yet uneven, faint imperfections running beneath the surface—a network of tiny veins, a pulse of warmth radiating outward.

Something... stirred within his chest. An urge wanted to pull back, to break contact, as if touching you might do damage—or worse, compromise him. But he forced himself to remain still, his vast reserves of discipline locking his servo in place.

They feel.. soft. So soft. Soft, gentle and yet... resilient?

The fact that you had somehow survived the harshness of the Quintessons and the wilderness of Cybertron seemed at odds with the fragility of your form.

Your grip tightened slightly around his digits, pressing your body warmth deeper against his palm. D16 caught himself feeling an odd pang of... Pity? No, that wasn’t it. Understanding? Closer.

The softness of your skin, your frame it was... too exposed, too... unprotected. It stirred something in him that he didn’t like—a flicker of vulnerability, perhaps even responsibility.

He glanced briefly over his shoulder at Shockwave, whose single optic remained fixated upon you with clinical detachment, as he steadily followed behind. For a fleeting moment, the Decepticon leader envied that cold, mechanical focus. For D16 felt his own reaction felt far too... personal.

Clenching his jaw, he pushed the sensation aside and refocused on the situation at hand. “Their physiology is... unique.” He muttered, almost to himself, his voice was steady, but there was a faint tension in it.

Oblivious to his inner turmoil, you looked up at him with a soft gaze. Your trembling seemed to lessen slightly, as though his presence—even as alien it was offered you some sort of... reassurance.

To you, he was a savior. To him, you were merely an enigma—one he would unravel.